met free Chapter 108, 9th Lifetime: Outbreak from Desperation! The Mad Doctor and Poison Master Massacres the
Chapter 108, 9th Lifetime: Outbreak from Desperation! The Mad Doctor and Poison Master Massacres the
Chapter 108 Outbreak of Desperation! The Mad Doctor and Poison Doctor Massacres the Mysterious Group
The masked man exuded a chilling aura, as thick as impenetrable ink. His hand, gripping the longsword, trembled and twisted with rage, veins bulging on the back of his hand like serpents poised to strike. His chest heaved violently, as if sucking up all the air from the cave. His eyes, hidden beneath the mask, seemed to spit fire as he viciously spat out through clenched teeth, "Little girl, today is your death day!" His voice was deep and ruthless, carrying the weight of a thousand pounds, ready to crush Luo Qingci on the spot. With that, he wielded his longsword with impenetrable speed, the flashing sword shadows dazzling the eye. The sound of the wind was like countless howling ghosts, each strike carrying a deadly intent, aimed at Luo Qingci as if to riddle her with holes.
Luo Qingci hopped and skipped around like a nimble flea, pouting with obvious disdain. She yelled, "Oh, still struggling like a drowning man! Your swordsmanship is no different from the three-year-old next door's random flailing. It's almost putting me to sleep. Why don't you try harder, spin like a whirlwind, and go straight to the Western Paradise to fetch the scriptures!" But inwardly, she was wary: "This guy is really strong. I need to finish this quickly, or I'll be in big trouble. I need to overwhelm him with my aura first, then find an opportunity to strike." While dodging, she secretly observed the golden-masked man's weaknesses, her eyes darting around like a cunning little fox.
Just as the golden-masked man's attack slowed slightly, Luo Qingci's eyes suddenly lit up, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly pulled a small bottle from her medicine pouch. The bottle contained a liquid emitting an eerie glow, shimmering mysteriously in the dim cave. This was her painstakingly crafted "strong acid magic liquid." A wicked smile curled at the corner of her lips, a smile as cunning as a little fox: "Come, try my special 'super drink,' I guarantee you'll never forget it, it'll take you straight to 'hell on earth'!" With that, she swung her arm forcefully, hurling the bottle at the golden-masked man like a grenade, the movement both elegant and domineering, as if throwing a decisive bomb.
The golden-masked man's pupils constricted sharply, like a startled fawn, trying to dodge but finding himself completely surrounded by his own sword energy, with no escape route. With a deafening crash, the bottle shattered in front of him, the potent acid splattering everywhere like a raging flood. He let out a bloodcurdling scream: "Ah! What the hell is this?!" The longsword in his hand was instantly corroded, emitting puffs of pungent smoke. He stared in horror at his hand, where horrific signs of corrosion appeared, the flesh beginning to fester, blood flowing freely, the air thick with the smell of burning. His face was etched with terror and despair.
Taking advantage of his confusion, Luo Qingci darted forward like a black lightning bolt. A sharp dagger, its blade gleaming coldly, appeared in her hand, aimed directly at the golden-masked man's throat. Her eyes were as cold as an icy pool, yet held a hint of mockery. A victor's smile graced her face, as if she were looking at a lamb to the slaughter: "Now you know how powerful I am, right? Surrender obediently, and maybe I'll be in a good mood and spare your corpse. Otherwise… don't blame me for being ruthless, turning you into a pile of mud, leaving not even ashes!" As she spoke, she lightly tapped the golden-masked man's mask with the dagger, producing a crisp sound, as if tolling his death knell.
The masked man gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed out like balloons, desperately trying to block with his arms. "Hmph, don't be so smug, I won't be defeated so easily!" He suddenly exerted force, the brute power like a raging torrent, sending Luo Qingci staggering back several steps. Luo Qingci stumbled, but quickly regained her balance, secretly admiring him: "This guy really has some skill, but I won't lose!"
The cave was in complete chaos. The wild boar was still rampaging, like a crazed tank, knocking the men in black off their feet. Terrified, they fled in panic, screams of "Ouch, my arm!" and "Don't hurt me! I'll never do it again! I have an eighty-year-old mother at home!" echoed through the cave. Each scream was more pitiful than the last, and some men even wet themselves and collapsed to the ground. Meanwhile, the aloof woman remained lost in her hallucinations, sometimes gesticulating wildly as if performing a comical dance, and other times shouting at the air, "Don't chase me! I'm not a fat pig! I'm Chang'e, the Moon Goddess! I want to go back to the Moon Palace!" Her appearance was utterly ridiculous; her hair was a mess, her clothes were torn to shreds, and she was completely devoid of her previous aloofness.
Looking at the chaotic scene, Luo Qingci laughed so hard she almost cried, her stomach cramping with pain. "Haha, you bunch of guys, you think you can fight me? Even if you cultivate for a few hundred more years, it won't be enough! You're just a bunch of rabble, you can't even beat a wild boar, and you think you can defeat me?" She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then shouted at the golden-masked man, "How about it, want to continue? I have a lot of fun poisons here, like 'itching powder' and 'vomiting powder,' I guarantee you'll experience a feeling you've never felt before, and you'll be begging me for your life!" As she spoke, she took out several packets of powder from her medicine pouch, waved them in her hand, and looked at the golden-masked man provocatively.
The masked man felt a chill run down his spine; he knew he was unlikely to escape unscathed. But unwilling to give up, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he prepared for a final struggle. Just as he was about to launch another attack, Luo Qingci suddenly had a brilliant idea. She pulled a small firework tube from her bosom. "Since you like playing so much, I'll play a big game with you!" she said, smiling as she pressed the switch, her smile like a cat that had stolen cream, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The firework tube instantly burst forth with multicolored fireworks, illuminating the entire cave. The vibrant lights flickered and danced within, like a grand, dreamlike party.
The golden-masked man was blinded by the sudden burst of fireworks, his steps faltering as he stumbled around like a headless fly. "What the hell is this? How many more tricks do you have up your sleeve?!" he shouted, his voice filled with fear and confusion, his face etched with despair, and his longsword hanging limply at his sides.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Luo Qingci launched another attack. Her short blade gleamed coldly as she thrust it towards the golden-masked man's vitals. "Die!" she roared, her voice echoing through the cave like a resounding bell. Her eyes blazed with a ruthless decisiveness, like a death god from hell, ready to plunge all enemies into endless darkness. Her face was expressionless, only cold and resolute, as if she were carrying out a sacred judgment.