Chapter 1456

It wasn't that the trickery of warfare was unfamiliar to Santos; rather, he had already upgraded his concoctions, making them more potent and domineering than those he had crafted three years prior.

Why wouldn't he be fully prepared when he personally decided to confront this youngster?

Santos was confident about this.

"Oh, let's give it a try then," Mirabella said, nodding and slowly rolling up her sleeves.

This place was indeed perfect, secluded enough that any noise wouldn't risk being overheard.

Seeing her actions and her seemingly unaffected demeanor, Santos's brow furrowed, though his expression was hidden behind the mask he wore.

After about ten seconds, seeing that the woman remained unmoved, Santos finally realized his concoction might have lost its effect on her.

With his thoughts rapidly shifting, Santos, fully aware of Mirabella's combat prowess, snapped his fingers in the air. In an instant, a dozen henchmen emerged from the shadows into Mirabella's view.

closed the distance to Mirabella, his palm charged with absolute power aiming for her shoulder, the force of the

ground, Mirabella merely curled her lips into a slight smirk. As Santos's palm descended, she effortlessly shifted her stance, her hand moving seemingly slowly

he seemed to have anticipated this, not showing concern but rather a strange

hand, previously hidden, moved; in the next instant, a silver needle from his

its tip stained with a droplet of blood, and as he did, his lips curled into

a triumphant expression: "The real

Mirabella's pupils contracted,

her face. The hand that had been grasping Santos's arm suddenly weakened, and the next moment, she

fall to the ground, Santos's eyes briefly flashed with disdain. All that bravado, and yet she

men

was bundled into

previous state of tranquility, as if nothing

**

on his watch. It had been

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