Chương 338: Human Skills Are Scary

"Tier 3 Skill, Poison Mettle," Jyorta looked at a sprinkler-shaped Relic, reading the description of the Tier 3 Skill that formed the base of the fused Skill in it, "Poison Mettle secretes poison according to the environment and the target, choosing the most potent poison. The created poison can exist in four states of matter, Solid, Liquid, Gas, and Plasma, according to the will of the user."

'Another Skill that can vary according to the situation and user's will. Damn, depending on the person, this can become an overpower Skill. Also…' Jyorta thought, recalling an incident from his memory. It was the time before the Flying Signature Raid had begun, and Laila was crying, unwilling to part way with her father.

'At that time, Laila's father emitted smoke from his body that immobilised Laila. That should have been Poison Mettle. So, even the degree of harm can be varied. As expected, in the hands of a smart individual, this would turn into an overpowered ability.'