388 A Dramatic Duck

Upon seeing the deep gash on Goldie's chest, Dumby quickly came at the White Steel Bladed Beast from the side. It managed to beat it back with one punch, preventing it from going in for the kill.

On the ground, Goldie's chest rose and fell unsteadily, its eyes staring straight at the sky. Its pinkish muscle fibers began to twist and turn with each other, closing up Goldie's wound with incredible speed.

"What doesn't kill me, only makes me stronger," muttered Goldie as it slowly rose to its feet. There was now a seriousness in its eyes that Gao Peng had never seen there before.

"You're no weakling, I'll give you that," said Goldie, chuckling. It lightly stroked its wound.

"If my passive ability wasn't already triggered beforehand, I definitely wouldn't have been able to survive that attack of yours," it continued, stroking its wound almost lovingly, as if it was currently caressing the skin of a lover.

That's it, that's it...