Hum!
The mosquito flapped its wings, and then a pair of eyes shot out a cold light, staring intently at Chu Mo. Clearly, this mosquito too was startled by the human's strength.
On normal days, nearly no creature could withstand its attack.
Its proboscis was incredibly sharp; a single stab would take a large quantity of blood from its victim's body.
Even those giant non-human creatures would eight or nine times out of ten flee in panic when they encountered it.
The mosquito smelled a sweet scent from this human, an aroma it couldn't resist.
Just now, on the third strike, it had finally pierced the human's skin, but it didn't have time to suck blood from his body because the reaction was too fast! The stab was too shallow. It wanted to strike a fourth time, to make the wound deeper.
But this time, it was dodged by the human, who also dealt it a harsh blow.