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

Ivan didn't roar, didn't sneer, and didn't show any outward emotion.

At this point, he was more inclined to take direct action!

Whoosh!

His terrifying physique, which broke through to 14 points, completely transformed his newborn body into a superhuman who transcended the mortal realm.

The flesh-colored tentacle, which was previously completely invisible, is now clearly visible to Ivan, whose vision has been enhanced to the extreme.

Just as the tentacles were about to strike, he dodged to the side. His hands, now sprouting sharp claws, instantly turned bronze with his will.

Tear!

That double claw strike, imbued with the explosive power of 14 physiques, tore the tentacle in two from its base.

Dark red blood and gore splattered on the second-floor wooden floor, and the air was thick with a stench.

"die!"

Alcott seized the opportunity, and four other hands simultaneously slammed down on Evan from four directions.

when!when!when!when!

Four familiar fist gusts landed, but this time they were completely different from the last.

This time, his entire body was as solid as a rock.

Four giant fists slammed into his shoulders, chest, back, and sides, producing no longer the dull thuds of flesh colliding.

It sounds more like a reverberation, like a fist hitting a metal ingot.

"Damn it! What did you just eat!?"

"Where did you get so many potions?!"

Alcott's voice was filled with anger and confusion.

"Are you comparing numbers with me?"

Ivan did not answer, but only made a sound without any emotion.

"Let's have a go!"

Chapter 76: Trying to Run? Human Legs Chase a Car! (3/10)

The Lion Potion grants Evan unparalleled strength and power.

That bronze-colored right fist possessed a deadly precision and speed.

The punch pierced through Olcott's right upper arm from bottom to top, crushing bones, muscle fibers, and blood vessels into pieces.

The entire arm detached from the shoulder and flew off.

Then Alcott's other arm swung from the side.

Ivan's left hand formed a knife shape with his five fingers together, and his five fingernails, which had long been coppery and were as sharp as scalpels, made a diagonal upward slash.

With a soft "plop," the arm, as thick as an adult's waist, was sliced ​​off by those five fingers as easily as cutting a ripe eggplant.

"what!"

A truly unvarnished scream erupted from Alcott's human face.

That scream carried a sense of fragility and collapse born from a gilded life.

The instinctive scream of a family heir who has never experienced true setbacks and suffering as his flesh is ripped open by the copper claws.

The remaining two arms and the last remaining tentacle attacked Evan frantically.

At this point, Ivan was too lazy to defend anymore.

The Ironblood Potion stripped away fear and hesitation.

Naturally, it also strips away the human instinctive reactions of "fear of being hit" and "fear of pain".

He let the fists and tentacles pound on him.

Most of the blows landed on the coppery area, leaving only shallow dents.

The other wounds that were inflicted on the body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What they gained by abandoning defense was a frenzied attack!

The coppery claws tore through Olcott's flesh-and-blood mech armor again and again.

Thoracic cavity, abdominal cavity, side of the neck...

Each tear brought out a clump of ghastly red flesh, splattering onto the wooden floor that was already soaked in blood.

"No!"

All ten of Alcott's heads screamed simultaneously.

"No!"

"damn it!"

"What on earth did you eat?!"

"Why was my flesh and blood armor, forged with the fusion of desire, torn apart by a lowly witcher like you?!"

"This is ten times the strength of a human body!!"

"Damn scoundrel!"

"I've actually been driven to this point by a lowly witcher who isn't even an apprentice!!"

The flesh-and-blood giant, who had been so confident of victory just moments before, now had an undisguised expression of humiliation and... on his human face.

Frightened!

Moonlight streamed through the holes in the factory roof, illuminating Evan's face, which was shrouded in blood mist.

Silver-white hair, golden vertical pupils!

There was no anger, no pleasure, no human emotion in those pupils.

Only coldness and murderous intent remained.

The Ironblood Potion stripped Evan of his life, turning him into a simple, goal-oriented, emotionless killing monster.

"I can't die!"

Alcott's ten heads simultaneously let out a wail as death approached.

"I absolutely cannot die!!"

"His potions have a duration!"

"Run! Run!!"

Ivan's bronze claws had just torn his flesh and blood shell deep into his ribs.

The next moment, something strange happened.

The flesh-and-blood giant, which had been torn to pieces, suddenly exploded from the center.

The entire body, like an overinflated rubber balloon that suddenly lost its support, split into eleven fleshy spheres.

The eleven fleshy balls were launched simultaneously in eleven different directions at extremely high speeds.

They crashed through wooden walls, smashed through windows, and plunged into the deeper darkness of the first and second floors.

Ivan's vertical pupils, gleaming golden in the moonlight, scanned rapidly.

However, they were unable to immediately identify which one was the original.

Without even a second's hesitation, his entire body transformed into a blur, flashing through the narrow space.

Each appearance was accompanied by a muffled thud; the bronze fist precisely smashed a ball of flesh into a bloody pulp.

First.

the second.

The third one...

Just as Ivan was clearing the field with each hit...

Here, in the shadow of a factory two streets away.

The driver's seat of an ordinary Ford car parked in the shadows.

A young man who looked like he had been asleep for a long time suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils dilated violently for a split second.

Then his entire face began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The jawline that originally belonged to this young man was gradually lengthened.

The curve of the nose bridge is reshaped by some internal force, the cheekbones are pulled inward, and the brow bones are pushed outward.

Within seconds, that face transformed into Alcott's face.

As an apprentice, Alcott mastered two complete extraordinary abilities.

The first type is the fusion of desires.

Using shared desires as a medium, the seed is planted deep within the soul of the target.

After at least six months of incubation.

When the target dies or is completely consumed by desire, the corpse becomes his puppet or is absorbed into his own body.

Once he has mastered it completely, he can even temporarily gather these corpses into a powerful flesh and blood armor during battle.

This was the first characteristic that Olcott actively chose to compensate for the shortcomings of the monk's physical body.

The second characteristic is the transfer of desire.

He can hide his entire superhuman core within the seed of desire.

All the targets he planted seeds in could become his destinations for "distracting his consciousness" when he fled.

However, the maximum radius of the transfer area is only three hundred meters.