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

Chapter 120 When the hell did you take the potion?

Jack's eyes were firm and resolute in the darkness of the night.

He knew this trip was risky, but he had no other choice.

This was Sap's last chance for him.

Since the Theosophical Society was eradicated in Bolton, his value in Sap's eyes has plummeted.

The silver key was not found, and the promise of immortality could not be fulfilled.

He was still a wanted criminal, spending his days holed up in the manor eating free meals.

Sap's patience is visibly wearing thin.

Sap's demands are now clear: no killings, he must be brought back to the manor alive.

Sap wanted to personally verify what secrets this poor student, who lived in a run-down apartment on Guding Street and tinkered with potions, was hiding inside him.

Is he genuinely stupid, or is he playing dumb to stir up trouble?

Jack stared coldly at Ivan: "Just a month ago, you were a dying mortal."

"In a month, we'll make sure Connor Elton's body is nowhere to be found."

"I'd like to see what's so special about the bloodline of you Arkhams."

While pondering this, Jack did not approach rashly.

Judging from the battle marks on the hills, this guy's physical body was probably quite strong.

The deep footprints on the ground, the uprooted bushes—

All of this is sufficient to prove that Elton was indeed murdered.

Then this guy will be an incredibly physically developed melee-type Witcher.

Jack has a wealth of experience dealing with this type of opponent.

He raised his left hand and casually flicked it this way.

An invisible force instantly made contact with Ivan.

Ivan had his eyes closed, but his senses were perfectly clear.

The moment that invisible force touched his skin, a notification popped up on the panel.

The spirit of desire is drawing upon your emotions, weaving threads of desire.

[Knitting failure————]

Evan didn't know what a Desire Spirit was.

But he knew one thing: since the weaving had failed, the other party would definitely notice.

So at the same time the panel notification popped up, Ivan suddenly unleashed all his power.

Jack, who was less than a meter away from Evan, had just noticed something was wrong.

"What happened? The knitting failed? This guy... Oh no!"

puff!

too fast!

Jack had no idea what was happening.

He only felt that the figure lying on the ground disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the next scene, that expressionless face suddenly appeared before me like a ghost.

At the same time, he felt a chill in his chest.

Jack's expert-level status gave him a clear understanding of his physical condition.

An arm easily pierced through his chest!

The hand's five fingers gripped his heart directly, pulling it away from his body through his back.

Jack suddenly looked up, and in the moonlight, the young man's hair was turning from black to silver-white.

Beneath the silver hair were a pair of golden vertical pupils.

There was no anger or fear in those eyes.

Only pure coldness and rationality.

"Iron Blood Potion?!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Jack immediately considered the only possibility.

"you!!"

Splat!

The second fist is coming.

There were no unnecessary movements, nor any doubts or questions.

The fist, like a cannonball, struck Jack directly on the head.

The crisp sound of skull shattering echoed through the silent street.

Fragments of bone, brain matter, and shattered scalp splattered all over the ground, mixed with a dark red mist of blood. At that moment, Jack had only one thought: confusion.

"When the hell did you take that potion?"

Although he had already crushed the enemy's heart and smashed his head.

But Evan didn't linger in the fight, and didn't even touch the corpse.

The absolute rationality granted by the Ironblood Elixir made a clear and accurate judgment at this moment: this kind of conventional physical attack cannot kill a cultivator.

Botte Alcott survived being half-beaten by him.

His father, an expert-level cultivator, would only be more troublesome.

Optimal solution: Evacuate and go to the police station to find help!

So Ivan turned and ran.

With his physique at 11.6, he unleashed his full power, transforming into a silver afterimage.

Then, when he had sprinted less than ten meters—

With a thud, he fell to the ground.

Evan immediately saw his body being cleanly and swiftly cut in two at the waist by something.

His upper body slammed onto the cobblestone pavement, and the inertia carried him another two meters.

His lower body remained standing, then he collapsed limply to the ground.

No blood spurted from the cut surface at that moment. Cain's thirsty bloodline's super self-healing power sealed all blood vessels the instant his body was severed.

Ivan looked down at his body, which was now only half of its original size, but the Ironblood Potion kept him from panicking.

"I didn't sense any attack; it felt more like some kind of pre-set trap."

"Threads woven by the spirit of desire!"

His efficient and calm thinking allowed him to understand instantly.

The spirit of desire that failed to weave its way, though unable to complete its weaving on him, might be able to weave through other emotions.

"That's Jack's emotion!"

"As expected of an expert, he was no pushover. Before he made his move, he left invisible threads in the surrounding space!"

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Just now, when I was sprinting, I happened to run into that thread.

Like a steel wire slicing through cheese.

With that thought in mind, Ivan's hands began to exert force.

He supported his upper body with both hands and jumped forward like a dwarf.

He grabbed the lower half of the body that was still twitching on the ground, dragged it over, and pressed it hard against the cut surface.

The upper and lower body sections fit together perfectly.

The hidden thirst of the bloodline has its super self-healing power fully activated.

The fractured spine rejoined within half a second, and within two seconds the organs returned to their original positions, blood vessels reopened, and nerve signals resumed transmission.

Ivan immediately stood up and looked around, remaining vigilant.

Just then, the corpse with its head and heart smashed outside the dry rice swayed and stood up unsteadily.

It had no head, and its chest cavity was empty.

But it stood up, and its limbs began to move again under the drive of some force, like a puppet being led by strings.

The sound came from all directions at the same time, and it didn't sound like the vibration coming from the corpse's mouth, but more like the transmission of thoughts.

"You damn scoundrel! When the hell did you take that potion?"

Ivan activated his Demon Hunter Senses to the maximum, his full-power 3-point Insight scanning covering a 50-meter radius around him.

There's nothing there!

There was no other person, no invisible presence, and no extraordinary source of aura that he could detect.

"His true form isn't here?" Evan pondered the possibility amidst his cold rationality.

"That corpse was just a container; he was controlling it remotely?"

"Or has his head and heart been switched?!"

"We can't keep dragging this on without being prepared."

Ivan spoke, his voice calm and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"I've been on guard against you for a while now. Someone did a divination for me and said I might be attacked soon."

"I drank the potion when I left the detective agency."

The headless corpse paused for a moment.

The sound coming from the air was one of gritted teeth.

"Good! Good, good! You're not a fool after all."

"Since that's the case—"

Before the other party could finish speaking, Ivan made the optimal solution under the enhancement of the Ironblood Potion.

He suddenly tilted his head back, his chest expanded to its limit, and then let out a deafening roar.

"Damn wanted criminal! How dare you attack me!?"

The voice was powerful and resonant, spreading rapidly in all directions like a thunderclap.

"Damn cultists!! Alcott!!"

These two words rang out loud on the streets late at night, and could be heard by people within a radius of 100 meters.

The opponent's methods were too bizarre, and Ivan did not intend to fight an expert-level cultivator without being fully prepared.

He couldn't see the other party's true form, the threads, or the spirit of desire, and he didn't even know what the other party's characteristics were.

Even if one has exceptional self-healing abilities, the other party only needs to test one's weaknesses and limits a few more times.

He didn't want to reveal all his cards at this stage.

The simplest and most effective way to end this battle is—

Call for help!

In an instant, lights came on in the surrounding residential buildings.

The window was pushed open, and heads peeked out, one after another, sleepy faces emerging in the glow of the gaslight.

Where are the cultists?

"That Alcott?!"

"Wait until I get my gun! I'm going to be rich!!"

"The wanted poster says $500! $500!!"

The street, which had just been deathly silent, suddenly erupted in excitement.

Upon seeing this, the mutilated, headless corpse's voice transformed into a furious roar.

"You despicable scoundrel! You—"

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves and hurried footsteps rang out simultaneously from both ends of the street.

This is, after all, a wealthy neighborhood close to the city center. The patrol density and response speed of various factions here are incomparable to those in a no-man's-land like Guding Street.

"Damn it!"

Jack knew that if he didn't succeed this time, it would only be harder next time.

But he had no choice; the kid had taken the Iron Blood Potion, so his mind control couldn't take effect instantly.

This guy also possesses the terrifying ability to heal himself within a second even if his body is cut in half at the waist.

He had no way to kill his opponent with a single blow.

Continuing to entangle yourself will only expose you to more and more pursuers.

"withdraw!"

The headless corpse suddenly rose into the air, as if lifted off the ground by an invisible hand.

It flipped in the air and then flew at an extremely high speed into the depths of the night sky, disappearing into the darkness where the moonlight could not reach within seconds.

Ivan stood there, looking in the direction where the car had disappeared, and slowly exhaled.

"We need to figure out what this guy's abilities are as soon as possible."

Just then, a large number of armed men poured out from all directions.

Hunting rifles, pistols, iron bars, and even someone carrying a rusty military knife.

A group of ordinary citizens, blinded by the $500 bounty, rushed into the street in their pajamas.

The leader, a middle-aged man wearing cotton pajamas and carrying a double-barreled shotgun, rushed over when he saw Ivan kneeling on the ground.

"Child! Where are the cult members?"

Ivan was panting heavily, one hand covering his chest where his shirt was soaked with blood.

"He injured me and ran away! In that direction!"

He pointed with his hand.

So, a group of guys eager for the bounty roared and chased after them in that direction.

At the same time, the two groups arrived simultaneously from opposite ends of the street.

On the left, a black four-wheeled carriage suddenly stopped at the side of the road.

The car door popped open, and a bald, middle-aged man jumped out. He hadn't even had time to fasten his trench coat, and his gold tooth gleamed under the streetlight.

It's Gray!

On the right, a neat group of people walked briskly from another direction.

They were all dressed in black missionary robes, wearing wide-brimmed round hats, with a small silver bell hanging on their chests, and holding a long black stick with a cross at the top.

The footsteps were synchronized, and the bells jingled softly with each step.

The night watchman from the Healing Church.

"Arkham?!"

A familiar voice came from the group of men in black robes.

Evan looked up and saw Ryan's stiff face filled with concern in the middle of the line.

His body leaned slightly forward, as if he wanted to break out of the formation and run over, but dared not disrupt the formation.

The group was led by a middle-aged priest with a thin face, high cheekbones, and a pair of gray eyes that calmly scanned the scene under the shadow of his wide-brimmed hat.

He turned and whispered something to Ryan, who stiffened for a moment before returning to the queue.

The priest turned his gaze to Gray across the street and said, "Agent Gray, since he's one of your men, we won't interfere."

Gray made the sign of the cross and said respectfully, "Praise be to God the Father, thank you for your understanding, Father Jasker, thank you for your hard work today."

Father Jasker nodded slightly, then turned and led the night watchmen away along the way they had come.

The sound of the bells faded into the distance, and Ryan glanced back at Evan before leaving.

Evan nodded to him, indicating that he was alright.

"Arkham! How is it?" Gray crouched down, his gaze sweeping over the bloodstain on Evan's chest.

Ivan said expressionlessly, "I was attacked by Alcott."

"If I hadn't taken the Iron Blood Potion beforehand, I probably would have already been taken away by him."

Gray's expression changed, and he cursed angrily.

"Damn it! That guy actually dares to stay in Bolton City?"

He stood up and winked at Peg.

Peg nodded, ran quickly to the carriage, and took out a small bird-shaped coin.

"Come back to the station with me first, and we'll give a report and take your statement."

Gray reached out and pulled Evan up from the ground.

Then a fervent light flashed in his eyes.

"His wanted price in our circle is a thousand US dollars."

Upon hearing the number, a change appeared on Ivan's face, which had been frozen by the Ironblood Potion.

He managed a weak upward smirk.

"Looks like I need to step up my efforts too."

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