The giant leopard opened its maw, a stench of blood assaulting his nostrils. He instinctively raised his arm to block the vital area, but with a sickening "crack," the armored forearm was bitten clean through, he didn't know if it was broken. The sheer force of the impact sent him stumbling, rolling down the mountain ridge.,In that instant, the last frame captured in his field of vision was four blood-stained fangs!,I don't know when this habit started, but I just feel the urge to touch it whenever I have nothing to do, as if there's an inexplicable connection between me and it.。