To ordinary martial artists, poisonous water was not particularly useful. It had physical form and flew slowly when thrown; anyone agile in movement could easily evade it in a clash between opponents of the same level. In terms of lethality, it might not even surpass a crossbow bolt.
Poisons and poisonous gas, by comparison, were far more threatening. They could spread through the air; so long as one inhaled or came into contact with even a little, one would be poisoned. Whether one could endure it depended entirely on the potency of the poison and one's own fortune.
However, Wu Chen's poisonous water was unlike ordinary poisonous water.
First, through the methods of Mechanics Art, this poisonous water had been made into something like a grenade. Once triggered under specific conditions, it burst apart and sprayed in all directions over a wide area. This was not ordinary splashing, but a jet of water—the difference in threat was worlds apart.
Second, Wu Chen's poisonous water was no ordinary thing to begin with. The instant it sprayed out, it seemed drawn by some force, and countless streams of emerald-green poisonous water flew toward the monster Peng Haibing had become.
This poison was rare even among Wu Chen's reserves. It was a particular type of toxin that would instinctively envelop living creatures with signs of life, and it possessed a potent toxicity capable of eroding away one's vital essence.
Peng Haibing prided himself on his profound cultivation and astonishing defenses. He tried to sweep the poisonous water away with a wave of powerful true qi, but to his surprise, the true qi melted away upon touching it like ice thawing and snow melting. It failed to block it in the slightest, and the poisonous water landed on him.
In that instant, Peng Haibing