This wound was left from a fight with others in the early days of the apocalypse, and after that incident, his mentality completely changed.
The impression that there are no good people in the apocalypse is deeply imprinted in the mind.
Except for myself, no one is reliable.
His speed was swift, and his arm, which resembled a human's, transformed, with flesh and blood intertwining until, in the blink of an eye, it turned into a flesh scythe, which he swung fiercely in an arc.
Faced with such a strike, even special steel would be shattered to pieces. This is the strength of the Mutants; though appearing to be of flesh and blood, their bodily structure has undergone earth-shattering changes.
Its strength has reached an extreme.
Clang!
"What?"
The centipede-like man's eyes widened in disbelief.
The flesh scythe he swung was supposed to cut the opponent in half, yet the woman before him hadn't moved a step. His strike landed on her arm, and her arm was completely unharmed.
