The Strategist was beyond shocked!
His Life-Taking Thirty was one of the most lethal poisons in the world!
Thirty seconds. He only had thirty seconds!
But Ming Disha was just staring at him with a grin, clearly planning to snatch the antidote!
The Strategist stared at Ming Disha, and Ming Disha stared right back, calm as could be, a smile on his face.
Fine, then let's see who could outlast whom. I'm this old already. I don't believe you don't want to live.
The Strategist's finger suddenly twitched, but Ming Disha did not move an inch.
The Strategist thought, I can't fool him! What do I do? Am I supposed to compete with Ming Disha in hand speed?!
Ming Disha thought, Trying to trick me? Go on, do your best. Let me see exactly how you plan to do it.
Zhao Ritian said, "Martial Uncle, there isn't much time left!"
The key was, everything was happening in a flash. The difference between Ming Disha's time and the Strategist's was only a few seconds.
Ming Disha did not have much time left, but he was running out of time too!
The Strategist's forehead was covered in beads of sweat. He could almost feel the poison rapidly spreading through his body, about to take effect. This old bastard... why was he not afraid? And he did not seem to show the slightest sign of poisoning! Could he be immune to poison too!?
The Strategist deliberately glanced behind Ming Disha. Ming Disha pretended to fall for it and turned his head...
The Strategist swiftly pulled out the antidote and tossed it toward his own mouth with a whoosh.
Ming Disha's head had turned, but his hand had not!
He snatched the antidote right from the edge of the Strategist's mouth and put it