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 you? That Blood Shadow failed her mission.

mouthful of black blood and asked, “What kind of

knowing won’t make

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

“After I kill this old man, if

to Jasiel and asked, “What are you waiting for? I’m here to kill

bodyguards, almost everyone

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and rebuked. “No one is capable

cane transformed into a lethal

but she met his attack head–on. Each move aimed to kill him, with the goal

in a fierce battle,

the cabin, their shadows intertwined as Isabelle fought with full

cautious

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

quickly, and viciously, intending to end Isabella as

skills were on par with his and possibly even superior. He became hesitant and started

him no

disadvantage, struggling to fend off

the side.

echoed, “Old man, too many easy days have rusted

chop at

and

pain and attacked

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

if it were a game.

“Too slow.”

dislocated Jasiel’s

“Still too slow.”

kicked him, breaking his