Chang Kuanghai stood there, the gash above his collarbone gradually closing and healing. Not even a trace of blood seeped out, contained as it was by the Mutated Organization within him.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the wound vanished without a trace.
He glanced at the axe still embedded in the ground, wanting to retrieve it. Fighting an enemy empty-handed was a real disadvantage. Although his torn flesh could repair itself quickly, it still took a little time. Too many wounds would begin to affect his combat performance.
But he saw that although Chen Chuan had retreated, he was clearly waiting for him to make a move for the weapon. That single moment of delay would be all the opportunity Chen Chuan needed to press his advantage again.
So, after a moment's thought, he gave up on the idea. He would have to find another chance during the fight.
