When Kushnier asked this question, it carried a hint of despair.
As a Supre, he rarely reflected on his actions, even when facing another Supre, it would still be like this.
It wasn't arrogance, rather sothing akin to "At forty, one has no doubts; at fifty, one understands Celestial Destiny".
He felt he had lived long enough to see through most things and didn't need others to preach to him.
Even if he occasionally overdid things, it didn't matter; Supres had certain privileges.
After spending countless money and painstakingly cultivating to the Supre level, wasn't it to live more freely?
But at this mont, he truly felt a bit of remorse: How did I offend such a powerful force?
He had a feeling that even if the attacker stopped and fled in panic now, it would still take him a long ti to recover.
There was even a significant chance that his cultivation level might regress!
So he couldn't help asking, what exactly did I do wrong, can you explain it clearly?
Stalling for ti? Qu Jianlei sneered, "You've tirelessly been picking on us, and you think you have reason?"
Picking on you? Kushnier was considering which incident the opposite party was referring to when a sudden jolt hit his head again!
The fifth spiritual attack had co!
Qu Jianlei's nose and mouth also began to bleed. He pulled out a handkerchief, wiped the bloodstains clean, and his body flashed into the smoke.
"Haha, trying to stall? Welco, I still have enhanced smoke bombs here!"
He wasn't afraid of the opponent stalling; as Kushnier thought, this nerve poison gas was much stronger than the military's standard issue.
After obtaining technique of the dark attribute and poison attribute, he also spent ti contemplating them.
These techniques were hard to practice, and his own affinity was poor, making it unlikely to master them shortly.
However, the poison attribute had a supportive technique called "Toxic Stack".
The technique's na suggests stacking, but it starts with extracting the poison, then stacking on that basis.
Qu Jianlei mastered a lot of strange knowledge and could manufacture various poisons, including so neurotoxins.
Previously, he didn't use poison to harm others, mainly for two reasons.
Firstly, using poison could easily harm others accidentally and pollute the environnt.
Secondly, those who could threaten him were already quite strong, and ordinary poison wouldn't have much effect.
But after mastering the "Toxic Stack" technique, poisons truly had their use.
He tried stacking various poisons and eventually chose one.
After stacking, the toxicity of this poison increased tenfold, with a very strong penetration.
Most crucially, the damage it caused to the body was almost irreversible.
Qu Jianlei confird that this poison could definitely harm a Supre, even kill one.
However, this poison had a downside: it beca extrely unstable after stacking, decomposing naturally easily.
Strictly speaking, most stacked poisons weren't very stable.
After all, they weren't produced but accelerated by superpower warriors with poison attributes.
To maintain the toxic traits after stacking, a poison attribute warrior had to follow and occasionally reinforce it.
Based on this trait, stacked poison weapons were hardly ever seen on battlefields.
With Kushnier's extensive knowledge, he couldn't react at first to what this poison gas was.
By the ti he realized, it was already too late.
After Qu Jianlei rushed into the smoke, there was no more movent, except for occasional smoke bombs exploding.
A minute later, a team of City Guard arrived, more than twenty people, led by an A-level Warrior, with two Flying chas.
Clearly, the City Guard knew sothing big was happening here and didn't dare to be careless.
As they approached the white mist, soone shouted, "Watch out, there's Poison Qi!"
The shout ca from an A-level Warrior, dressed in the Patrol Guard's uniform, with a handso face.
"Is it La?" The City's A-level Warrior greeted, the two were familiar, "What poison is it?"
La shook his head, "I don't know, it seems to be an unknown neurotoxin."
"An unknown toxin?" The City Guard's A-level Warrior shivered, "Who is so inhumane?"
"Soone is dealing with that reserve Supre," La replied calmly, "What, do you intend to intervene?"
"I'm not crazy," the A-level Warrior grew more horrified, "but, are we just going to watch?"
"Just notify the nearby residents," La replied calmly, "after all, it's a toxin that can trap a Supre."
The City Guard and Patrol Guard were in charge of city security, and such notices were their duty.
However, helping with evacuation wasn't under their jurisdiction; notifying everyone was already their duty fulfilled.
The A-level thought for a mont, and finally sighed, "This matter... aren't we going to handle it?"
La waved his hand, "If you want to handle it, I won't stop you, and I'll even cheer you on."
"Your Patrol Guard chief has already left," the A-level Warrior smiled bitterly, "how would I dare intervene randomly?"
Then he looked around, "The military? Which one is from the military?"
At this mont, a soft sigh ca from sowhere, pervasive and omnipresent.
"Little fellow, releasing Poison Qi so recklessly, have you considered the innocent citizens?"
This was truly peculiar, Qu Jianlei didn't turn into a saint, instead, the Imperial appeared as a saint.
However, Qu Jianlei knew in the smoke that the other party was looking for a reason to make a move.
He wasn't surprised by this, as this person was a Supre from the military, so he said in a deep voice, "The toxin is stacked."
Outsiders might not understand, but the big shots in the military would surely understand this sentence.
The vague voice was surprised by these words and spoke, "You actually…"
After a pause, this person continued, "Which prototype is the Poison Qi?"
"Dennis Supre, aren't you ddling a bit too much?" A voice continued from the smoke, "You are not from the Fourth War Zone!"
The voice was slightly disguised at first, but upon hearing Qu Jianlei's words, it instantly reverted to a female voice.
"Don't worry about which war zone I'm from, a re A-level... Do you believe I could charge you with cris against humanity?"
"A re A-level?" Another explosive sound burst in the white smoke, "Heh, didn't you notice my attribute?"
Dennis fell silent imdiately upon hearing that, if she hadn't discovered that the other party was a Spiritual Attribute, she would've acted long ago.
An A-level with a Spiritual Attribute, and a Poison Attribute that can stack... the mastermind behind calculating Kushnier is erging.
From the military, it can only be from the military.
As for Kushnier being military personnel too... wasn't there enough internal strife in the military?
In the white smoke, there were sounds of clattering along with muffled groans.
Dennis felt awkward, wanting to leave silently, but the other party... had already nad her~
A Supre's na should not be directly uttered, as it maintains the dignity of the Supre; now not only had the na been uttered, but also with no reservation.
If she didn't take issue with it, she would beco a laughingstock.
She had to speak up, "Even if it is to rectify military discipline, you should inform first, you might have to stay."
A cold laugh ca from the white smoke, "What if it's for patriotism?"
"Patriotism?" Dennis was dumbfounded at the words, as there indeed was a Patriotism Team in the military.
The Patriotism Team acted with ruthless efficiency, unlike the Military Discipline Officer who needed evidence, the Patriotism Team just killed.
The life of a Supre is protected, even the Military Discipline Officer cannot determine life or death—even at the Supre Level.
But the Patriotism Team, they are truly unreasonable; forget just one Supre, they wouldn't hesitate to kill two together.
Hearing such a reason, she didn't even dare to ask the other party for evidence—no one dares to impersonate the Patriotism Team!
So she left directly, without saying another word.
This scene beca a famous incident in Qu Jianlei's future experiences.
With just an A-level identity, he ambushed one Supre and also had to face the coercion of two Supres.
He responded flawlessly and even scared the two Supres away afterward, unprecedented and unparalleled.
Qu Jianlei didn't waste any ti, and imdiately, the sound of machine cannons crackled like beans from the white smoke.
Regular machine cannons couldn't harm a Supre, but they could quickly deplete the opponent's Inner Breath.
Kushnier, who had already suffered multiple Spiritual Attacks and was poisoned, could not withstand such destruction.
Feeling his Inner Breath depleting rapidly, he finally gathered his courage and roared, "Bastard, I'll fight you!"
Dennis and the other two Supres seed to have left, but couldn't possibly not be paying attention here.
Hearing this roar, the two sighed softly together—it indicated a self-detonation.
To be forced into a situation where a Supre has to self-detonate, it was truly harsh.
All sharing the rank of Supre, they felt a poignant sense of shared fate.
However, after this loud shout, there was no further movent.
They originally thought that if the range of the self-detonation was too large, they would have to intervene, but it didn't co to that.
It was Dennis who first reacted and whispered, "Was this... too deep a poison?"
She wasn't wrong at all, Kushnier initially wanted to fight for his life, considering self-detonation only when he had no other choice.
This was a very normal reaction; when Superpower Warriors achieve the Supre rank, not only does their combat power increase significantly, but their lifespan also doubles.
Unless driven to desperation, what Supre would consider self-detonation?
Kushnier was no exception; he almost never imagined he would be killed in a peaceful city.
When he realized that the other party intended for him to die and that he could not escape, only then did he think of self-detonation.
However, it was a bit too late; not only was his Spirit injured and Inner Breath in chaos, but the toxin had also invaded every nerve in his body.
The intense machine cannon fire continued for a full five minutes, reducing Kushnier to pieces, impossible to put back together.
When people later discussed the most miserable deaths among the Supres, his na always surfaced.
So Supres self-detonated, leaving no trace, but... none ended as miserably as Kushnier.
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