After the flamethrower ran out of fuel, Chen San decisively discarded it and drew a black umbrella from the hidden compartment beneath the off-road vehicle's door, just as a Fogman lunged at him, its sharp teeth nearly biting through his arm.
He fiercely slammed his head against the top of the vehicle, the bone-crushing pain surging through his entire body. Before he could react, the monster's stink-filled maw came close, its bloody stench almost overwhelming him.
Chen San gritted his teeth tightly, his back pressed against the car, using one hand to ward off the monster's assault, while his other hand clutched the black umbrella tightly.
With a crisp hum, a long and sharp object was drawn from the umbrella's handle—a katana with a blade that glinted coldly.
"Die, you bastard!" Chen San growled, summoning his remaining strength to plunge the entire katana into the monster's neck!
