I Became the Alchemy Master by Picking Up Trash-Chapter 173 - 171: Turtle Breath Pill

At this moment, black-clad fighters appeared in various parts of Harass City, assisting the Guard Team and the brave Elemental Spirits to eliminate the terrorists.

The combat prowess of the black-clad fighters was quite high, and with their help, the battle situation began to clarify.

These black-clad fighters acted with a military-like manner, disciplined and organized, retreating immediately after the battle without any sloppiness, giving the Guard Team no chance to gather information.

What displeased the Guard Team the most was that the black-clad fighters took all the captives, leaving them without a single person to interrogate.

How could they find the mastermind now? How would they explain to their superiors?

The Guard Team had considered snatching people, but the black-clad fighters retreated so swiftly that they couldn’t catch up, let alone snatch anyone, so they had to accept their misfortune.

The customers and waitstaff in the restaurant had already fled, and the dining area now looked like it had experienced an explosion, with debris from tables and chairs and shards of dishes everywhere, and the floor was densely pierced with many finger-width metal needles.

Li Xing rotated her wrist, and the Heavenly Wolf Saber spun in the air, forming a massive floral pattern, then raised its tip to point at the person opposite her.

"Come on, don’t stop, continue!"

She had already fought over seventy rounds with that person, and with the presence of the three-thousand lotuses, Li Xing wasn’t worried about running out of Fire Element; she just wasn’t sure how many more Golden Needles he could produce. No matter what, he must not escape today.

The waiter had grown another size after taking drugs, and his clothes were already in tatters. His golden hair had fallen out, and his head was covered with worm-like thick twisted blood vessels, making him look as grotesque as a gargoyle.

The Elemental Spirit fluctuations on the waiter hadn’t weakened, but Li Xing clearly felt his Life Force diminishing rapidly.

Li Xing didn’t know what drug he took, but she was certain that it exchanged an intense burst of combat power for a short time at the cost of Life Force.

What Li Xing could see, the waiter, as the experiencer, couldn’t be unaware of. His consciousness was already starting to blur at this moment, yet the regret in his heart had reached its peak.

He just wanted to stab Li Xing to vent his anger; who knew things would get so out of hand?

The pill wasn’t as harmless as mentioned; it was wickedly destructive. His body was ruined, and not only could he not return to his original form, but he might not even survive.

The waiter didn’t want to fight anymore, but an even more terrifying thing happened; he found he had lost control over his body.

He could clearly feel himself raising his hands, taking steps, and swinging fists, but he couldn’t control it.

He felt like a wandering soul, helplessly watching his body autonomously operate the Elemental Spirit, with a myriad of Golden Needles appearing again, aiming at Li Xing.

After the Elemental Spirit was consumed again, the waiter felt as though the Life Force within him was like a candle in the wind, flickering and ready to extinguish. If he operated the Elemental Spirit one more time, he would surely die.

No! No! He was still young, hadn’t inherited the family business, and hadn’t gained the affection of his sweetheart; he didn’t want to die!

Li Xing once again knocked down the thousand needles with the Heavenly Wolf Saber, raising her hand to summon the three-thousand lotuses to prepare a counterattack. At this moment, Li Xing was surprised to see blood tears flowing from the eyes of the person opposite, and his lips wriggled with difficulty, barely uttering a sentence:

"Help... me—help... save me..."

Help? Could it be that he can no longer control himself?

Li Xing ordered the three-thousand lotuses to retreat and approached the waiter with her saber, leaping up with a flick of her foot and hitting his temple with the saber’s hilt.

If this strike hit, the person would pass out immediately.

Despite his huge build, his movements were not slow. He dodged Li Xing’s attack by crouching, then lifted his leg to kick at Li Xing’s lower half. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The two exchanged punches and kicks, continuing the Martial Arts battle for seven or eight more rounds, still without a winner, before each jumped out of the circle to stare at each other.

During the close combat, Li Xing noticed that the person’s eyes were full of remorse and fear, his expression twisted and mixed with fright and dread, which was in stark contrast to his lethal and efficient physical movements.

Li Xing could now confirm that the person had lost control over his body, and she couldn’t help but curse under her breath at the difficulty.

This phenomenon of mental separation from the body is not uncommon, with two main reasons: one is being hit by a technique similar to puppet manipulation, where one becomes like a puppet controlled by the caster. Although the mind of the victim is clear, they simply can’t control their body, and combat power matches their original strength without much variation.

The second possibility is possession or parasitism, which often ends with one party growing stronger and the other perishing, resulting in abnormally increased combat power.

At the initial stage of possession or parasitism, the victim can retain some awareness, but as the power of the possessor or parasite grows, the victim’s consciousness becomes increasingly blurred until it dissipates.

Recalling the red pill the waiter took and the surging combat strength, Li Xing considered the possibility of possession or parasitism greater.

Before complete success, the possessor or parasite requires the host to provide energy. If the host’s body shows signs of death, the possessor or parasite will automatically leave to find a more suitable body for continued survival.

At this point, there’s no choice but to gamble.

Feeling pained, Li Xing took out a stack of explosive talismans from the Spiritual Pendant and tossed them towards the waiter.

A dozen explosive talismans floated in the air, encircling the waiter, and Li Xing’s rosy lips slightly parted as she sharply commanded, "Explode—!"

A dozen explosive talismans detonated simultaneously, tearing a large hole in the ceiling of the restaurant with a powerful blast. The floor tiles shattered, walls crumbled, and glass was blown into shards, scattering outside with the shockwave.

As the explosion smoke dispersed, the waiter emerged at the blast’s center.

At the critical moment, he shielded his vital parts with his robust arm. Although not killed by the explosion, he was gravely injured; his left arm was blown off, his body was covered with countless wounds, and his scalp had been peeled back, revealing the white skull beneath, rendering him a bloody mess.

The waiter’s eyes had completely turned blood-red, his expression was vacant and stiff, blankly staring at Li Xing.

The previous explosion had knocked out the waiter’s consciousness, and the presence now was the hidden mastermind culprit.

Li Xing snorted coldly, pulled out another stack of explosive talismans, and tossed them at the waiter.

Unlike the silent lethal strikes of the three-thousand lotuses, the explosive talismans’ flashy sound-effect-laden attack was more intimidating to the entity hidden within the waiter’s body.

The waiter wanted to escape, but the explosive talismans hovered ten feet around him, like maggots glued to bones, always ready to detonate.

"I don’t care who you are, but you’re not leaving alive today! Bring it on!"

Li Xing flicked her fingers, discreetly sending a Turtle Breath Pill into the circle of talismans, which instantly turned to dust with the explosion, surrounding the waiter.

The air filled with the aroma of the elixir, and the waiter’s grotesquely strong body swayed, then collapsed with a thud.

He was covered in blood, his face deathly pale, chest completely still, looking as if he had died.

Li Xing held her breath, using her Divine Sense to envelop the waiter’s body, waiting quietly.