Suppress my poison?
Dugu Bo actually laughed when he heard that.
"Just you, kid? You think you can suppress my Poison Skill? If Chen Xin weren't protecting you, I could take your life with a flick of my finger."
Xu Changqing froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly. "Senior, I think you misunderstood. What I meant was that you yourself have already been poisoned, and the poison has seeped into your bones."
Dugu Bo waved a hand, sweeping Xu Changqing with a disdainful glance. "Ridiculous! I am the great Poison Douluo. In all the world, when it comes to poison, I have never regarded anyone highly. I've lived for seventy-eight years. I've only ever poisoned others; no one has ever poisoned me."
Even Sword Douluo's gaze toward Xu Changqing became somewhat strange. Dugu Bo's strength might indeed be nothing special, but when it came to poison, there were probably few people in the entire Douluo Continent who could match him.
Would a man like that really be poisoned without even knowing it?
Or rather, who could possibly poison a Titled Douluo whose title was Poison?
What is this kid up to? Sword Douluo wondered, frowning without saying a word.
Xu Changqing did not rush to refute Poison Douluo's arrogant words. Instead, he smiled. "Senior, let me ask you this. Whenever the weather turns overcast or it rains, do you feel numbness and itching beneath your ribs? It attacks once at noon and once at midnight. Given your current condition, each episode should last more than two hours."
"And every night around midnight, do you feel needle-like stabbing pain at the crown of your head and the soles of your feet?"
"Whether that agonizing feeling is poisoning or not, Senior, you should know better than I do."
Dugu Bo fell silent,