Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

The monster stared at him for only a moment before slowly hiding behind a tree. Chen Mo turned and strode quickly into the depths of the forest.

The footsteps stopped following, but he knew the thing was still behind him.

The woods were so quiet; no birds were singing, no wind was blowing, and you couldn't even hear the insects chirping.

He slowed his pace, keeping the muzzle of his gun pointed forward.

After walking for about ten minutes, the bushes on the left moved slightly.

He turned sharply and aimed, but there was nothing there.

After walking a few more steps, I heard the sound of a tree branch breaking from my right.

He swung his gun, only to see a broken branch swaying in the air.

It's going in circles.

Go around from left to right, and from front to back.

Don't attack, don't show yourself, just keep him hanging.

Chen Mo felt a chill down his back, and his palms were sweaty.

He didn't know when or from which direction the thing would pounce.

Being stared at is more uncomfortable than facing it directly.

He retreated behind a large tree, leaning against the trunk, gun barrel pointing outwards, scanning the area in circles.

Lin Zi was quiet, with only his own breathing sound.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, nothing happened.

Just as he was about to walk forward, he suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound above his head.

The thing jumped down from the treetop and landed right in front of him.

Before Chen Mo could aim, the M249 opened fire.

Da da da da—

The ammunition belt bounced in the chamber, and bullets rained down on the thing.

Black hair flew everywhere, and small craters were blown open on the skin, but the bullets stopped once they were embedded in the flesh; they couldn't penetrate it.

The creature, in pain, let out a low growl and, instead of retreating, advanced, slapping at you with its paw.

Chen Mo dodged to the side, the gun barrel following his movement as he continued to fire.

The ammunition belt was emptied, and the bolt made a hollow sound.

The thing had more than a dozen blood spots on its body, none of which were fatal.

It looked down at its chest, then looked up at Chen Mo, its mouth wide open, revealing two rows of yellowed fangs.

A soft moan escaped his throat, sounding like laughter.

Chen Mo put the M249 back into the copper ring and ran away.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind him. The thing caught up, twice as fast as him, its claws almost sweeping across his back.

He suddenly changed direction, rolled to the left, and his shoulder hit a tree trunk, using the force to bounce up.

The creature missed its target, its claws striking the tree trunk, sending wood chips flying and creating a gash in the thick tree.

Chen Mo didn't stop, he kept running.

He dared not turn back, and used the tree trunk to constantly swerve left and right.

Every change of direction was timed to catch the creature's attack, and every turn was just enough to avoid its claws.

But that thing was faster than him.

It seems that the monster was just toying with him last time. His body has been enhanced by many skills, and his physical attributes are more than twice as good as before. The monster is even faster than him!

He didn't have time to dodge the fourth change of direction.

The thing rammed into him from the side, its shoulder hitting his waist. He was sent flying, his back slamming into a tree. When he landed, his throat tasted sweet, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

The thing didn't give him a chance to breathe; it pounced and slapped his head with its claws.

Before Chen Mo could draw his gun, he clenched his right fist and unleashed a burst of Bajiquan energy from his feet, slamming his fist into its chin.

The force penetrated deep, like striking an anvil.

It remained motionless, and the recoil traveled back up his arm, bouncing him away.

My hand is numb, my arm is sore and swollen, and my bones are cracking.

The thing shook its head, as if it had been bitten by a mosquito.

It looked down at Chen Mo, its mouth widening into a grin.

Chen Mo got up and ran.

The thing was chasing him, and he didn't dare run in a straight line, so he chose a big tree and circled around it.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

The thing followed and circled behind, slowing down, and roaring angrily every time it missed its target!

It realized it had been tricked by Chen Mo!

But this damn tree is too big to destroy!

As Chen Mo circled around, he quickly thought of a different strategy.

If all else fails, we can escape back to Earth, get some grenades from Brother Long, and then come back.

He can travel back to Earth at any time, where he is safe and sound. Let's give it another shot.

If your skin is too thick to be penetrated, then strike the part that can be penetrated!

Eye!

Without hesitation, Chen Mo suddenly changed direction. The monster couldn't react in time and rushed forward four or five meters before stopping.

The instant the monster turned its body around!

Right now, he instantly pulled out the M249 and a new magazine, reloaded, chambered a round, and aimed in one smooth motion, unleashing a burst of masterful gunplay.

The bullet's trajectory, the wind direction, and the location of its eye are all connected in a line in my mind.

He pulled the trigger.

boom.

The bullet pierced the monster's right eye socket, cut into its skull, and exploded out from the back of its head.

Blood, flesh, and bone fragments splattered on the tree trunk behind them, blackish-red and sticky.

The massive body froze for a moment, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Then it collapsed with a thud, its limbs twitched a few times, its claws dug several deep furrows in the ground, and then it lay still.

His eyes were still open, but the green light in his left eye slowly dimmed, like a light going out.

Chen Mo stood there, panting heavily.

The gun was still pointed at the monster's head, the finger on the trigger, and another muffled gunshot rang out.

Until the magazine is empty!

He took out a new magazine, put it in, and still aimed at the monster's mangled head!

This time, they didn't fire; instead, they waited quietly.

I waited for five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds.

The monster still didn't move.

Chen Mo put the gun away and looked down at his hands.

The recoil made his hand numb and red, and his arm trembled slightly.

It wasn't fear, but the feeling of exhaustion that came from the sudden loss of energy after the adrenaline receded.

The back of my shirt was soaked and clung to my skin; a gust of wind sent a chill down my spine.

I crouched down and poked its remaining half of its head with the barrel of my gun. It was hard, like poking into a rock.

I don't know if there are any other monsters nearby, or if the smell of blood will attract them.

He stood up, chose a direction, and quickly left.

He took a few steps, stopped, and looked back.

The body lay there, motionless.

He touched the bronze ring on the middle finger of his right hand and continued walking.

The woods grew sparser, and the light grew brighter.

After walking for about two hours, the view suddenly opened up ahead. He stood at the edge of the woods and looked out.

A flat piece of land, with fields and houses.

What's growing in the field? It's all green, and people are bending over to work.

The village is small, with a dozen or so households arranged in a circle, with an open space in the middle.

Several children were running around in the open space, while adults sat nearby, chatting about something.

Chen Mo did not go out.

I crouched behind the tree and observed for a long time.

The wind blows by, carrying the smells of cooking and the aroma of food.

His stomach growled.

He took a bottle of water out of the copper ring and took two gulps.

The water was cold, the coldness spreading from my throat all the way down to my stomach.

The villagers are kind and friendly; you can get to know them.

Chen Mo stood up and walked towards the village.