Immortality System The Last Human’s Transmigration

Chapter 162

[You have gained +50 EXP]
Feeling a sudden sense of dread coming from my left, I lifted my foot and kicked the wolf into the sky before jumping up, somersaulting, and smashing my foot into its head before allowing the decapitated body to fall back to the ground.
[You have killed a Lightning Leopard]
[You have gained +50 EXP]
All of this occurred in merely a few seconds, yet to me, it felt like minutes had gone by as I calculated the best course of action, and which actions would give me the highest probability of survival.
Of course, the option to simply run had always been the option with the highest probability of survival, but I quickly suppressed my cowardly thoughts and went on to kill the creatures attacking me.
*Puff*
Looking forwards again, I watched as a hippo-like creature grew closer by the second while constantly releasing some kind of gas from its nose. At the same time, there was something else that caught my eyes, immediately giving me a flashback to my first day here in this world.
Images of my fingers piercing the eye of a hippo appeared in my mind and caused me to smile wryly as I looked at its closed eyes, realizing that I might have actually given it a permanent injury.
While I might have started reminiscing about the old times, I did not waste any time as I instantly sprang forward and pointed my feather knife/short sword toward the only working eyes of the hippo.
As I stabbed it, another sense of dread hit me and in the process forced me to swing myself away from the hippo, leaving behind my knife that was now protruding out of its only working eye.
'Hmm?' With the sense of dread still lingering, I waited for another second, analyzing the fluctuations in the amount of danger I felt until I sensed it.
My head tilted to the right and barely evaded a claw that was aimed towards my head and ready to rip it off in a single swing of its paw. Yet instead of attacking with my feather short sword again and killing it on the spot, I swiftly grabbed its neck with an iron-clad grip before turning around and aiming it in a certain direction.