Cillin would never fight head-on like an idiot and ask for abuse when he knew he was weaker than his opponent.
The flying dagger was specially made by Silin before he arrived. The dagger was not thin, and the brittle outer shell was wrapped in a strong corrosive liquid. In order to seal the corrosive liquid inside the dagger, Silin even used some expensive inert materials to prevent the corrosive liquid from corroding the outer shell of the dagger.
In fact, Silin's original idea was to use the outer shell of the dagger to scratch the surface of the opponent's body, and then let the corrosive liquid seep into the opponent's wound to inflict the greatest amount of damage. However, even if the dagger could not scratch the opponent's skin, the corrosive liquid that splashed out from the broken dagger would still be useful.
Now, it was indeed the case. The liquid splashed on Caragno's flattened tail, and the pain from the corrosion made Caragno very angry. This kid is playing tricks again!
Carranio let out a long roar, as though he was venting all the anger in his chest. The sound waves shattered the remnants of the crosses that had been destroyed to the point where only a part of them remained.
Huimao, who was squatting on a cross that only had a third of its original shape left, jumped down and flicked his ears. For him, this level of sound wave was not enough to hurt him, but he had to find a better place to watch the fight.
Caragno's roar traveled far, even El Mouse and Waqin inside the energy barrier of the hall heard it.
"That's …" Waqin was surprised.
"It should be the Skeleton King's roar," said El Mouse. However, he could also hear the anger in the voice. To be able to force the Skeleton King to this extent, Silin was indeed very surprising. After all, according to El Mouse's understanding, the Skeleton King, Caragno, would not let out such a roar even if all his subordinates were killed.
Caragno was really angry, extremely angry. After so many years, apart from being injured by that person, until now, Caragno had never been so sullen.
A common human, a young brat, not only had he killed his 100,000 subordinates, he had even injured him!
Caragno threw caution to the wind. At most, he would just lose one of his tails. It would grow back after a few years. All he had to bear was a moment of pain. What he needed to do now was to crush this cunning brat!
As long as he didn't clash head-on, Silin was able to dodge. In this cross field, one was retreating while the other was pursuing. Silin was still retreating and throwing his flying daggers. A layer of Caragno's tail had already been corroded. Caragno was already numb to the pain in his tail. He did not believe that Silin could continue retreating like this!
Silin was not in a hurry. Caragno was currently in a state of rage. This was a good sign, because in a state of rage, Caragno did not have much brainpower to think about other things.
When Silin was very young, he had heard a conversation like this.
"Do you know why the hunter is superior to the prey?"
"The hunter is stronger than the prey. Only the strong are the hunters, while the weak are the prey."
"No, because the hunter will set traps."
To the fish, the angler was the hunter. They would cast the bait and quietly wait for the fish to take the bait.
The people who lived in the forest would set traps to catch large and ferocious beasts. Perhaps when they were excited, they would watch the trapped beast fight. They had long been used to using the smallest amount of effort to catch their prey.
Silin and Caragno both saw the other as prey. But in the end, who would be crowned as the prey?
When Caragno realized that something was wrong, it was already too late.
The first thing that had happened was his tail. Then, the numbness quickly spread to the rest of his body.
Only now did Caragno realize that the cunning kid was playing tricks again.
The highly corrosive liquid had corroded the surface layer of Caragno's tail, allowing the toxins behind it to play a better role.
The same throwing knife, the same proportion, but the completely different inside. Not to mention Caragno, even El Mouse might not have thought of this. If the proportion was different, El Mouse might have become suspicious and guessed that there was a difference in the throwing knife. But when Silin made these, he had completely taken this situation into consideration.
The highly corrosive liquid and the concentrated neurotoxin. When Silin made these two kinds of liquids, he had deliberately taken their proportion into account.
However, even if they were not of the same proportion, with the current Caragno, he was afraid that he would not notice it. At the same time, his selective ignorance of the pain in his tail had caused Caragno to notice the first poisonous throwing knife. By the time he did notice it, too much of the toxin had already seeped into his tail, and it had spread to the point where he could no longer save it.
El Mouse's evaluation of Caragno after hiding in Poison Fang for so many years was that Caragno was ruthless, ruthless, strong, smart, but not smart enough and not cautious enough.
His past achievements had caused the Skeleton King to overlook too many potential threats. He had always thought that he was standing at the top, and that he could look down on the ants below him. But in reality, he had been pulled down into the abyss before he could truly understand how lonely it was to be at the top.
Silin had collected the neurotoxin in the vines that had once poisoned Kari. On the green planet, Silin had also collected other neurotoxins from plants and animals.
The current one was something Silin had specially prepared for Caragno. Inside Engi's workshop, Silin had bred two types of insects, mixed them with a highly corrosive liquid, and synthesized this neurotoxin that even a rank A genotype could not withstand.
Caragno could only feel that everything around him was moving further and further away. His hearing, touch, smell, and taste seemed to be deteriorating, and every joint was rusting like scrap metal. Moreover, the rust was getting worse and worse, and his movements were becoming slower and slower.
Every muscle was spasming, and his breathing was rapid but irregular. For some reason, Caragno felt that no matter how much he breathed, the oxygen he breathed in was not enough to satisfy his needs. His mind was becoming more and more muddled, and the sporadic sparks seemed to burn his eyes. He could not help but look into the darkness.
Not far away, Huimao was squatting on top of a pile of rubble and watching the battle with wide eyes. At this moment, he tilted his head and looked at the man who was walking in an S shape just a moment ago. His nimble and ever-changing tail was dragging weakly on the ground, and Caragno looked like a drunkard as he staggered through the ruins.
Silin stood a hundred meters away from Caragno and watched as Caragno moved towards him step by step. However, the effects of the neurotoxin had severely affected Caragno's senses and thoughts. He slowly deviated from his path and finally collapsed on the spot where he once punished sinners and watched slaughter.
In the past, it was Caragno, Poison Fang's Skeleton King, who sat on a high place and watched the ant-like beings on the ground suffer bloody battles and torture. But now, the roles had changed.
It was as if Caragno could see him lying under a giant cross, and the devil-like young man standing at the top of the cross, watching indifferently as he struggled in silence. His throat could no longer produce any precise syllables, and all that came out were indiscernible grunts.
In truth, he only wanted to say one word — devil.
Silin still stood at a distance and watched expressionlessly. There was no coldness, no mockery, no joy or relief after revenge in his eyes. His eyes were as calm as ever.
A while later, Silin took out a small marble-like object and flicked it at Caragno who was lying in the ruins. The marble hit Caragno's body and scattered around Caragno.
The wind blew past.
The surviving 'Birds of Paradise' around the ruins smelled the scent in the air and swarmed towards Caragno.
Silin closed his eyes and sensed the remaining commotion above the ruins.
It's time to end this.
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