"You're lying."
Moore looked at Angel with a grim face and said, "My strength broke through to the peak of the late mythical stage a week ago, even if you poisoned me, I would definitely be able to feel it. Why didn't I notice, and why is the poison only resurfacing now?"
"Nothing is impossible. In China's 5,000 years of history, countless masters have died from poison. Even a top master like Nie Kuangren might perish; let alone you!"
Angel smiled slightly and walked leisurely towards Moore, speaking as she went, "Actually, the poison I've been giving you over this period strictly speaking isn't poison but a highly special one. In other words, it's a poison without a catalyst. As long as there's no catalyst, this poison will never attack."
"Catalyst?"
Listening to Angel's words, Moore was slightly stunned, then a flash crossed his eyes, "Is the catalyst you're talking about the scent of blood?"
