"What?" was the only word that Kopra could muster.
His members behind him were coughing as if there was something in their throat. This was exactly the same as what happened to the woman-chef.
The goth-man was trying his hardest to remain calm and suppress his cough, the man with many eyes was trying to vomit in an attempt to get rid of the poison, and the barbaric woman was swung her mallet in the air.
But there was one thing in common with all of them, they all felt like they were losing control of their own body. They felt like their brain was operating under mud, like they couldn't think properly.
"This is impossible!" Kopra exclaimed.
"Of course it is. Breathing it in is not the only way for the poison to enter your body. Just by the fact that they were standing in this room meant that they were already poisoned. The poison seeps into the tiny crevices in your skin."
If you were able to see an enhanced version of your skin, you would see holes and crevices. And this was where the poison would sneak in. This was because the Joy powder was made so fine that each individual particle was small enough to pass through the skin.
"This means no matter what you do, all of you will die." Caesar's ominous words sent a chill in Kopra's back. Is this where their dynasty would end?
"Not if you give me the antidote. Tell me, where is it?" Kopra insisted.
Caesar smiled and shook his head, as if he was disappointed with Kopra. "Do you really not get it? There is no antidote."
"Bullshit. Tell me where it is."
"There is no antidote."
Kopra could not believe that Caesar had no antidote. If he really planned everything in this scenario, he would have definitely prepared an antidote for himself.
Kopra was sure of it. Caesar had an antidote either it was in his body or he already consumed it. Or else why would Caesar be acting fine while he was breathing in the same poison that killed his subordinate?
"Then how could you survive?"
Caesar smiled…and coughed.
The realization hit Kopra. Caesar really had no antidote for the poison. Even though Caesar himself would be poisoned as well, there was no antidote to save him.
"You…you're crazy! Why would you not create an antidote?"
"I knew you would pressure me. And I didn't want to take the chance that you would be able to get it."
Caesar was saying half the truth. One of the reasons why he didn't have an antidote for the poisons was because he didn't have the time to create one.
He was not planning to confront Boban and the Capo gang today. He had always planned to challenge Boban and the Capo gang after he was done with all the preparations.
However, things changed and Caesar was forced to accelerate his plans. He was confident that he could win because he had already created this poison a while ago.
"This is what you get for disrespecting my product," Caesar threatened.
Kopra took a step back and looked at Caesar. He looked at Caesar as if he was crazy. This kid was serious–he was willing to put himself in lethal danger just to kill his enemies that just disrespected his product.
This was beyond crazy, it was insane. And from Kopra's eyes, Caesar became even more dangerous. He could fight strong people, he could outsmart intelligent people, but he could never win against crazy people.
Caesar's dedication and willingness to risk his own life, no, to bet his own life just to win was something that not a lot of people could do.
Some people could say that they were willing to risk their life, but it was another thing to actually do it. The same people would quickly fold once things got too serious and too dangerous.
Remember that fact about not dying from holding one's breath? There was an exception–Caesar.
Only crazy people such as Caesar could have that sort of crazy mindset and disregard for one's own safety that would put him over the edge of anyone afraid for his own life.
Kopra was such a person. He was afraid of death. He had done too much for such a long time just to consolidate his power in this dangerous industry to risk his life.
He would not be able to risk his life because he had a lot of responsibilities, a lot of ambition, and a lot of plans for the future that he would not be able to leave behind. He had too many regrets.
That was the main difference why Caesar won. Just by the fact that every Miracled from the Capo gang was dying, was enough to declare this a win for Caesar.
If you were to ask someone, who would win in a fight: six experienced Miracled who had gone through tragedy and tempering, or a teen who did not even have a shred of power.
Everyone you asked would bet on the six Miracled. This was because the odds of the teen winning was slim to none, impossible even.
But Caesar did it. He was able to defeat six Miracled without direct confrontation. He did the impossible.
"This means we'll die either way," Kopra solemnly said. But soon, his sad face turned into something sinister and serious. "That doesn't mean I can't kill you before the poison."
Kopra roared and opened his wide jaws to take a bite out of Caesar. The force of the jaw and the sharpness of its tooth was terrifyingly fast, leaving no margin of error for Caesar.
But with just a swift jump from Caesar, he was able to escape from the T-rex's jaws with such a small margin. Caesar was lucky that only his clothes were ripped apart as he jumped away from the bite.
While Caesar was in the air, he suddenly felt a wave of air coming towards him. He looked to the side and saw the flat side of a 1 tonne mallet coming towards his face.
With no way to dodge in the air, Caesar braced his whole body for impact.
DUGHHH
Caesar's body received the full impact of the mallet. This time, it truly was aimed to kill. But strangely, Caesar's body was still intact after being hit with such force.
The only way to survive such a hit head-on was to position yourself correctly so that your muscles are completely protecting every critical part of his body.
Such a thing could only be done by professionals, people who trained their whole lives to protect their body in the most effective way.
But Caesar was able to do that without so much as short practice. He only knew the theoretical part of the technique, and he was able to fully transfer that to a practical one.
If Kopra and the others learned about this, they would probably drop dead from the unfairness.
But Caesar did not come out of the impact unscathed. A few of the bones in his limbs were broken at the cost of protecting his organs. The injury hurt as much as getting your arm severed off, but Caesar continued to look on with a cold expression.
Caesar tumbled through the air and landed on the wall, feet first. He wanted to use this as a platform to jump away into safety. But before he could, a black substance caught his legs.
A shadow from the ground slithered its way to Caesar's calves and gripped him tight. Caesar tried to kick it off, but it stuck to him like mud.
From the side, the darkness of the room suddenly turned into a humanoid figure as the goth-man lunged towards Caesar. With limited mobility, Caesar had no chance of escape.
But he didn't need to. Caesar received the goth-man's attack with a punch of his own. His physical strength was much stronger than the goth-man.
But as soon as his punch hit, the goth-man's body turned into a gas-like shadow. Then, as soon as Caesar's punch missed, the goth-man turned corporeal and attacked Caesar again.
Caesar used his fast attacks to land a hit on the back of the goth-man, but an eye suddenly appeared in the back of the goth-man's head. It blinked at him.
"To the right," the man with many eyes said.
And with that warning, the goth-man was able to time his shadow-ification to dodge Caesar's attacks.
The two of them exchanged blows, with Caesar dodging the goth-man's attacks, while the goth-man and the eye-man worked together to avoid Caesar's attacks.
This continued on until Caesar said, "I'm getting tired of this. Let there be light."
And so Caesar jumped away from the shadows' grasps as soon as the goth-man turned himself into a shadow. Caesar quickly reached the only part of the room still with an electrical light intact.
The goth-man saw this and did not approach. Caesar clearly knew that the light was his weakness. As to how he knew, the goth-man did not know.
"Just die already, Caesar! Do you really think that we'll let you live just because we want your recipe? I'll personally make sure that your Joy will never see the light of day!" Boban shouted, hard of breath.
Boban was clearly in worse shape than anybody. But he still wanted to kill Caesar even if he didn't get to torture him.
Caesar looked at Boban and cracked his knuckles. He looked annoyed, more so after Boban dissed his product.
"Let's stop this, Boban. I already won."
"What do you mean?"
"It means I already got what I wanted. I killed the all Miracled of the Capo gang, and I got all your money and treasures."