687 Last Stand

"You gotta be fucking shitting me…" I cursed as I saw the new corpses moving forward.

If the first corpse I fought at stage five doesn't even come close to one of these guys's destructive powers.

Looking at the merchant's smug face, I couldn't help but feel that I was being played.

If other competitors were to face stuff like this, I'd be even more surprised that they could ever defeat them.

But, since I defeated the first corpse using poison, surely these guys will also suffer from it?

No, I'm not foolish enough to think that would ever happen. Especially when this guy was still smirking clearly expecting me to rely on the poison then see my face darkening as I realize that the poison wasn't going to work.

"Yo," I said to the merchant, my voice cold, and my expressions even colder.

"What? If looks could kill I'd be dead by now." The merchant grinned.

"Show me your wears," I said.