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.,He looked into the leopard's blood-red eyes, realizing it was mad.,It goes without saying, given his character. The middle-aged man simply stood silently at the side, not contesting it.。