Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian)

"Take me on together. I'm intrigued to see how capable you are!" Sebastian goaded arrogantly.

He had no fear despite the dire situation he was in right now. Even if he couldn't defeat them, he wouldn't let them stop him from escaping.

Fin flashed a suggestive smirk. "O Supreme One, don't you feel a bit dizzy?"

Sebastian's expression shifted. He was indeed feeling quite lightheaded, yet he didn't give it much heed. Realization began to settle in now as the puzzle pieces clicked into place. "When did you poison me?"

"Give it a guess." Fin smirked.

Sebastian quickly recalled what happened earlier, and a few things became jarringly obvious to him.

"The wildflowers and candlesticks. Oh yeah, and the tea, too."

Those three things weren't poisonous on their own. Even combining two of them wouldn't cause any harm. However, they were fatal once all three were combined.

He'd been careful, but he still fell into their trap.

and martial arts. You're remarkable indeed, having figured

my skills, don't you find it absurd to poison me?" Sebastian sneered. He was actually trying to

him. "Of course I wouldn't use an ordinary

blend, and Puteo tea are completely fine when they're used

your organs first. Gases will begin to accumulate in your body, and finally, 'boom!' Your body explodes. It's

Sebastian said scornfully. He suddenly swerved around and decked one of the women. Holly Cooper was shocked. She immediately retaliated with her

blow midair toward Sebastian. A terrifying wave of energy gushed out from his palm, eager to destroy everything in its

he launched his attack. Attacking Holly was merely a feint. He suddenly dodged to the side, and the wave of

Holly was thrown backward. She spat a mouthful of blood midair and died before her body collapsed

Fin and Yanny

rage. He couldn't believe he'd just

Sebastian in the blink of

tilted his head to the side, dodging his attack. He swung his foot at Fin's stomach

strike. She would strike Sebastian occasionally with her sword, making