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

"At your level, taking a potion wouldn't help. Taking a potion at this point is no different from self-harm!"

"Don't worry, with me here, Arkham won't die."

Vic never expected Evan to be so fast.

Faced with this rather tricky area, the group rushed in and wiped out everything inside in less than ten minutes before emerging safely.

This further enhanced Vic's assessment of Evan's overall value.

So at this stage, he certainly doesn't want anything to happen to this precious baby.

At the same time, they did not want to have any conflict with Evan.

From his previous interactions with him, it's clear that Evan is just an ordinary person.

They have strong likes and dislikes and care deeply about the people they know.

So at this moment, he put aside his usual arrogance towards these lowly witchers and tried his best to stop their meaningless self-harming behavior with care and the attitude of an elder.

As soon as he finished speaking, Vic led Gray into the shadows.

The prophet Langdon, who had come along, said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, everyone. The opponent is just a master-level ghoul."

“Since he’s underground, he’s no match for Captain Vic.”

at the same time.

As Ivan was pulled down by the chains, he suffered tremendous friction and impact throughout the pit.

However, given his current physical strength, the problem wasn't with his body, but with the surrounding craters.

The walls and floor, which were once neat and tidy, are now riddled with dents and pits from his impact, with some sections showing signs of collapse.

This vengeful curse has a very high priority, and it cannot be broken by conventional physical attacks.

The purifying potion slightly reduced the intensity of the vengeful curse.

As the system panel appeared, he caught a glimpse of a tiny crack on the skull out of the corner of his eye.

"Damn! Regular purification potions aren't working! They're not strong enough at all."

"I should have made some quick-acting medicine back then."

Just then, with a heavy impact, Ivan found himself back in the sacrificial site.

The previously hazy central area has now begun to collapse.

However, the collapse process was not obvious, and it looked like it would take about ten more minutes for it to completely disappear.

On the high platform in the middle of the sacrificial site, Ivan saw the source of the skeletal chains.

The source of the curse was Martin's body, which he had previously completely torn apart.

He was burning in a bizarre posture, and the source of the entire chain was actually his spine.

Those scattered hands and feet gripped their spine tightly and shook them repeatedly.

Each time he was shaken, Ivan could feel a mental assault.

Although this invasion can be partially blocked by fog-induced encephalopathy.

However, due to the suppression of his position, he still felt a sensation similar to being dizzy from drinking too much.

Before Ivan could react, he only vaguely saw a shadow.

Bang!

The terrifying impact struck him.

Ivan instantly felt an immense force squeezing his eyes out.

Then he felt a sudden dizziness.

The eyeball that burst out of its socket could see its surroundings freely.

An immense force, seemingly from nowhere, smashed his body to pieces.

His limbs were scattered on the ground, and his eyes had flown out of their sockets, still connected by nerves.

The upper and lower body were completely turned into a pile of minced meat.

Only a few shards of broken glass could be vaguely seen amidst the blood and flesh.

The incredibly thick, jelly-like blood didn't splatter everywhere; instead, it broke into chunks.

[You have been fatally attacked; your resilience has been activated!]

After the attack succeeded, a tall, thin figure appeared in the blurred boundary.

"An interesting witcher."

"You clearly don't possess the immortality of the Bloodthirsty Race, yet you haven't died?"

Immortality is an effect of the Bloodthirsty race, not an effect of the Bloodthirsty race's inherent traits.

The Bloodthirsty Species' unique characteristic grants it only superhuman self-healing.

Even if a certain attack power exceeds its limit, the target will still die.

"With this one strike, I can easily turn a Bloodthirsty race into a pile of minced meat."

"You not only didn't die, but you were also able to maintain a certain human form?"

The voice became increasingly interested as it spoke.

At that moment, the scattered jelly-like blood and parts were reassembled at an extremely fast speed.

In less than three seconds, Ivan's body had fully recovered.

He put his eyeballs back in their sockets and blinked, then saw a tall, thin figure standing in the boundary.

Seeing Evan's powerful self-healing ability, the tall, thin figure couldn't help but marvel.

"A Witcher's Bloodthirsty talent... is actually faster than the self-healing ability of a normal Bloodthirsty race?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man casually waved his hand.

Ivan immediately felt a tremendous force descend from the sky.

The enhanced coordination and dynamic nerves, amplified by the sharp magic potion, allowed his body to barely dodge the attack at an extremely fast speed.

"Oh?"

Then the man beckoned with his other hand.

Martin's mangled body behind him immediately pulled on his spine, instantly dragging Ivan toward that blurry boundary.

Ivan, who was halfway there, froze on the spot.

Bang!

That strange and fierce attack came again.

Splat!

This time, half of Ivan's body was smashed to pieces.

Even half of its head had turned into minced meat.

However, due to the excessively viscous blood, the entire body resembled a flattened sugar figure.

Bone fragments, internal organs, and thick blood were mixed together, without splattering everywhere.

You have survived a fatal attack; your damage resistance has been activated!

Evan's other half of his body grabbed his right half, which was like a sugar doll.

With a sudden burst of strength from its remaining leg, it dodged the subsequent attacks once again.

During this process, the flattened body once again completed its self-healing.

"Very good! Kid, I'll remember you."

The figure once again uttered a sound of approval.

Martin's mangled body then began to frantically pull on his spine.

Evan was bound by this higher-level curse, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not resist this pulling force.

Faced with this situation, Evan wasn't too flustered; the words Hill had told him earlier were still echoing in his mind.

"Master-level ghouls cannot directly enter the material world, and even if they could, they could not unleash their full power."

At this moment, Evan's mind began to race.

"That bastard talks a good game, but he couldn't kill me no matter how many times he attacked."

"This doesn't mean he's deliberately holding back because he's interested in me; it's just that this is all he's going to do right now."

"He used this relaxed attitude to make me fall into despair and obediently submit to him."

"A show-off who's all bark and no bite!"

Then Ivan grinned.

"You bastard! If you were really as adept as you say, I would be dead by now."

"Don't act like you're all-powerful and superior; in the end, you're just a clown who's all show and no substance."

"I advise you to first understand the concept of showing off."

"You don't even have the ability yourself, yet you come here to show off!"

"Don't let our people catch up with you and rip your hood off the ground."

During the conversation, he unleashed the full power of the Fog Brain Plague into her.

He knew that Vic would never be willing to give up on him.

Hill is now safe, and he guesses that Vic has come to rescue him.

All he needs to do now is talk his way out and stall for time.

Upon hearing these words, which were full of contempt and provocation, the tall, thin figure's voice instantly turned cold.

Then he took a step forward and finally revealed his true form.

This is a ghoul that is nearly 2.2 meters tall, thin, and has twisted, festering, purplish-black skin all over its body.