The first two sword strikes hadn't wounded Hugo. He'd applied a Potion to his injuries right away. Although it hadn't restored his sight, his other senses remained intact, so even with Xu Huo moving around him at top speed, it was difficult to leave a wound on him.
Xu Huo had also noticed something else: as he shrank the space, Hugo stopped releasing viruses. He'd also put on a full Protective Suit, completely unlike when he'd used bacteria earlier.
"Two forms?" To be safe, Xu Huo pulled back a little. He not only put on a Protective Suit, but also wore Oxygen Supply over it. At the same time, he brought more Monsters to this floor. After repeatedly wearing down Hugo's Abilities and artifacts, Xu Huo gradually figured out some of their patterns.
First, Hugo could turn small objects into weapons. Though he used this Ability frequently, it wasn't without limits: each use had to be at least thirty seconds apart. Moreover, whenever he used this move, he invariably held a scalpel in his hand. It was possible that this was a combination of an Ability and an artifact.
Second, there was the transmission of disease. As Bai Kou had said, he could release bacteria through his hands. The bacteria upstairs had generally contaminated only a small area around whatever they touched, and Hugo himself was probably immune.
But the bacteria he'd released to save himself just now had multiplied extremely quickly. The closest comparison was water poured onto the ground and spreading out. After releasing this virus, his palm had turned black, and he'd put on a Protective Suit as well.
The artifact sewn beneath his wrist, which could turn metal into dust, had no obvious limitations. He could use it continuously and freely control the size of the