NovelEnglishSeeing that one of the Sage Lake Sect apprentices was ready to run and tell the others, Quinn snapped, "Stop! Master Ocean has spoken—anyone who sees this must never breathe a word! Maron Ocean intends to kill him to claim the title of chief, a crime most unforgivable! Stay here and keep watch. Make sure no one comes in!" Quinn's orders worked—at her words, the Sage Lake Sect apprentices stood in silence.
All Maron told them was that the chief had been injured and incapacitated, not such outrage within their enclave! "Heavens... Maron tried to kill the chief?! That's his own father! How could he do this?!" "I-I don't know. What the hell." "Wait, wasn't Maron saying that Quinn Ocean died too? She's alive and kicking!" While the sudden turn of events left the Sage Lake Sect apprentices dumbstruck, Quinn herself was anxious too, forgetting honorifics as she asked, "Frank. What do you think? Can you save him?" "Yes." Frank nodded, while subtly impressed at how low Maron would sink.
Forget poisoning his own father—he resorted to one of the worst poisons ever known: the Gehennical Frost Scarab. Virtually untraceable, the victim would be caught in hellish extreme coldness that they could not hope to escape.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe poison extended inside out, and neither vigor nor pure vigor could nullify it.
The symptoms were exactly the symptoms Dahok exhibited: unresponsive to any stimulus as he was left completely paralyzed.
They would lay in a vegetative state while going through hell, and their mind would eventually break under torment, killing themselves to be free.
And that was what made the Gehennical Frost Scarab the worst—it faded very quickly from the victim's body, and it would appear as if the victim had killed themselves for no reason.
Maron had certainly been meticulous.
Still, Frank quickly went to work, whipping out his needles and thrusting one each into two of Dahok's acupoints.
At the same time, he infused his pure vigor into Dahok's body, helping him gather the poison at the center of his median furrow.
"Move!" he bellowed at Quinn as his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he shoved a blood drawing pill down Dahok's throat.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe then smacked Dahok on the chest, and his ribs actually cracked as they shattered.
"What do you think you're doing?!" "Stop right there, Frank Lawrence!" The Sage Lake Sect apprentices snapped in outrage, expecting him to save Dahok, only for him to break the man's ribs! What was it if not opportune revenge?! "Stay away!" Frank bellowed when the Sage Lake Sect apprentices started toward him, sending them flinching and backing away.
Even Quinn was confused, however. "Frank, what are you—" "It's fine," Frank growled, wiping the sweat off his brow and thrusting the last needle into an acupoint to the right of Dahok's median furrow.
Splash! The instant he pulled it out, a jet of pungent black blood shot out from the acupoint like a tiny geyser.
One of the Sage Lake Sect apprentices just happened to be too close, and the black blood splashed all over his hand.
"Argh!!! Argh!!!" he screamed, even clutching his hand and rolling all over the floor!
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