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Brown hair’s face was completely deformed. The kick also punctured a hole in his chest. Either of these wounds was fatal to any normal person.

However, he was like a shapeshifting insect without a specified body. The wounds began regenerating. Flesh and bone branched out to fill in the wounds. In just several seconds, he was able to got himself down from the streetlight. Though his back was bent. The smash probably broke his spine. Yet this also healed in no time. The dragon and Zheng’s regenerating rates paled in comparison.