Chapter 191: Art of the Herbology

Chapter 191: Art of the Herbology



The mushroom cloud rose high into the sky, and its surroundings were engulfed in a fiery inferno.

Below the mushroom cloud, somewhere in the forest, a cocoon made out of beautiful wings unfurled, revealing injured and bloody Adam, who was barely conscious.

"Minor Healing," he whispered, and his bleeding stopped, but there was still some internal bleeding.

Without further ado, he took out the Flask of the Rising Moon and gulped it all down. It helped his organs to heal, and his health began to recover as well.

After selling the legendary dagger in the auction, he earned 120,000 Shinecoins.

Most of that went to Z Package payments, but he also purchased the healing flasks and even armor for himself.

The armor wrapped around his body like a warm, protective shield.

It looked quite pretty with its silver designs etched into the metal-it had silver images of bulls and stars then there was also a matching helmet that completed the look.

The helmet looked fierce and intimidating, with horns protruding on either side. It looked like the head of a bull.

It was called Silver Bull Armor.

While its rank was Azure Rare, like the Crimson Hound armor, it gave off better protection and had a special attribute of Magick Defense that blocked any Magick attack below level 2.

While it was pretty useless in the upcoming fight against Renard, it could protect him from some fatal blows.

Adam rose back to his feet, heavily breathing.

The heavy aura of Renard was suffocating and intimidating, removing all the fighting spirit left in him, but this wasn't the first time he was fighting a losing battle.

There was no way he would be able to defeat Renard in frontal combat.

Even if he was fighting as his past life self, he still would be unable to win against Renard.

It didn't matter that Renard was past his prime and had lost a step or two; he was still a formidable opponent that perhaps he could defeat in another ten years.

Unfortunately, he didn't have another ten years to wait.

The wings flapped and took him to the skies.

As soon as he revealed himself, the dark clouds started raging with thunder and lightning.

"You survived that, huh?" Renard grinned smugly while the lightning bolts stabbed the ground around him.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Crackle!

"You need to try harder if you want to kill me." Adam said calmly.

"Haha, I didn't expect S-rankers to die that easily." Renard licked his lips and grabbed one of the lightning bolts as if it were nothing. "But I do love a challenge."

This time, however, Renard jumped over the poisonous mist and kicked Adam down to the

ground.

However, before slamming against the ground, the wings carried Adam back to the air and made some distance to Renard.

While his attack was unsuccessful, the corners of Adam's mouth curled into a slight smile.

'He doesn't have any antidotes left.'

He came to that conclusion because Renard was arrogant and cocky. He wouldn't willingly dodge any of his attacks, as he believed that Adam was inferior being compared to him.

At the first toxic gas wall, Renard went straight through it even though he could definitely tell

it was poisonous.

After all, he watched Adam mix the poison right in front of his eyes.

Adam did that on purpose to see whether he had any ways to counter the poison.

'That's one weakness, poison. Now, how can I use it against him?'

Behind his back, he mixed a few poison potions to use as sort of bombs and then stored them

inside his inventory.

Renard, since he was far enough, couldn't see what he was doing.

'What to do...' Adam frowned.

...

In a dimly lit gym, Terry lifted weights, sweat flying off his body after each rep.

Since he didn't feel like sleeping, he came to the gym to lift some weights.

He had been thinking about the conversation that happened today.

It seemed like everyone was about to leave the Eldertree Institute-even Adam, whom he

thought would stay longer.

He felt like he was about to be left behind.

'I need to be ready for the tutorial. I can't fail!' Terry gritted his teeth and did another rep.

At the same moment, the door of the gym creaked open, and a figure stood by the doorway,

watching him with a cold look on his eyes.

It was Ryan.