"Die under my stomp!" the creature yelled.
There were two bloody holes on its shoulder. Though the blood made it seem like the injuries were severe, they weren't fatal. The foot on Chang's chest slowly pressed him into the ground like a mountain squashing every bit of strength out of him. He couldn't move just lay under the creature's control.
The gap between their physical strengths was extremely wide.
What's more, Chang was disarmed completely; if he were to force a hand-to-hand fight, he doubted that he could hurt it even a bit.
That's why he was certain that this was his last day alive.
"I said, die under my stomp!"
The creature stretched its leg further. Chang's chest was at the edge of collapsing and his face distorted from torment.
"Ah!"
The last breath was forced out of his lungs. His chest bone crackled as if a firework blooming.
"It hurts, right?"
The creature tilted its head, making a lopsided smile.
