CHAPTER 78: CHAPTER 77 NINE DRAGON POWER POTION

"Trenbolone, Trenbolone Acetate, Methenolone, Oxymetholone, Anadrol...

These newly modified potions are meant to be taken in a course of nine doses, capable of swiftly elevating an ordinary person’s physique to the level of a regular gym-goer, making them better suited for the development of spiritual tattoos.

And most importantly, the Nine Dragon Power Potion has a mild nature, unlike inferior spiritual energy potions that damage the body, only causing some negligible negative effects by comparison."

Upon hearing Lu Yan’s explanation, Shaq narrowed his eyes slightly and reached out to pick up a syringe, carefully examining its contents.

Quentin, standing nearby, discreetly swallowed his saliva.

Despite Shaq’s seemingly good attitude towards him, it was actually because Shaq had a dependency on his compiler knowledge that led him to behave this way.

To become the boss of the Life and Death Arena, there’s no way Shaq would be easy to deal with.

If the potion Lu Yan presented truly had these effects, it’d be fine, but if it failed to deliver as promised, Shaq would undoubtedly turn hostile.

After inspecting the potion without noticing anything unusual, Shaq glanced coldly at the person beside him and spoke in a chilling voice:

"Bring someone over."

A hulking subordinate, resembling a bull, stepped out of the box and returned moments later, dragging a person along.

Lu Yan was a bit surprised, the person in front of him was somewhat of a familiar face, none other than the Hormone Green Demon Fiend who had just won a match on the arena.

At present, the Hormone Green Demon Fiend’s body had shrunk significantly compared to when he was on the arena; the effects of the inferior spiritual energy potion had waned, leaving only the violent spiritual energy constantly eroding his body.

He curled up into a ball, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his body trembling relentlessly, seemingly on the brink of death.

Yet the others around appeared accustomed to the sight, as Shaq pointed to the Hormone Green Demon Fiend and said:

"He just injected forty-three doses of inferior spiritual energy injection, which ordinarily should be within his threshold of resistance.

However, having undergone several life-and-death battles in the past month, his body hasn’t fully recovered yet; the burden from forty-three doses of inferior spiritual energy injection has almost led to a genetic collapse.

Todays’ claim that your potion is mild and can enhance the physique, why not inject a few doses and give it a try?"

Quentin’s eyes widened at once, glaring at Shaq as he said gravely:

"Boss Shaq, this is quite underhanded, don’t you think?

The Hormone Green Demon Fiend’s body is already close to collapsing. It’s barely maintaining vital signs, and even if the injection’s effect is mild, it surely contains spiritual energy. Just a bit is enough to break his body’s precarious balance.

Isn’t testing the potion’s effect a deliberate attempt to trouble us?"

Shaq casually tossed the potion onto the table, sneering as he said:

"Faking the safe and syringe refurbishment? That’s a trick I played twenty years ago while scavenging in the ruins.

Trying to fool me with these things, to inflate this so-called Nine Dragon Power, is underestimating me.

Now either take your potion and leave, or test it on him; if it succeeds, I’ll agree to your deal, but if it fails, you know the consequences."

Quentin’s face changed drastically, shocked that Shaq had noticed the clue from the safe and syringe, causing his heart to sink.

Just as Quentin’s mind was unsettled, Lu Yan, sitting on the sofa, showed no emotion as he gestured and said:

"Go ahead and inject him."

"Remember, all nine potions must be injected into his body to fully unleash the effects."

As the creator of the Nine Dragon Power, Lu Yan knew very well that the potion contained not spiritual energy but Spirit Stone powder, encompassing gentle Spiritual Qi that wouldn’t cause genetic collapse.

On the contrary, the gentle Spiritual Qi could enhance the body while also soothing the rampant industrial spiritual energy, stabilizing the Hormone Green Demon Fiend’s current condition.

Quentin hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and rose to pick up the syringe from the safe.

Picking up the spiral injector, Quentin then jabbed it into the Hormone Green Demon Fiend’s purple skin, injecting the liquid into his body.

As the liquid was injected, Quentin could clearly see the muscles beneath the skin squirming wildly like centipedes.

As Shaq watched the scene, he wore a hint of a sneer, and behind him, several subordinates stared at Lu Yan and Quentin with predatory eyes, seemingly ready to act at any moment.

Quentin’s heart trembled at the sight, but he still picked up the second syringe and began injecting.

The third, fourth... until the ninth syringe was completely injected, the box fell silent.

Clearly, after the first injection, the Hormone Green Demon Fiend displayed a strong reaction, but after the full Nine Dragon Power injection, instead of collapsing entirely, signs of recovery began to appear.

The unhealthy purple skin slowly faded away, revealing the original Blue Elf spiritual tattoos, while the trembling body gradually regained calm, and even the blood ceased to flow from the nose and mouth.

Three minutes later, the Hormone Green Demon Fiend woke up from unconsciousness, looking dazedly at the surrounding environment.

"Isn’t this the corpse factory? I’m not dead?"

"Great!!!"

Shaq clapped his hands with excitement looking again at the remaining syringes in the safe, his eyes now filled with greed.

The effects demonstrated by the Nine Dragon Power syringes surpassed even Lu Yan’s introduction.

Mild in nature, enhancing the body, and even capable of suppressing the rampant industrial spiritual energy — such effects were unheard of for Shaq.

If this Nine Dragon Power potion could be paired with inferior spiritual energy potions, it could minimize the harm of the inferior spiritual energy potions.

If this type of potion could be mass-produced, it might even help physically strong gladiators complete basic spiritual transformations and become genuine spiritual ability users.

This would not be the lucky few among gladiators who accidentally completed spiritual transformations nor the costly spiritual transformation surgeries, but mass-produced, low-cost spiritual ability users.

More importantly, these low-cost spiritual ability users wouldn’t need conventional spiritual energy supply and could exploit their industrial spiritual energy to dodge a huge spiritual energy tax.

These tax-evading spiritual ability users would be controlled by Shaq, becoming his most formidable support, ready to sweep through the Thirty-Third Cave.

"Purchasing potion? How can it compare to having the formula in your own hands for peace of mind?"

Greedy eyes gradually turned into madness as Shaq slowly rose from the sofa.

Spiritual ability codes flickered under the steel skin, and his body slowly expanded as if inflating, revealing a metallic toothy grin:

"One million credits for the formula! After you get the money, you must leave Lower City District and never return!"

As the words fell, Shaq’s dozen subordinates stepped forward, with spiritual tattoos twinkling on their bodies — all of them, like Quentin, had completed preliminary spiritual transformations, only a step away from becoming true spiritual ability users.

Lu Yan maintained his calm, his eyes scanning those present indifferently, tilting his head slightly and asked:

"Should I consider it as a threat?"

Shaq grinned maliciously: "Of course... Boom!"

Just as he spoke, everyone in the box felt a heavy pressure, as immense magical power descended upon them without reservation.

Bones shattered, legs broke, bodies slammed onto the ground, creating audible collision sounds on the steel-casted floor.

Shaq bore the brunt of the most terrifying pressure at the front, forced into a bowing position on the ground, unable to resist the heavy pressure of magical power despite his entire body urging spiritual ability codes to full capacity.

Under this boundless pressure, Lu Yan stood up from the sofa leisurely, walked to Shaq’s prone body.

Lifting his right foot, he casually stepped on the shiny steel skull.

Boom!

Accompanied by a violent collision, the metal twisted, emitting piercing screeches, and the skull was forcibly embedded into the steel floor.

Soon after, Lu Yan’s calm voice sounded again.

"I don’t like your attitude."