The Glorious Evolution Chapter 430: Pail of the Putrid.

As soon as the words escaped Fang’s lips, his muscles writhed briefly... whoosh! He disappeared in an instant.

In one moment, he lingered under the blood moon; the next, the space around him split open, rope strands under his feet tearing apart from the explosive power of his leap!

Poisonous mists burst outward in a circular blast, all that most spectators could catch.

Meanwhile, Levi’s Harmonic Spine barely tracked Fang’s boosted velocity... Levi spun on a dime, swinging the chained staff high to block. Yet Fang abruptly altered his path, driving his fearsome claws a half-beat further into Levi’s blind spot.

It seemed like he’d pinpointed the exact spot where Levi’s guard weakened for a mere heartbeat... That might’ve fooled someone else, but not this time.

Levi dodged the claw with freakish agility, eyeing it coldly as it whistled by his face... Then, he yanked the upper crown, unleashing the chains to drape over Fang’s outstretched arm.

Without pause, Levi dropped low for a leg sweep even as he hauled the chains to clamp the crown onto Fang’s limb.

A double-pronged counter, supposedly making him choose just one to block... But only on paper.

Fang’s combat savvy was top-tier... on pure instinct, he leaped a precise few feet over the rope, seizing Levi’s chains with his free hand.

With a icy snarl, he reeled Levi closer while gaping his lupine maw, fangs extended long enough to skewer Levi’s whole skull!

Yet Levi wasn’t some easy mark.

’Frequency Overdrive!’

Levi’s hold clenched as he surged a flood of supercharged frequencies along the chains... Fang’s limb started quaking at horrifying velocity, the waves piercing past hide and flesh to hammer his organs and mind!

Fang’s hulking body froze in place, jaws halted mere inches from Levi’s skull... his pulse faltered slightly as the harmonics battered his inner ears, scrambling brain signals!

For the briefest instant... the hunter stalled.

Levi seized the opening, cranking the power until the chains wailed... Next, he called forth the Soulleech Maw’s tongue to coil around Fang’s bulky arm!

Any ordinary foe would’ve crumpled right away, but Fang? The second the Soulleech Maw’s slimy tongue grazed his flesh, his primal survival kicked in.

Sovereign blood surged through his veins beneath the crimson moon, brutally steadying his scrambled nerves.

"GRAAAH!!"

Rather than back off or release the chains, Fang swallowed the agony with a bellow, then clamped down on the trembling links with ferocity.

Locking eyes with Fang’s malevolent red stare, Levi sensed an icy shiver race down his back... too late, though. With a savage lateral pull, Fang shattered Levi’s footing in mid-stride and slammed his shoulder into Levi’s torso!

The collision wrenched Levi from his weapon, fingers pried apart by the twisting force... yet Levi disregarded the staff, clutching his chest as he tumbled rearward amid the poison mists, mouth hanging open.

He gasped for breath, but none entered... that shoulder strike hit hard enough to expel all air from his lungs.

Without his fortified divine bones, his ribs would’ve caved in completely!

Regarding the Soulleech Maw’s tongue? It flicked irritably at Fang, displeased with his rough handling.

Capitalizing on the moment, Fang bayed at the heavens while conjuring a shower of crystalline, razor-sharp fangs under the Blood Moon’s enchanting light.

"Perish, vermin!"

He swept his arm down, unleashing the fang storm to pummel the Toxic Kingdom relentlessly, shattering the adhesive venom coating the ropes!

Levi quickly steadied himself and recalled the chained staff... then ignited Thunder Chant, weaving through the fang barrage, dodging some and parrying others. His drills amid Yanhuan’s spatial blade tempest honed his suppleness, rendering him dauntless before such an assault.

Despite the throbbing in his chest, his precision shone, letting him fling back a few fangs toward his foe.

Fang swatted them aside with his enormous palm; his face soured... He’d thought activating Blood Moon Sovereign Form meant instant victory.

’Lifeforce draining fast, yet no killing blow... not ideal with Master watching.’

True, this shift wasn’t as potent as Drayven’s Ancestral Manifestation from the Joker’s match... even so, it guzzled Lifeforce to sustain. Wielded by a pro like Fang, it ought to crush a punk.

But Levi remained upright... and notably, without tapping Aether Flames at all.

‘I seized his chains barehanded, yet he hasn’t deployed them yet... looks like he’s genuinely depleted and just bluffing to mislead me.’

Fang yearned to unleash everything in close quarters... but the terror of Aether Flames lingered deep in his thoughts.

That was precisely why he’d provoked Levi into deploying them initially. Instead, Levi opted for frequencies and suffered a brutal shoulder slam.

‘To hell with it... I’ve resolved to drain every last drop of this clone’s vitality to slay him.’

Decision made, Fang encased his claws in hardened dark blood, making them elongate and razor-keen... then he lunged at Levi in a crouching stance, like a savage beast stalking prey.

Yet suddenly... Fang decelerated upon seeing Levi draw forth a small, corroded black pail adorned with dim brown runes circling its edge.

The runes flickered briefly, instantly filling the vacant pail with a dense, wriggling muck that reeked of a sun-baked mass grave or flesh decayed in acidic bile over endless months.

The stench was utterly repulsive... so overwhelming that Fang’s keen nostrils scorched on contact, compelling him to freeze and reassess his approach.

"Why in the world did you haul out such a repulsive relic?" Fang demanded, face twisted in disgust; his nostrils clamped tight.

The audience shared the bewilderment... the clash was escalating fiercely when Levi unveiled this foulest-odored item amid the fray.

Gamemaster Envy stood equally stunned as he instantly recognized the relic’s identity and its actual purpose.

"Pail of the Putrid... a Grade B artifact capable of tainting any fluid or material dumped in it into the most nauseating taste imaginable for whoever ingests it." He scowled intensely while informing the crowd, "It serves as a tool for torment, not combat..."

The onlookers grew even more perplexed upon hearing that... luckily, Levi swiftly dispelled their curiosity.

"You’re about to find out."

A chilling grin spread across Levi’s face as he plunged the Soulleech Maw’s tongue into the pail... the profane display churned the guts of the Bishops, Fang, Gamemaster, and all the watching elites.

This notion haunted their minds, evoking a profound sacrilege akin to compelling a majestic sovereign to bow before mangy alley mutts.

Meanwhile, the Soulleech Maw remained utterly indifferent... it submerged its elongated tongue into the sludge, splashing and guzzling with glee, twisting joyfully like a pup frolicking in a cesspool.

Before Fang could erupt in fury over this outrageous desecration, Levi murmured softly, "Palate Parasitic Takeover... activate."