Mark retreated, narrowly evading the cheetah's attack, then launched a powerful kick towards the cheetah's abdomen.
"Roar..." The cheetah was kicked into the air by Mark, screaming in agony as it rolled over on the ground.
Having suffered twice at Mark's hands, the cheetah finally realized that this 'prey' was not to be trifled with. It dared not linger in battle and ran away immediately after getting up.
As the cheetah ran off, Mark, whose face was as pale as paper, collapsed to his knees with a thud.
Arnold immediately rushed forward, dropping down beside Mark, worriedly asking, "Boss, how are you?"
Mark weakly smiled, speaking reassuringly, "It's nothing, I won't die!"
Saying this, Mark gritted his teeth and got back to his feet, pulling Arnold up with him, "Let's go, we need to keep moving!"
The smell of blood in the air was too strong; Arnold didn't believe Mark was alright.
She looked towards Mark and spoke in a deep voice, "Boss, tell me, are your injuries worse?"
