Chapter 186: The Black Vipers(2)
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"How exactly did you mix poison with it?"
...…
The room became still.
Every figure in the room dropped their forks and focused on Alchemist. The implication of his words wasn't something that can be easily glanced over.
The cook revealed a look of surprise. His eyes widened as he asked with pure innocence, "What do you mean, sir? I confess I can't understand you."
"Exactly what I meant," politely replied Alchemist.
He took another lick of the soy sauce and commented, "If you don't want to tell me, that is fine. However, how exactly does it work? Does it take just one lick as I have just done? Does it take multiple licks to do the deeds? Or even does it just serve as an assist to u? Oh, how I wonder now."
Immediately he said that, a weak voice yelped, following it was a banging sound.
"Oh, fuck—-------"
Alchemist turned around to see an appealing sight, at least to him.
On the other side of the table was the cold body of Toka. His face was planted into the table while white foams flowed out of his open mouth. His eyeballs disgustingly rolled out of his eye socket.
In other words, he was dead!
Alchemist beamed at this sight, "Well, that answers it. It is an accumulation type. I have to admit. You almost got me. I'm an excellent lover of all things food-related."
The others were still in shock.
They didn't need any further confirmation of what was happening. Alchemist had painted the full picture in their faces.
The figure of Daniel appeared beside the cook and threw a kick. It was supposed to be a finishing move but the cook appeared to be one step ahead of him.
Despite not looking sideways, his head bent away from Daniel's kick. He quickly counterattacked with a sweeping kick that was possibly powered by all the energy in him as his body was glowing black.
*Boom!*
"Kekekekeke. I had thought you merely had good alchemic skills, but you are more than that, aren't you?" laughed the cook.
He was speaking to Alchemist, who surprisingly still retained the smile on his face, even when seeing how the cook easily made quick work of Daniel.
The cook became louder after observing this small detail, "Hehehehehe, there is more to you that meets the eye."
He turned his back on Alchemist to focus on the other figures who lunged at him with their special attack.
Their individual power was not enough to faze him, but their joint power was something else entirely.
The battle prolonged for minutes with the state of the room being badly damaged. The cook came out of the battle panting wildly. He had managed to kill a few more influential members of the Black Market but he wasn't without injury.
As he analyzed his next course of action, he heard something far away, 'Footsteps? Reinforcement. They won't matter to me, but I don't think I can prolong this any further, I need to finish the mission!'
Following his mental decision, a black miasma spread forth from his ki. It took the form of screaming vile tentacles that desired to spread its perveted "hands" everywhere.
"What is this?!" panicked one of the figures.
Before he knew it, a tentacle had wrapped around his leg. He could feel the hasty pulses present in the tentacle. His skin quickly turned chalk as his blood was sucked dry by the tentacle.
After a few other tentacles latched on to the upper parts of his body, the strangeness that happened to his leg flowed to his face and he died while being unclear of the cause.
"Hehehehe, this is it. Now, die!" bellowed the cook.
He went on to kill a few more influential figures, leaving only three still alive and breathing.
Just as he was about to attack those three, a hand touched his shoulder. The cook jolted as he felt a foreign warmth on his skin.
How had he not sensed it? To a master of arts like him, this should come easy?
He tried to break free of the grasp but it proved futile.
Not going to be taken down easily, the cook's tentacles reached out for the unknown person behind him. It touched thin air as the person disappeared.
Despite being free, the cook cocked his head around, "Who is it? Show yourself…? Or is it you..?"
Rapidly, he turned around to spy on the table.
No, it wasn't Alchemist!
Alchemist was still seated on the table, passionately watching him, which he had to admit was a bizarre thing to do, but he didn't have the time to pay too much attention to it.
A relaxed voice reached his ears, "Oho, I have seen enough. An assassin of Black Hand, aren't you? Now, you can be on your way."
"What are you—"
Before the cook could protest, he saw Daniel materialize before him. With lightning speed, Daniel placed his soft palm on the cook's chest.
He said, "Now, I have my reservation—"
*Boom!*
Just halfway through his speech, a thundering pulse echoed from his palm and entered the body of the cook. The pulse was too much for the cook to bear as the sound of an organ exploding was the next thing that could be heard.
The cook fell to his knees instantly. He had already died the moment the sound was vocalized!
"---on how you infiltrated our base, but I can't be bothered with that now."
The light particles in the air perfectly hit his face as he stared down at the corpse of the cook.
The corpse had turned to a shriveled skin in less than a minute. It was as if...…..
Before Daniel could act, Alchemist beat him to the chase.
He bent down to touch the cook's corpse and pinched it. His mere pinching created a tear in the skin of the cook and beneath it was another skin of contrasting skin tone.
"Surely, a peak assassin of Black Hand. This is a master of the Way of Skinwalkers. No wonder he appeared incredibly strong," explained Alchemist.
"....and the poison?" asked Daniel.
"It can only be from one place. The Venom Order. It serves two purposes. One, it weakens your body immensely.. Two, if consumed to a certain percentage, it guarantees a sure kill."
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"How exactly did you mix poison with it?"
...…
The room became still.
Every figure in the room dropped their forks and focused on Alchemist. The implication of his words wasn't something that can be easily glanced over.
The cook revealed a look of surprise. His eyes widened as he asked with pure innocence, "What do you mean, sir? I confess I can't understand you."
"Exactly what I meant," politely replied Alchemist.
He took another lick of the soy sauce and commented, "If you don't want to tell me, that is fine. However, how exactly does it work? Does it take just one lick as I have just done? Does it take multiple licks to do the deeds? Or even does it just serve as an assist to u? Oh, how I wonder now."
Immediately he said that, a weak voice yelped, following it was a banging sound.
"Oh, fuck—-------"
Alchemist turned around to see an appealing sight, at least to him.
On the other side of the table was the cold body of Toka. His face was planted into the table while white foams flowed out of his open mouth. His eyeballs disgustingly rolled out of his eye socket.
In other words, he was dead!
Alchemist beamed at this sight, "Well, that answers it. It is an accumulation type. I have to admit. You almost got me. I'm an excellent lover of all things food-related."
The others were still in shock.
They didn't need any further confirmation of what was happening. Alchemist had painted the full picture in their faces.
The figure of Daniel appeared beside the cook and threw a kick. It was supposed to be a finishing move but the cook appeared to be one step ahead of him.
Despite not looking sideways, his head bent away from Daniel's kick. He quickly counterattacked with a sweeping kick that was possibly powered by all the energy in him as his body was glowing black.
*Boom!*
"Kekekekeke. I had thought you merely had good alchemic skills, but you are more than that, aren't you?" laughed the cook.
He was speaking to Alchemist, who surprisingly still retained the smile on his face, even when seeing how the cook easily made quick work of Daniel.
The cook became louder after observing this small detail, "Hehehehehe, there is more to you that meets the eye."
He turned his back on Alchemist to focus on the other figures who lunged at him with their special attack.
Their individual power was not enough to faze him, but their joint power was something else entirely.
The battle prolonged for minutes with the state of the room being badly damaged. The cook came out of the battle panting wildly. He had managed to kill a few more influential members of the Black Market but he wasn't without injury.
As he analyzed his next course of action, he heard something far away, 'Footsteps? Reinforcement. They won't matter to me, but I don't think I can prolong this any further, I need to finish the mission!'
Following his mental decision, a black miasma spread forth from his ki. It took the form of screaming vile tentacles that desired to spread its perveted "hands" everywhere.
"What is this?!" panicked one of the figures.
Before he knew it, a tentacle had wrapped around his leg. He could feel the hasty pulses present in the tentacle. His skin quickly turned chalk as his blood was sucked dry by the tentacle.
After a few other tentacles latched on to the upper parts of his body, the strangeness that happened to his leg flowed to his face and he died while being unclear of the cause.
"Hehehehe, this is it. Now, die!" bellowed the cook.
He went on to kill a few more influential figures, leaving only three still alive and breathing.
Just as he was about to attack those three, a hand touched his shoulder. The cook jolted as he felt a foreign warmth on his skin.
How had he not sensed it? To a master of arts like him, this should come easy?
He tried to break free of the grasp but it proved futile.
Not going to be taken down easily, the cook's tentacles reached out for the unknown person behind him. It touched thin air as the person disappeared.
Despite being free, the cook cocked his head around, "Who is it? Show yourself…? Or is it you..?"
Rapidly, he turned around to spy on the table.
No, it wasn't Alchemist!
Alchemist was still seated on the table, passionately watching him, which he had to admit was a bizarre thing to do, but he didn't have the time to pay too much attention to it.
A relaxed voice reached his ears, "Oho, I have seen enough. An assassin of Black Hand, aren't you? Now, you can be on your way."
"What are you—"
Before the cook could protest, he saw Daniel materialize before him. With lightning speed, Daniel placed his soft palm on the cook's chest.
He said, "Now, I have my reservation—"
*Boom!*
Just halfway through his speech, a thundering pulse echoed from his palm and entered the body of the cook. The pulse was too much for the cook to bear as the sound of an organ exploding was the next thing that could be heard.
The cook fell to his knees instantly. He had already died the moment the sound was vocalized!
"---on how you infiltrated our base, but I can't be bothered with that now."
The light particles in the air perfectly hit his face as he stared down at the corpse of the cook.
The corpse had turned to a shriveled skin in less than a minute. It was as if...…..
Before Daniel could act, Alchemist beat him to the chase.
He bent down to touch the cook's corpse and pinched it. His mere pinching created a tear in the skin of the cook and beneath it was another skin of contrasting skin tone.
"Surely, a peak assassin of Black Hand. This is a master of the Way of Skinwalkers. No wonder he appeared incredibly strong," explained Alchemist.
"....and the poison?" asked Daniel.
"It can only be from one place. The Venom Order. It serves two purposes. One, it weakens your body immensely.. Two, if consumed to a certain percentage, it guarantees a sure kill."
"How exactly did you mix poison with it?"...The room became still. Every figure in the room dropped their forks and focused on Alchemist. The implication of his words wasn't something that can be easily glanced over. The cook revealed a look of surprise. His eyes widened as he asked with pure innocence, "What do you mean, sir? I confess I can't understand you.""Exactly what I meant," politely replied Alchemist. He took another lick of the soy sauce and commented, "If you don't want to tell me, that is fine. However, how exactly does it work? Does it take just one lick as I have just done? Does it take multiple licks to do the deeds? Or even does it just serve as an assist to u? Oh, how I wonder now."Immediately he said that, a weak voice yelped, following it was a banging sound."Oh, fuck-------"Alchemist turned around to see an appealing sight, at least to him. On the other side of the table was the cold body of Toka. His face was planted into the table while white foams flowed out of his open mouth. His eyeballs disgustingly rolled out of his eye socket. In other words, he was dead!Alchemist beamed at this sight, "Well, that answers it. It is an accumulation type. I have to admit. You almost got me. I'm an excellent lover of all things food-related."The others were still in shock.They didn't need any further confirmation of what was happening. Alchemist had painted the full picture in their faces. The figure of Daniel appeared beside the cook and threw a kick. It was supposed to be a finishing move but the cook appeared to be one step ahead of him. Despite not looking sideways, his head bent away from Daniel's kick. He quickly counterattacked with a sweeping kick that was possibly powered by all the energy in him as his body was glowing black. *Boom!*"Kekekekeke. I had thought you merely had good alchemic skills, but you are more than that, aren't you?" laughed the cook. He was speaking to Alchemist, who surprisingly still retained the smile on his face, even when seeing how the cook easily made quick work of Daniel.The cook became louder after observing this small detail, "Hehehehehe, there is more to you that meets the eye."He turned his back on Alchemist to focus on the other figures who lunged at him with their special attack. Their individual power was not enough to faze him, but their joint power was something else entirely. The battle prolonged for minutes with the state of the room being badly damaged. The cook came out of the battle panting wildly. He had managed to kill a few more influential members of the Black Market but he wasn't without injury. As he analyzed his next course of action, he heard something far away, 'Footsteps? Reinforcement. They won't matter to me, but I don't think I can prolong this any further, I need to finish the mission!'Following his mental decision, a black miasma spread forth from his ki. It took the form of screaming vile tentacles that desired to spread its perveted "hands" everywhere. "What is this?!" panicked one of the figures. Before he knew it, a tentacle had wrapped around his leg. He could feel the hasty pulses present in the tentacle. His skin quickly turned chalk as his blood was sucked dry by the tentacle.After a few other tentacles latched on to the upper parts of his body, the strangeness that happened to his leg flowed to his face and he died while being unclear of the cause. "Hehehehe, this is it. Now, die!" bellowed the cook. He went on to kill a few more influential figures, leaving only three still alive and breathing. Just as he was about to attack those three, a hand touched his shoulder. The cook jolted as he felt a foreign warmth on his skin. How had he not sensed it? To a master of arts like him, this should come easy?He tried to break free of the grasp but it proved futile. Not going to be taken down easily, the cook's tentacles reached out for the unknown person behind him. It touched thin air as the person disappeared.Despite being free, the cook cocked his head around, "Who is it? Show yourself? Or is it you..?"Rapidly, he turned around to spy on the table. No, it wasn't Alchemist!Alchemist was still seated on the table, passionately watching him, which he had to admit was a bizarre thing to do, but he didn't have the time to pay too much attention to it. A relaxed voice reached his ears, "Oho, I have seen enough. An assassin of Black Hand, aren't you? Now, you can be on your way.""What are you"Before the cook could protest, he saw Daniel materialize before him. With lightning speed, Daniel placed his soft palm on the cook's chest. He said, "Now, I have my reservation"*Boom!*Just halfway through his speech, a thundering pulse echoed from his palm and entered the body of the cook. The pulse was too much for the cook to bear as the sound of an organ exploding was the next thing that could be heard. The cook fell to his knees instantly. He had already died the moment the sound was vocalized!"---on how you infiltrated our base, but I can't be bothered with that now."The light particles in the air perfectly hit his face as he stared down at the corpse of the cook. The corpse had turned to a shriveled skin in less than a minute. It was as if.....Before Daniel could act, Alchemist beat him to the chase. He bent down to touch the cook's corpse and pinched it. His mere pinching created a tear in the skin of the cook and beneath it was another skin of contrasting skin tone. "Surely, a peak assassin of Black Hand. This is a master of the Way of Skinwalkers. No wonder he appeared incredibly strong," explained Alchemist. "....and the poison?" asked Daniel. "It can only be from one place. The Venom Order. It serves two purposes. One, it weakens your body immensely.. Two, if consumed to a certain percentage, it guarantees a sure kill."
