I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

The concentration of that power was at least ten times that of Alcott's "normal human form" just now.

"A low-life witcher."

Alcott's human face twisted into a wide grin.

You should feel honored.

"You are the first human to see me in this form."

His tone carried a twisted pleasure that had been suppressed for many years and was finally being released.

"That bastard Priss..."

He gritted his teeth.

"I never expected that he would pull a fast one on me before he died."

"If I hadn't been prepared, I would have been killed by your punch, you brute."

Alcott, now in Phase Two, looked smug and couldn't help but show off.

"Despicable! I..."

Ivan still didn't give him a chance to continue speaking.

The Ironblood Potion stripped him of all his emotions.

Fear is included in this.

At this moment, only one terrifyingly pure thought remained in Evan's mind.

I don't know who I am.

I don't even know where I am.

All I knew was that I needed to kill this guy right away.

His figure disappeared from the spot for the second time, charging towards the ten-headed giant.

"Humph."

Alcott's human face gave a cold laugh.

Just as Evan rushed into the giant's attack range, a sharp whooshing sound came from above his head.

when!

The barbed, snake-like, flesh-colored tentacle descended from the sky and slammed heavily into Evan's back.

The wooden floors of the entire factory were shaken by the impact and bounced up, but no damage was caused.

"The copperification of the Healing Church?"

All ten of Alcott's heads simultaneously emitted sounds of surprise.

"A lowly demon hunter actually stole the Healing Church's extraordinary abilities?"

He scoffed.

That enormous body moved with a speed and agility completely disproportionate to its size.

He charged straight at Evan, raising all four fists at the same time.

Four strange gusts of wind came simultaneously from four different directions.

Ivan suddenly stepped back, mentally transforming his entire chest and head into bronze at the same time.

This is the limit of what he can cover in the first phase of the copper epidemic.

Four fists landed simultaneously.

when!when!when!when!

The sounds of metal colliding with fleshy fists echoed through the factory.

Alcott's finger bones were noticeably sunken.

His own hands were smashed by the series of impacts.

However, several dents and cracks of varying degrees appeared on Ivan's bronzed head and chest.

"This power..."

Ivan's mind was rapidly analyzing under the influence of the Ironblood Potion.

"His physical condition is at least 10."

"And the distribution is very even."

He didn't even have time to react...

Bang!

A flesh-colored tentacle, which Evan couldn't see clearly, suddenly attacked from his right rear, striking Evan's left arm precisely.

His bones were snapped off by the barbed tentacle, and his entire left arm was dislocated from his shoulder, being thrown backward by the tentacle.

The force sent him flying more than five meters away, slamming him hard into the mottled red brick wall, leaving a deep, human-shaped dent.

"My numbers."

Evan fell down from the crack in the wall with a blank expression, his bronzed right foot bracing against the ground to steady himself.

His brain, cooled to its limit by the Ironblood Potion, made an extremely calm judgment.

"We've actually fallen behind."

Without any hesitation, his right hand swiftly pulled two small glass bottles from the inside pocket of his suit.

Gecko Potion.

Lion Potion.

Evan didn't have time to break the wax seal, so he stuffed the two small glass bottles into his mouth.

quack!quack!

The shards of glass were ground into powder in his reinforced teeth and copper-plated mouth. Green and black liquid flowed down the shattered bottle walls into his esophagus.

[You have ingested the Gecko Potion. Effects last: 10 minutes.]

[Effect: During the duration of the medicine's effects, your self-healing ability increases by 1500%.]

You reversed the side effects of the Gecko Potion.

[Reversal progress: 6 hours.]

[You have consumed the Lion Potion. Effects last: 10 minutes.]

[Effect: During the duration of the drug's effects, physical constitution increases by 130%. Body flexibility increases by 90%.]

You reversed the side effects of the Lion Potion.

[Reversal progress: 20 hours.]

Two sensations, one cool and one hot, exploded simultaneously from Evan's stomach wall to his limbs and bones.

His broken left arm's bones visibly returned to their original position, and the muscle fibers beneath his skin seemed to be rewoven by countless invisible tiny hands.

Combined with his terrifying physique, this directly granted Ivan a temporary self-healing ability comparable to that of a fully-fledged vampire.

His overall strength and power more than doubled within seconds, reaching 14 points!

The entire body seemed to have been reshaped by a giant hydraulic press, with an explosive, beast-like power surging beneath every inch of skin.

Alcott, sensing that Ivan was using a potion during the battle, instantly cracked a sneer across his arrogant face.

"A demon hunter who just became a demon hunter a few days ago!"

His ten heads simultaneously emitted a strange, raucous laugh.

"What kind of magic potions can I get? What kind of magic potions do I dare to take?"

"I'd like to see what skills you, a nobody who isn't even an apprentice, can squeeze out from between your teeth."

As Dr. Armitage said.

The inability of cultivators to control their desires is the core flaw inherent in this profession.

Alcott had thought tonight would be a hunt and a game, but to his surprise, his opponent smashed his carefully constructed humanoid body to pieces in a single encounter.

It even forced him to use one of his two trump cards, the Flesh and Blood Armor.

With so many middle-class students dying now, he can no longer stay at the university.

Anger was rising in his throat, and he desperately wanted to torture this guy into utter despair.

"Your arm is broken."

He gritted his teeth, as if admiring a worm struggling at the bottom of a jar.

"I think……"

Halfway through his sentence, Alcott's entire body suddenly constricted.

It was a kind of instinctive warning that he had never experienced before, belonging to the prey.

A dangerous smell!

The next second, he watched in disbelief as the silver-haired witcher opposite him, who had been smashed into a crack in the wall, began to stretch and lengthen like a piece of clay being kneaded by an invisible hand.

In the moonlight, Ivan's five fingers extended into slender, metallic claws, and the muscles of his entire body expanded outward at a speed that was almost "thumping".

The fibers in the chest, shoulders, and thighs swelled to a size that was not human.

His original height of 1.81 meters increased to 2 meters in a few seconds.

Those teeth, strengthened by the copper plague, had grown so long that they couldn't even be covered by the lips, revealing yellowish canines on both sides of the lower jaw.

Her silvery-white hair fluttered in the moonlight, and her golden vertical pupils seemed like burning flames in the darkness of the second-floor factory.

"What the hell is this?!"

Alcott's face paled completely. He dared not let the other party make any further moves.

The two-and-a-half-meter-tall flesh and blood giant charged toward Ivan like an out-of-control steel tank.

All four arms swung up simultaneously. Two barbed, flesh-colored tentacles exploded diagonally from behind, slashing down towards Evan's head.