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The Licker died, its fresh blood splattered all over Tang Zheng, who now faced the monster head-on, less than three meters away from each other. Tang Zheng's internal organs were injured from the fall, but fortunately, his limbs were unharmed. The monster, having been repeatedly hit by the Mark III hand grenades and biochemical bullets, was also injured, and its speed had diminished, though its attack power was not lessened in the slightest.
Bearing the pain from his body, Tang Zheng propped himself up on both hands and quickly scrambled to his feet, zigzagging as he fled.
Boom, the monster took a step forward, its left arm swinging strike just missed Tang Zheng's ribs and smashed into the ground, cracking the stone floor and sending fragments flying. If Tang Zheng had been any slower, he would have been pounded into mush.
The monster continually spat acid from its right shoulder mouth, quickly filling the air with a thick, stinging stench.
