Just a single mushroom, the poison shouldn’t actually be this potent.
The reason it’s so effective is mainly because I actively chose to cooperate with the "poisoning."
Gaining insight into this behavior is equivalent to actively savoring and interpreting it.
If treated as an ordinary dish and shoved into the mouth, even if you eat a plate, it might not evoke many feelings.
Walking silently in the night, Fu Qian summarized his insights while reaching out to touch the air, as if playing with black cotton candy.
Just saying, black-hearted cotton does exist.
There’s no denying this feeling is quite magical, no wonder some people, after getting better from it, still wish to try it.
But don’t forget a serious issue, the cost of this mystery is very high.
Ordinary people have to consider nerve damage, and as for the unusual Abandonment King, they must consider the surrounding damage.
Even though a secluded path was deliberately chosen, the Academy soon appeared close at hand.
Swoosh!
At a certain moment, Fu Qian’s steps were briefly obstructed by something.
The strength wasn’t great, but it layered over—was it really black-hearted cotton?
Fu Qian didn’t stop his footsteps but continued moving at a steady pace, even as the resistance grew more intense.
It felt like walking into a ball of cotton, as his body moved, the darkness ahead pushed forward, eventually feedbacking an exponentially increasing repulsive force.
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Now, not only can words not be spoken carelessly, but even thoughts can’t be random?
The overly timely changes inevitably prompt reflection.
But considering the acquaintance with the Fungus Emperor, unfriendly behavior isn’t surprising.
From the very start, Fu Qian’s curiosity was only about the unfriendly manner.
Even if the other side expressed they’d forget the previous resentment, he would provoke them.
And now, this situation seems partly different from the Jade Soul situation at that time, yet somewhat close to the previous imagination—
By actively gaining insight into the "poison," it resembles self-harm based on the Tyrant’s strength.
To some extent, this explains why thinking of cotton made it become cotton.
Very bizarre and troublesome, don’t forget, I was missing the Sword Saints just now, will they come out to reminisce with me—Swoosh!
The eerie sound and tremor suddenly appeared in front, the dense darkness seemed to be cleaved centrally, rolling like waves at that moment.
Indeed, no wonder he’s a winner in the Sword Dao, no unnecessary prelude.
The incident was sudden but not shocking, at that moment Professor Fu was lamenting his crow’s mouth, even without taking evasive action.
Bang!
On the contrary, amidst admiration for decisive killing, a punch from the Abandonment King was almost synchronously blasted out in reverse.
Coincidentally, my weakness is also being overly decisive.
The night was desolate, a simple punch without flames had solidly hit the target.
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Good swordsmanship!
Only attack without defense, the world is mine.
It’s evident both sides adhered to similar philosophies, each achieving results.
Cleaving the darkness was indeed a sword, piercing all the way through the Tyrant’s chest.
It can only be said, no wonder it’s the Swordsmanship Department’s pursuit of the extremes of Sword Dao, even against a full Tyrant, there’s no case of failing to break the defense, and can clearly feel the inherent destructive damage it brings.
Unfortunately, although the damage aspect didn’t fall behind, the blood bar ultimately cannot be the same as before.
While praising, black-hearted cotton, the attacker amidst the black-hearted cotton, even the weapon of the attacker, were all shattered at that moment.
Perhaps because it adopted a literary battle form, the opponent’s luck wasn’t too good this time.
Once successful damage transfer, failing to activate immediately, leading to catastrophic damage.
Beneath the terrifying impact is a wonderful sensation, Fu Qian expressed that describing it in words is akin to hitting a three-dimensional painting.
Rather than piercing the darkness to hit a target, all these elements were rendered at the same time like they were painted on a flat surface, simultaneously tearing apart.
Nevertheless, Fu Qian still precisely locked onto the attacker’s position, a finger greatly extended in pursuit.
Swoosh!
This time the damage transfer clearly succeeded, but instead, Fu Qian bore a blood hole on his body, while the attacker’s figure vanished in a broken posture—Roar!
There’s no such good fortune, the Gospel Blast already primed followed directly up, Fu Qian even specially chose a three hundred sixty degree indiscriminate attack.
In the narrow confines, the hero wins.
Facts prove, when you betray this point, even the god of literary battle abandons you.