Watching the savage man flee, Wang Xuan felt both disappointment and relief—disappointed that he hadn't sniped the opponent, but relieved that he hadn't died.
The savage man's strength, speed, and reactions surpassed his, but his technique was poor—he completely forgot martial arts, and only relied on instinct to fight.
Such a physique, even a sniper bullet couldn't harm him—truly terrifying.
He had quite a few wounds on his body, and now he felt his wounds were tingling and itching, even turning black, as if poison was infiltrating his body.
"How long has this guy gone without a bath!" Wang Xuan was speechless with anger. The savage man was truly filthy, making even Wang Xuan's strong physique suffer, showing the extent of his power.
After cleaning up, the Life Generating Technique began to operate, slowly expelling the poison from his wounds—a process that was exceptionally difficult, clearly more than just a bacterial issue.
"Truly strange." Wang Xuan frowned.
