Crafty Devil
The eerie sound caught Johnny off guard, and a foreign sensation crept into his body.
Despite enveloping himself in flames, the toxic mist somehow breached his defences. How had the Poison managed to infiltrate his fiery barrier?
In that fleeting moment of confusion, the insidious toxin took its toll. Even Johnny's robust physique couldn't withstand the onslaught without flinching.
Amidst the gray-white haze, a sinister laughter echoed.
Within the Poisonous fog, Poison could perceive every nuance, including the subtle shift in Johnny's expression.
"Giggle... Devourer, I warned you, your flames offer no protection. Brace yourself for a agonizing demise," Poison taunted, the bizarre laughter drawing closer within the mist, intensifying Johnny's suffering with each passing moment.
Johnny's eyes flickered as he channeled searing flame energy through his body. The intense heat seeped into his flesh and bones, neutralizing some of the toxins and alleviating his discomfort.
Simultaneously, he mustered his divine power to combat the unknown Poison ravaging his system.
With these two abilities in play, the agony subsided somewhat, though lingering discomfort persisted throughout Johnny's body.
Though the slight ache hindered Johnny, it was a far cry from what Poison had anticipated.
Yet, Johnny's torment only deepened, his command over the flames faltering. Meanwhile, the Poison within the mist grew bolder. With mocking laughter, it closed in on Johnny, sealing his defeat.
With Johnny rendered powerless, the Poison grew increasingly arrogant, closing in with relentless determination.
Amidst the gray-white mist, a dimin inutive, Poisonous figure advanced, while the flames surrounding Johnny flickered, on the verge of dissipating.
Originally, the arena was divided by blazing flames on one side and heavy mist on the other, almost creating a rivalry between them.
But now, the gray-white mist nearly swallowed the flames whole, causing unease among countless viewers.
As fervent admirers of Devourer, many spectators found it hard to accept this turn of events and shouted wildly, hoping Johnny could overcome his formidable opponent.
Even Grandmaster, seated in the highest stand, though his expression remained stoic, harbored a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Knowing Johnny well, Grandmaster couldn't believe Johnny would falter so easily.
"Devourer, your end is near!"
The Poison drew closer, and the figure within the gray-white mist fully emerged.
In the Poisonous hand gleamed a dark dagger, its surface oozing with black liquid, sending shivers down the spines of onlookers.
"Is that so?"
Just as the Poison closed in on Johnny, mere meters away, Johnny's calm voice cut through the tension, the pain on his face vanishing instantly.
Simultaneously, the sickening sound of flesh being pierced and the Poisonous scream echoed within the mist, filling the air with disbelief and panic.
A gaping wound appeared in the Poison's chest. His eyes widened in disbelief as sharp nails pierced his flesh, black blood trickling from the wound.
Desperately, the Poison writhed, attempting to turn and confront his unseen assailant.
But as consciousness faded, he never managed to glimpse the Spectre looming behind him.
In the arena, the dwindling flames surged, consuming the surrounding mist.
As the gray-white veil dissipated, spectators strained to witness the outcome of the battle.
In the arena's center, the Poison lay motionless, a gaping wound in his chest oozing blood.
Amidst the flames stood Johnny, calm and composed, devoid of any signs of pain.
"The Devourer triumphs! Incredible! The Devourer triumphs!" cried out the ecstatic spectators.
"How's that possible? The Devourer emerged victorious?"
"But I distinctly saw the Devourer get Poisoned by some Poison..."
A scene unfolded in the arena, leaving countless spectators incredulous.
Whether facing off against the Titan or deadly Poison, Johnny always managed to turn the tables in seemingly dire situations. It was nothing short of miraculous!
"The Devourer!"
"The Devourer is unbeatable!"
"Champion! It's the Devourer!"
After a moment of astonishment, the entire arena erupted once more. Countless banners bearing the name Devourer were raised high, trembling with fervor.
"His bidy is full of Poison. Can the Spectre stomach it?"
At that moment, Johnny paid little heed to the enthusiastic crowd. Instead, his gaze fixated on the Poison now reduced to 'food'.
As 'food', the Poison was somewhat peculiar, and Johnny wasn't even certain if the Spectre could ingest it.
However, the Spectre swiftly provided Johnny with a practical answer.
With an unusually hearty appetite, the Spectre promptly devoured the Poisonous being, leaving nothing behind.
[Ding!]
[Poison ingested. Ability acquired: Poison Control Level 6. Soul Points earned: 300.]
As the Spectre consumed the Poison, Johnny felt a surge of strengthening through their connection, accompanied by system prompts in his mind.
"Hold onto those abilities!"
Curiosity piqued, Johnny sought to understand how the Poison had managed to afflict him without detection, and the best way to uncover this was to grasp the opponent's abilities.
This time, instead of the familiar heat flow, an unfamiliar force emanated from Johnny's body—countless minuscule particles, vast in quantity yet infinitesimally small.
Various insights on toxin control flooded Johnny's mind as he assimilated the information.
Having fully digested the knowledge of toxin control, Johnny finally comprehended.
The Poison's assault hadn't occurred during the battle but right at the onset when they first encountered each other.
Entering the arena, the Poison had already initiated an attack, transforming into an almost imperceptible form and stealthily infiltrating Johnny's body. The ensuing gray mist was merely a diversion to deceive him.
"Crafty devil!"
Upon grasping the Poison's method, Johnny couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Had it not been for his physique rivaling that of the Eternal Gods, this battle might have ended in the gutter.
Yet now, armed with toxin control, Johnny found himself somewhat exhilarated at the prospect of using this newfound ability to effortlessly vanquish his adversaries.
"Well, maybe being a crafty devil isn't all that bad after all..."
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