The poison spread rapidly, coursing through his entire body in no time. This time, his body could not hold out. He fell straight to the ground, without even the strength to struggle.
He lay there stiffly, no different from a dead man.
His pupils slowly dilated, his breathing grew more and more rapid, and his eyes bulged little by little. His skin gradually shriveled and turned black. Before long, his whole body had shrunk into a dried corpse.
Xuan Zhe looked down at the ** on the ground, a smile curling his lips.
Xuan Zhe walked slowly up to Jiraiya and bent down.
"You do have some skill. I have to admit that. But you're far too stupid. So what if you won?"
Jiraiya had gone completely rigid and could not say a word.
Xuan Zhe reached out and gently stroked his cheek. Jiraiya's eyes slowly moved, his pupils contracting continuously. He could not muster any strength at all, and his consciousness was slipping away bit by bit. The feeling of being on the verge of death was agonizing.
"You know, you really are a lot like that girl. I don't expect her to forgive me, but I hope you can understand. Take good care of her for me from now on."
Jiraiya's eyes slowly closed, and he was finally released completely.
Xuan Zhe reached into his pocket and took out that **.
The instant the blade emerged, Xuan Zhe's eyes lit up-he saw his own face reflected in its surface.
He stared at the knife, a smile curling his lips.
"Jiraiya, your defeat wasn't undeserved. To tell you the truth, I've taken a fancy to that girl too. She's the most exciting woman I've ever seen in my life. That figure, that gaze, those hands holding a sword... Do