Jared sneered as he licked his lips. “Your poisonous creatures reserved for cadaver king training have


    been consumed by me. By the way, I wouldn’t mind being locked up again if you have more delicious


    creatures to spare.”


    Poison King took a deep breath to suppress the ball of rage rising in his chest. All of the work in


    cultivating my deadly creatures is now in his belly and making him more difficult to kill!


    “Only one of us will be walking out of here alive, Jared.”


    Poison King threw out an arm forcefully as he spoke. Obeying their master’s summon, the wingless


    beetles attached themselves all over his body into the familiar formation of the beetle armor.


    “I shall oblige you, then!” Jared shouted in response as he leaped to his feet and appeared before


    Poison King in the blink of an eye.


    Crash! Thud! Pow!


    Jared’s powerful fistsnded in a flurry on a bed of steel beetles. With every ferocious strike, a handful of


    beetles fell to the ground, only for more to scuttled up within the next second to rece their fallen


    counterparts. No matter how many beetles I kill, more will just keeping. It feels impossible to kill


    them all!


    Poison King’s eyes shed with savage pleasure. “You can’t touch me!” he gloated. “It’s my turn now.


    Let’s see if your body is truly cadaver king material!”


    With that, Poison Kingnded a heavy punch on Jared’s chest. Although the force behind it was


    immense, it did nothing more than give him a bruise.


    As the exchange of blows persisted with no definitive oue in sight, it soon became clear that both


    combatants were of equal skill and strength.


    Despite the fact that Poison King’s abilities were not on the level of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, he had


    been teetering on the edge of achieving Top Level Senior Grandmaster for many years. His own


    formidable power aside, the beetle armor granted him enough leverage to engage in singlebat


    against Jared and hold his ground.


    Thump!


    The prolonged exchange culminated in the collision of both fists which sent Jared and Poison King


    stumbling backward several paces each, cing some distance between them.


    After delivering several dozen ineffective strikes apiece, bothbatants paused to catch a breath as


    they eyed the other with wariness across the small expanse of space they had created.


    “Jared, my beetles are limitless,” Poison King boasted. “Let’s see how many more strikes your body can


    withstand.”


    Jared fiowned. I hate to admit it but he’s right. If this goes on, I may exhaust my own spiritual energy


    before seeding in exhausting his supply of beetles.


    “Jared!” cried Lyanna suddenly. “The beetles are afraid of fire!”


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    Jared’s eyes glimmered with hope at once. It’s so simple yet potent! How have I not thought of this


    before?


    Poison King appeared frightened for a moment before regaining his swagger. “Other ordinary beetles,


    maybe. But this particr genus has been specifically trained to withstand its own biggest weakness.


    Watch.”


    To Lyanna’s horror, Poison King grabbed a torch from one of his men and waved it above an armored


    arm. Despite the me being close enough even for humans to feel ufortably hot, the beetles did


    not even twitch.


    “We’ll see about that,” Jared promised as a ball of blue me leaped into existence in his palm.


    The spiritual fire he had summoned at the expense of his spiritual energy was iparable to ordinary


    fire.


    Poison King’s sneer turned into a grimace of fear at the sight of the light blue mes dancing on Jared’s


    open palm.


    With a sudden, swiping motion, Jared flung his arms and turned the me in his hand into a meteor


    headed straight for Poison King. Even his men standing at the edges of the battlefield dove into the


    vegetation for cover from the immense heat.


    Poison King jumped out of the way as well, but not before catching a lick of the scorching me on his


    arm, resulting in a sickening sizzle. Upon contact with his armor, the mes soared ten feet high.


    Combustion of the beetles fed the me steadily for a long while before it subsided.


    Amidst a nauseating smell of burning flesh and exoskeletons, the beetles poured off of Poison King’s


    body in an almost silent rustle. Even those that had managed to scuttle away from the roaring bonfire


    fueled by the main body of beetles did not get very far before bursting into mes.