Power Up

The giant numbing spider had exceptional energy. Even after Tang Ling smashed its head, it struggled for one to two seconds before retracting its legs and dying.

Tang Ling was patient. He waited for the spider to completely die before he cut all eight legs off. He hung the legs on his tactical belt before carefully removing its fangs and venom sack and putting them into the little pouch at his waist.

"46° to my left. The timing of the throw is nicely mastered, but the angle deviated by a little. My Precise Instinct calculation shouldn't be wrong. It must be my own control of my body. I still can't keep up with the Precise Instinct." Tang Ling was pleased with the harvest. He wished he could run into several more spiders since the hunt was practically effortless.

He was dismayed with the result though since it deviated from his initial estimation. He initially estimated that his knife could have killed the spider with a single blow on the head, but it did not.