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

This is his real trump card for survival.

That's why he didn't die immediately after his head was smashed by that punch on the second floor.

Why were no extraordinary substances detected when Ivan drank his blood?

All his extraordinary abilities had already been transferred to the bodies of Dennis and the others around him the moment he was shattered.

Once the face in the passenger seat was fully formed, Alcott raised his hand, and a silver-gray key with an eye engraved on it emerged from the center of his forehead.

This is a family heirloom, known as the "One-Nineth Silver Key".

Legend has it that it came from a great god.

Their obsession with the immortal witch stemmed from their desire to unlock the deeper secrets of this key.

At that time, our ancestors were extremely poor, but they turned their lives around with this treasure and established the Theosophical Society.

He became a big shot who could stand with the capitalists.

It is this treasure that, in conjunction with his second characteristic, allows him to transform the target's body into his own likeness.

Otherwise, given his abilities, he would only be able to use someone else's face after the transfer.

Alcott put the key away and took out a white, patterned perfume bottle from his small leather suitcase.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and sprayed the liquid onto the body he had just put on.

It's a "sleight of hand spray" specifically designed to counter the tracking of witchers.

It is sufficient to conceal body odor, traces of the extraordinary, body temperature radiation, and even faint fluctuations of spirituality to the greatest extent.

He knew that losing control of his desires could lead to trouble, so he always prepared for the worst.

He threw away the empty bottle and reached out with trembling hands to start the car.

The Ford's engine coughed twice, spewing out a cloud of grayish-blue smoke, before slowly starting and quickly driving away.

The vehicle moved steadily and quickly through the darkness.

"damn it!"

He slammed his fist hard on the steering wheel.

"Damn it!!"

"What kind of monster is this?!"

"He's not even an apprentice!"

"I'm an apprentice!"

"I'm just one step away from becoming an expert!"

"Damn it!!"

Of all the intelligence he obtained.

Evan was just a poor student from the bottom of society, but he had the special bloodline he needed.

Due to the enhancement from the experimental potion, he has some combat ability, but not much.

He never imagined that his hard-earned armor of flesh and blood, built up over a year, would be shattered by such lowly trash.

I never imagined he could get his hands on so many potions!

If he hadn't been so cautious!

If he hadn't reserved this useful body in the passenger seat long ago!

He was afraid he would have been completely crushed to death by that brute just now.

He stepped on the gas, and the Ford drove along the country road behind the abandoned factory toward the outskirts of New Haven.

The matter has blown up too much.

He planned to leave New Haven first, and then return to Bolton overnight along Boston's Old Post Office Road.

Back to the protection of their parents. Back to the Alcott estate, where even judges had to give them some leeway.

Inside the factory building on the second floor.

After Ivan smashed all the fleshy balls, he realized he had been tricked.

He quickly held his breath and focused his mind. The powerful perception brought by his 14 points of physical fitness allowed him to accurately capture all the sounds around him.

However, no abnormalities were found.

"Does he have some other means of rapid movement?"

"He's just an apprentice; the distance he can transfer the teleportation won't be too far."

Ivan spread his arms, his powerful flexibility allowing his body to leap out of the broken window like a giant bat with outstretched wings.

He drew an almost vertical upward arc in the air, and with two flips, he stood on the roof of the third-floor warehouse, looking around.

The surroundings were completely quiet, with nothing unusual, no trace of anything extraordinary, and not even any suspicious heat source.

His extreme rationality allowed him to make a quick decision.

He pulled the last glass bottle out of the inside pocket of his suit trousers.

A bluish-black liquid. Silver particles are suspended at the bottom of the bottle.

Shark Potion.

Evan put the whole bottle into his mouth.

bang.

He swallowed the broken glass and the liquid together.

[You have ingested the Shark Potion. Effects last: 30 minutes.]

[Effect: During the duration of the potion's effects, your Demon Hunter's Vision is increased by 2000%. You can actively block out unwanted, distracting scents.]

You reversed the side effects of the shark potion.

[Reversal progress: 6 hours.]

[Warning! You have activated the power of five dragons simultaneously. Please be aware of the nine-dragon limit.]

Iron-blooded. Gecko. Lion. Shark.

And the side effects of the still-digesting cadaveric cyst glands.

The moment the potion takes effect.

Ivan's eyes truly lit up.

It is truly luminous.

Two golden beams of light shot out from his pupils, like two searchlights illuminating the darkness ahead.

The next instant, Ivan saw it and immediately chose the scent that belonged to Alcott, completely blocking out all other scents.

Then, after traversing a distance of more than three kilometers, Ivan saw the point of light moving rapidly out of the city in the darkness.

The light spot was very faint, appearing and disappearing intermittently, but it was still barely visible.

Tracking distance with a radius of ten kilometers!

Horror!

"Got you."

His voice was as calm as the surface of water under the moonlight.

He spread his arms and easily jumped down from the third floor. His legs, which had become exceptionally long and powerful due to the effects of the Lion Potion, landed on the ground as lightly as a feather.

He moved around in his temporarily strengthened body, getting familiar with its current functions and stretching his muscles and fascia.

"There are no highways at present, and the main roads outside the city are all dirt roads and gravel roads."

"The official ideal speed of the Ford Model T was about 70 kilometers per hour, but in reality, it was good if it could reach 60 kilometers per hour."

While he was pondering, he traveled three kilometers and saw the blurry point of light that was moving.

"With his beat-up car and the dirt road, he's currently going about 40 kilometers per hour, so he can catch up."

Everything was ready, and Evan arched his back and got down on all fours...

Click!

The exertion caused his limbs to embed themselves into the ground.

Whoosh!

The running speed brought by his 14 points of physique made his body a blur.

The deep scratches left on the ground caused a large number of stones to fly.

Each step, five meters!

Then take one step and cover ten meters!

The speed is getting faster and faster.

A dozen seconds later, Ivan's running speed had reached 100 kilometers per hour!

His lung capacity and cardiopulmonary circulation, which are maximized to the extreme, allow him to run at this speed for four minutes without dying from heatstroke.

The cold wind whistled past his ears...

The Humanoid Grand Meet has officially arrived!

……

At the end of November, the temperature outside New Haven had already dropped to around three degrees Celsius on nights.

Alcott, who had already driven out of New Haven, breathed on his hands to warm them.

Now that he has exhausted all his backup plans, and his physical body is still temporary, apart from the basic characteristics of a cultivator, he is no different from an ordinary person.

Looking at the receding city silhouette in the rearview mirror, which resembled a lit golden torch, I finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

We're now almost six kilometers away from the city, a safe distance that the Witcher absolutely cannot catch up to or find.

The roads in the suburbs were pitch black, filled with smoke and gravel.