Published: February 12, 2025
Ahan was drenched in sweat, but this wasn't real sweat; it was a form of potential being unleashed.
His profession destined Ahan's combat power to be based on the viruses he nurtured. In the past, when his profession level had not yet upgraded, he was merely a meat shield. In every battle and hunt, he charged to the front, absorbing the firepower and attacks from enemies or mutated creatures.
This situation lasted for several years. If it weren't for Ahan's good fortune, he would have died long ago. As a virus carrier, this profession was quite special and bizarre, but before the upgrade, when he only had the capabilities of exploding fungi and scabies, neither he nor his profession was taken seriously.
Every team appreciated him, but no team regarded him as a person. They called him a vanguard, a tough guy, a tank, an arrowhead, a knife... in reality, he was just cannon fodder.
As he watched the thorns dance in the air, Ahan's mind echoed with memories of the days after the apocalypse began, when he walked on thin ice, living on the brink of death every day.
His eyes quickly turned red.
After gaining the ability of the Life-Eating Venomous Tadpole, Ahan's status rose sharply. At first, he was very satisfied, feeling that everything had changed, that the goddess of fate had started to favor him.
However, gradually he realized that, in essence, nothing had truly changed; he had merely transitioned from a low-level thug to a high-level thug.
The people who commanded him had risen from second-rate figures to first-rate and now to big shots.
He was still just a thug.
Even now, despite becoming the second-in-command of the Journey of the Hidden Snake, he was still sent out to fight a life-or-death battle.
Was this his honor? Yes, one could say so. But more than that, it meant he had to charge into battle.
For the first time, when the little boy ordered him to fight, Ahan felt a desire to assert his independence.
Thus, he needed to win this battle, gain rewards, and continually strengthen himself until... he became a big shot!
Until... he could watch others fight for him!
He had to win this match.
As the sweat flowed from his body, and in Ahan's unwilling roar, this virus carrier activated his fourth skill.
No one knew that Ahan had a fourth skill.
It was the Flower Jiapu Noxious Liquid!
A terrifying virus that could cause rapid decay at the point of contact.
This was the first time he showcased this virus, which caused him unbearable pain with even the slightest cultivation, in front of everyone.
The little boy had once said that Ahan cultivated one gram of Life-Eating Venomous Tadpole each day. But what he didn’t know was that if Ahan only cultivated the Life-Eating Venomous Tadpole each day, he could yield five grams! The reason he only produced one gram was that he also had to slightly increase the attributes of the first two fungi while investing all his energy and effort into the Flower Jiapu Noxious Liquid!
This was his trump card, the stepping stone on his path to becoming a top-tier powerhouse!
Ahan had already made up his mind—he would kill this woman, obtain the reward, strengthen himself, and then say goodbye to that little brat he despised!
That snot-nosed kid had no right to command him; even without that golden armor, he wouldn’t stand a chance against his current self!
In such fantasies, Ahan unleashed his ultimate move, pulling out his hidden weapon.
The sweat-like inconspicuous but terrifying noxious liquid transformed into countless droplets, splattering onto the surrounding thorns.
No matter how tight the defense was, it couldn’t stop the pervasive liquid.
The Flower Jiapu Noxious Liquid contaminated the thorns and surged toward the Red Hair through the gaps between them.
Every thorn that got splattered emitted smoke, and the affected areas rapidly expanded, directly corroding this terrifying weapon.
Pieces of thorns fell to the ground, instantly covering the area. Ahan stood there, already submerged to his ankles in the severed thorns.