With a crisp snap,
Brian's eyes bulged, lips twitching twice, but his bulky figure was sent flying by Vasily's full-force punch, his twisted neck flailing, crashing heavily into the earth some seven or eight meters away.
Seeing the dead-eyed Brian, Vasily burst into a hearty laugh.
He struggled to rise but was stunned to find his thrown arm grotesquely broken.
The shattered bone fragments pierced through flesh, making a sorry sight.
"This son of a bitch has tough skin!"
Vasily cursed.
He didn't care about the injury.
To him, the body was just clothes to be changed at any time.
As long as the heart wasn't injured, he wouldn't die!
...
The sudden attack drained most of Vasily's stored energy, causing his temporary body, not yet enhanced by his own blood, to fracture in most bones and tear in the flesh, not even able to support him to stand.
Helplessly, Vasily crawled towards the body of Brian, like a worm.
This guy wasn't normal either.
Frighteningly tough flesh.
