Bab 2236: Skills

At that moment, 71's mentee appeared before Dyon, the very same ghastly grin hanging from his mouth. A foul stench emitted with his every breath, making Dyon frown and take a step back.

It seemed to others that he was afraid, but the reality was that he really couldn't stand the smell. Just because he had spent the last several years experimenting on void beasts, didn't mean that he enjoyed the foul stench they emitted. Plus, he had several means of warding off the smell if he really wanted to. The reason he hadn't was related to the very cause of the smell in the first place. If danger was really related to how foul the smell was, then wouldn't he be cutting off a warning signal for himself by being too prudish?

"Since you decided to piss off my mentor, you can just—"

"Oh, you came here to kill me? Piss off then."

None of the youths could react before the young man with the fat gut's head was spinning in the air, completely separated from his body.