Volume Five Chapter 217 Under the Power of Grade A Potion
Volume 5 Chapter 217 The Power of Grade A Potions (Part 2)
Ling Jie was still two meters away when he felt a gust of cool wind blowing directly at the door, stinging his face. "This guy, it's not just a blow, he's even more powerful than the average Qianlong member."
Ling Jie roughly estimated that the big man was still four meters away from him at the moment. The big man was rushing forward very fast, and the iron chain locking his pipa bone could only be extended to six meters at most. Ling Jie's position was dangerous.
Completely within the attack range of mutants.
"Ah... I'm going to eat you, don't run, stand still, don't run..." The big man completely fell into madness, his head had turned into a bloody tiger's head, and he kept roaring.
As soon as he roared, Ling Jie felt that the ground was shaking, and the soles of his feet were shaking. He couldn't help but become cautious, "I originally planned to use my body to resist his blow, but now it seems that it seems a bit dangerous... use my hands to resist
Give it a try and see how strong he is."
Having made up his mind, Ling Jie no longer hesitated, slowly raised his right hand, folded his five fingers into a palm, slowly pushed it out, and violently resisted the mutant's charging head.
"Peng!"
The violent explosion stirred up a burst of smoke and dust on the ground. Xiao Chen felt that he was pushed away by a strong air current. His body suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. Yang Fan was obviously a master. His body only swayed but did not fall.
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After the loud noise, the mutant stopped without any sound, as if he had hit an iron wall, without any reaction, and stood there motionless, with the top of his head pressed against Ling Jie's right palm, shaking like a sculpture. Ling Jie stood steadily.
He stood motionless, his face turned pale in waves, and there were some cracks on the cement floor under his feet. He looked carefully at the mutant under his palm...
"Xiao Chen, are you okay?" Yang Fan helped Xiao Chen up and asked with concern. Unfortunately, Xiao Chen's face was scratched in large areas, and the entire right side of his face was scratched, and there was blood drop by drop.
The blood seeped out from his face, and the tiny blood droplets condensed into a large amount of blood, and then fell to the ground along his cheeks.
"Thank you, Mr. Yang. I'm fine. I just scratched my skin a little bit." Xiao Chen stood up and softly cried out in pain, but his eyes were looking in Ling Jie's direction without blinking, but he looked for a long time without thinking.
Not seeing any movement from the two of them, I couldn't help but wonder, "Mr. Yang, he, what happened to them? They are both dead."
Yang Fan saw the clues. He smiled lightly and said, "Oh, what time is it? Hurry up and treat the wound. Wait until the wound is healed. If there is anything more important than your body, go quickly."
Yang Fan said reproachfully, but Xiao Chen refused, "It's really not a problem for me. You let me go to the bathroom after reading it. Besides, this is my job."
Yang Fan said, "The mutant is dead, but Ling Jie is intact."
Half of Xiao Chen's face was dyed red, but after hearing these words, the blood on half of his face seemed to have stopped, and bursts of white appeared. It took him a while to recover, "This, this, this is impossible, mutation
Although people in the future can only exert about 20% of the power of an A-level potion, it is still enough to kill an adult tiger with one palm. Ling Jie can kill... the impossible..."
Xiao Chen didn't know much about Ling Jie's background, so he inevitably spoke a little arrogantly.
"Giggle..."
The mutant's head slowly moved downwards, moving downwards against Ling Jie's palm, and finally completely separated from Ling Jie's palm, revealing a bloody mess on top of his head, with even his brains bursting out. It was shocking. He lost his balance.
, leaning forward and falling to the ground, with a bang, falling to the ground like a piece of wood...
Ling Jie slowly withdrew his hand, wiped the blood off the mutant's clothes, and then stood up, "A-level potion can make an ordinary person burst out with such power. It's terrible."
Xiao Chen stopped talking. He couldn't believe that Ling Jie's seemingly casual slap actually killed the mutant, and he killed the mutant directly with a head-on collision.
Yang Fan patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Chen, go down and bandage the wound. Call Xiao Zhang up."
Xiao Chen also felt the pain in the wound was severe, so he covered his face and went down.
Yang Fan stepped forward and looked at Ling Jie with admiration, "The A-level potion he took was not successful. At most, it could only exert about two-tenths of its power. If it were fully exerted, do you think you can resist it?"
Yang Fan's expression was serious. Ling Jie knew that there must be a reason for him to ask this, and he couldn't hide too much. He just said, "I can barely resist."
Ling Jie had estimated in his mind that even if the mutant was five times more powerful, he would only need about 30% of his strength to completely resist. The reason why Ling Jie said he could barely resist was entirely for his own sake.
Yang Fan was overjoyed, "It seems that there is no problem for you to try A-level potions. It would be too wasteful for you to use A-level potions. I suggest you try A+ level SP potions. What do you think?"
Ling Jie was silent. "When Yang Fan spoke, his eyes moved. My intuition told me that he was lying. Is it true that a tiger-headed human mutant can only exert 20% of the potency of an A-level potion? If he only
Give it 10%, 5%, or even 1%... In this case, let alone using A+ potions, I can't even withstand the power of A-level potions. Furthermore, A-level potions and
How big is the difference in efficacy between A+ grade potions? If the difference is tens of thousands of times, even if the tiger-headed human mutant really only exerts 20% of the potency, then I will use A+ grade potions, and the same is true
It's like courting death...'
Things have come to a head, and Ling Jie has to be cautious. The only one who can help him now is himself.
Ling Jie stretched again and said lazily and casually, "I think the A+ grade potion is a bit too biased. Just try the S-grade potion on me."
Ling Jie paid careful attention to Yang Fan's every move. He wanted to ask Yang Fan directly about his doubts, but he expected that Yang Fan would not tell the truth. It would be better to say something unexpected to him and judge the truth from his expression.
Fake……
Sure enough, Yang Fan got excited and said, "This can't work. There is a thousands of times difference in efficacy between A+ and S-class..."
Only then did Yang Fan realize that he had leaked the secret, and quickly changed his words, "The efficacy of the two levels is very different. If the efficacy is too powerful, you will not be able to bear it."
"Judging from what Yang Fan said, the difference between A+ and S-levels is thousands of times, so there should be nearly a thousand-fold difference in efficacy between A-level and A+-level. In biology, the more complex things are, the greater the difference.
The bigger it is. It should look like this. Yang Fan asked me to try an A+ grade potion, obviously knowing that I can barely bear it. After applying the potion, I will not die, but I will lose consciousness and turn into the tiger-headed human mutant just now."
Ling Jie was silently surprised. He finally understood why so many people here had lost consciousness. "When Yang Fan brought in prisoners on death row for experiments, he must not let them out alive. So the potion he gave to prisoners on death row must be better than those on death row prisoners."
The tolerance range...I am the same...he will not let me continue to live consciously..."
Thinking of this, Ling Jie suddenly felt a little chilled.