What the terrorist threw the wolfina’s way was a sealed vial of explosive potion. And it was changing its colour at a rapid pace.
“Agatha, you idiot, stop looking at the potion and throw that damn thing…”
Kaboom!
The vial exploded and soon a huge crimson domain was seen at the place of the wolfina nad Agatha. The blast had generated a mana fire that was changing its colour from crimson to pink and back to crimson again. The explosive the little terrorist had used was an F-Rank potion from his collection.
The vial had exploded while Agatha was holding it. There was no way she could co out unscathed from that even with her body enhancing spell active.
Eren of course didn’t like to draw long battles if he could avoid them. And he especially didn’t like the protagonist-ways of handling life and death situations. Like fighting multiple opponents at the sa ti.
What he did right now was to even the playfield by a little. Why should he fight two opponents all by himself just because he could? He liked to squash the ants that bothered him without any hesitation in his mind.
The explosive potion was one of the items Eren had made in abundance during his sleepless nights of potion-making. And it was also one of the items he had asked Jack Sullivan to sell in the city market in a low-key manner.
As it was said previously, Eren’s potions catered to a niche audience. They weren’t ant for a mass audience. Instead, they would be used by people with special skills and purposes.
Eren didn’t pay attention to the explosion going off by his side and approached the guy that was standing at a distance from it. The guy had to force himself to steer his eyes away from the explosion and focus on the incoming terrorist.
Eren stopped midway and pulled another vial of potion from his storage before throwing it off in his next victim’s direction. The latter was terrified by the forr’s act. He was about to run away from his initial position but soon found out that the vial was just about to hit his face.
Eren had executed Blitz Bolt on his throwing hand this ti of hurling the potion bomb. He hadn’t done it earlier so that his next victim wouldn’t take counterasures against his speed and retreat in advance.
That’s why the poor lad couldn’t avoid the potion bomb. Or what he thought to be a potion bomb.
The vial was caught by the lad inches away from the tip of his nose. He was about to throw the darn thing off when he looked at the content within it. Unlike the potion bomb that had colour-changing liquid inside it, this vial contained nothing. It was an empty shell.
‘This fuc*ker has thrown a dud to fool .’
Eren’s next victim was about to spit blood in anger for the move the forr had pulled on him. It was as if the butcher was saying he was not worth wasting his potion bomb over.
Eren approached the enemy with his katar in his hands. The Blitz Bolt ran at its fullest potential, lighting up the edges of the dual weapons. This ti Eren didn’t target his victim’s vital spot. Sothing told him they needed to keep at least so of them alive for interrogation.
The butcher cut off the shocked victim’s right arm, which his victim was using to hold the vial. The vial and the hand that held it in place were dropped on the ground at the sa ti.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!”
The now-handicap victim shrieked like there was no tomorrow. Alas, his mutilator wasn’t satisfied with his quick work yet. He chopped the guy’s legs from his joints next.
All this had happened within a few monts from the ti Eren had gone ahead soloing two enemies in his terrorist-101 way. The spectators that included his team and the remaining of the enemy team were still processing the blast that took place just now.
But they were all brought back to reality by the guy’s shriek. They looked at the source of that voice and found that it had been mutilated beyond any imdiate repair. The guy now boosted only one hand which he was using to check on his newly amputated regions.
The blood had started spilling in abundance. He was lying in the now-expanding pool of his own blood. And he was too shocked to care about his teammates or anything happening around him.
Eren didn’t hold back and executed Blitz Bolt on the guy’s forehead to make him unconscious. Then he executed another Blitz Bolt variation and landed it on the victim’s freshly amputated region. This variation of Blitz Bolt produced white heat which was enough to cauterize the wounds.
‘This guy is taken care of. My work is done here.’
Eren concluded his voluntary retirent from the battle. The deal he had with Ken and Alra was that he’d handle two opponents, Ken would handle the other while the E-Rankers would sort things out between themselves.
He had done his part. The butcher wasn’t interested in doing soone’s work if he wasn’t going to gain anything out of it.
“Eren, you…”
Ken was about to say sothing when he was interrupted by the enemy team’s E-Ranker who was pissed on certain soone:
“You spineless f*cker. Not only did you attack a lady first but also…”
Eren was salty because of Ken for days on end now. His mood was turning fouler by mont. Therefore, he wasn’t interested in listening to soone lecture him about how rankers fight with honour and glory. Especially from soone like these guys who had previously outnumbered them.
“First of all, Ken, my man. Why are you so spaced out now when you can finally make use of those gauntlets that haven’t been used in the real battle yet. Those two little shrimps are your opponents. Go and battle it out with them.
Ace Alra, I request you to take care of this hypocrite E-Ranker who is about to speak more nonsense in front of us now.”
Alra had just processed Eren amputating the enemy team mber’s three limbs as if he was cutting so vegetables. No scratch that. Soone would put more thought into cutting veggies than Eren when cutting off limbs.
So when she was hit with Eren’s obvious request, Alra was caught off guard again. She could only muster a single word to answer the terrorist mutilator”
“Al… Alright!”
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