Zilbor stood frozen, his mind reeling as he struggled to grasp the reality of what had just happened. His most potent weapon, the poison that had felled countless opponents, had failed miserably against Lucy. His thoughts raced, trying to piece together what could have gone wrong.
"How... how can my poison not work on you?" he stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief, eyes wide and desperate.
He took a step back, his grip on his sword tightening as if it were a lifeline. "I've injected you with enough poison to take down a four-star warrior!"
Lucy's smirk widened, her confidence unwavering. She looked at him with a mix of amusement and cold disdain, her eyes gleaming like a predator toying with its prey.
"It seems I'm just too strong for your poison to have any effect," she replied, her voice calm and almost mocking. The arrogance in her tone was unmistakable, as if she found his desperation amusing.
