Chapter 285 Evolution

Looking at that green-haired woman, Lothur considered that his second match would still take some time to start and then asked. "Becca, do you want to help me with something?"

"What do you want?"

"Since this next opponent seems somewhat impressive, help me raise my resistance to poisons." He suggested, imagining that a 2-star poison master like Rebecca could produce something spiritual, even without ingredients with her.

That was the difference between 1-star practitioners and those of higher level. 1-star professionals always had to use resources to produce their objects of interest, but those higher ranked could add their spirituality to their products.

So, in the case of a 2-star poison master, such a person could induce poison reactions even without ingredients with them. For this to work, it would only be necessary for this individual to use the laws they had already understood and infuse them into the spiritual energy that came into contact with their target or even substance of interest.

Normally, poison masters of this classification used this possibility to strengthen their poison mixtures. But it was possible to use such a thing to poison, as Lothur had asked Rebecca.

He knew this, and so did she. As such, she readily understood what he wanted with such a suggestion. "Are you sure about this? We are only a few minutes away from your match. If you exhaust yourself now, you may not be able to get the best result in this and other matches later on."

Annaliese was also thinking the same thing as Rebecca, worried about Lothur's stamina, considering the amount of testing he would do per day plus their training and also coupling...

'That's a bit much even for you...' She thought as she intently watched him.

Lothur smiled confidently and said. "It's just that you haven't seen all I can do yet, hehe. Anyway, I have a card up my sleeve, so even if I get tired, I can use that to recover quickly."

"So, will you help me?" He thoughtfully looked into Rebecca's pretty eyes.

"Sigh..."

,m "Where will we do this? We can't go too far, or you'll be late..." She asked.

"We'll do it right here," Lothur replied without delay as he took off the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing to give Rebecca access to his arms.

"Here?" Annaliese asked. "Won't that draw the attention of people in the surrounding area?"

"Don't worry. At most, they will see Becca giving me a painful massage..." Lothur reassured his sister-in-law, who did not know much about the art of poison masters.

"All right, but how intense can I be? My control over my poison skill is not that high, so something too low will be impossible..." She commented on that problem.

Lothur pondered his progress regarding Iron-grade poison resistance and said. "As long as you can restrict your poison ability to the limit someone at the peak of the 1st stage can deal with, I will be fine."

"Peak of the 1st stage?" Rebecca's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Are you already at this level?"

"Not exactly, but my body is a little stronger than some with my other skills... And my resistance to poisons is almost evolved to Bronze-grade." He commented without giving more details.

"Bronze-grade? Isn't that the resistance of 2-star poison masters?" Annaliese asked in doubt since she thought her brother-in-law was still just someone from 1-star.

"That should be the case..." Rebecca was surprised at this, considering how little time Lothur had started learning this profession. 'It looks like he was born to work with poisons.'

'Great!'

She then asked him to stand with his back to her and put her hands on his arms, starting a kind of strange massage right there on the bleachers of that platform.

Some people in the surrounding area found this behavior strange, but since competitors still compete on the platform, few paid any more attention to them than they should have.

Only Lothur's enemies or admirers were watching them, trying to understand the point of this strange behavior.

'Is she poisoning him?' The opponent who would face Lothur in a few moments noticed a glow in Rebecca's hands and understood what was happening on the other side of the platform. 'What is this guy trying? Does he think he can face me after doing something like that?'

"Tsk!"

"The wretch is too confident!" He remarked to his elders there waiting for his match.

"Never mind. Just teach him and the Frost family a lesson when you get up on that platform, Moritz." A white-haired old man advised him. "He beat Rudolf, but that young man can't compare to you. Then everything will be fine."

"Hmm, I know that..."

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After a few moments of trying hard not to express pain or expose his training in his voice, Lothur finally felt a sense of relief when Rebecca removed her hands from him.

In that instant, he received the last warning from the system regarding this woman's poison that had tortured him for several minutes.

[Resistance to Iron-grade poisons.]

[Progress: 93%]

'I am almost reaching the peak of resistance to this grade of poisons...' He thought about this, as he considered that to advance to Bronze grade, he would probably need something stronger than Iron-grade poisons.

But as he thought about it, he smiled in satisfaction, imagining that he had significantly decreased the risk of facing his next opponent, who was supposedly at the peak of the 1st stage.

With that, it did not take long for him to turn his attention back to the combat platform, where his match was about to begin.

Lothur thanked Rebecca and said goodbye to Annaliese before running to that spot under the watchful eyes of every person in the area.

As he came face to face with his opponent, a young man with red hair, like Nora's, whom he and Annaliese had met at the auction weeks ago, he asked. "What is Nora Frohberg to you?"

This young man's eyebrows frowned upon hearing the name of his family's young lady. "Do you know our young lady?"

"Hmm, I met that beauty a few weeks ago... But unfortunately, today, I will have to make her family suffer a little." Lothur laughed and then said a little lower as he came closer to that individual. "If you get the chance, tell her we can still be friends. What is about to happen here is not personal."

Upon hearing such audacity, Moritz felt a great urge to slap Lothur in the face and teach this individual what his place was.

Not only because Lothur was clearly despising his abilities and saying he would crush him. But because of the behavior that implied that he had impure interests towards the beautiful and noble Nora.

"Bastard!"

"Let's see if you're all that!" Moritz narrowly managed to control himself as the veins in his forehead and neck trembled, visible to everyone in the surroundings.

Unfortunately, no one else but them had heard this exchange of comments, so the audience present on this platform could only wonder what Lothur had said to make Moritz so angry.

With that, after the match referee gave the order for the match to begin, the two quickly began to produce their poisons, following the same scheme as in the first round!

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