Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 180 Jasiel’s Doom

She thrust a blood–stained dagger into the table.

Jasiel stared at it intently, and he realised it was Josh’s dagger.

Jasiel, on the other hand, had no time to worry about the dagger’s owner. Jasiel fixed his snake–like

Isabelle.

He was replaying her moves in his mind.

Her fighting style was eerily similar to that of Blood Shadow.

eyes on

Flying Shadow leaned against the wall in agony, his left wrist pouring blood, exposing veins and even

bone.

Because of his intense movement, the poison in his system accelerated its effects, causing him to bleed from his orifices. Dark red blood smeared his face. The burning sensation in his chest was making him wish for death.

“You… what’s your connection to Blood Shadow?” Flying Shadow was in excruciating pain; he could barely see the girl’s face through the blood covering his eyes.

Isabelle released Mist Shadow, who was writhing in pain from the poison, letting him fall to the ground and squirm in pain.

“Blood Shadow? Are you referring to the assassin that Dark Shadow captured for his experiments and the one who perished in the Brookhaven Sea?” Your team leader?”

She corrected herself, “Oh, not taken. She willingly let them take her away.”

“What did you say?” Mist Shadow and Flying Shadow looked at Isabella in disbelief, then turned their gaze to Jasiel.

Jasiel wore a stern expression and remained seated. His sharp eyes tried to discern something from

Isabelle.

was

asked, “Surprised? What did your organisation tell

of black

die; knowing won’t make a

to bear the unbearable pain. He collapsed to the ground, reaching out

I kill this old man, if you’re still alive, we’ll talk.”

“What are you

this yacht, apart from those useless bodyguards, almost everyone else is dead. You’ve lived a

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Jasiel’s

snorted coldly and rebuked. “No one is capable of killing me. You think you

that, his cane transformed into a lethal weapon,

did not defend, but she met his attack head–on. Each move aimed to

fierce battle, their

shadows intertwined as Isabelle fought with full strength, her movements bold and aggressive.

appeared cautious

poison had started to take effect in his body. Although he only drank a small amount,

ruthlessly, quickly, and viciously, intending to end Isabella as soon as possible and return

he realised Isabella’s skills were on par with his and possibly even superior. He became hesitant and started looking for an opportunity to escape, planning to settle accounts with Isabelle

no such

a disadvantage, struggling to fend off Isabella’s attacks. His

the side.

“Old man, too many

Jasiel aimed a chop

she twisted and broke his wrist.

pain and

were eerily similar, but with superior skills, Isabella held an absolute advantage.

if it were a game.

“Too slow.”

Jasiel’s arm.

“Still too slow.”

him, breaking