Roaring

"Let me show you the difference between us!" the fire cultivator said as he dashed forward in the air aiming to once again grab me by the neck.

I allowed him this time.

The moment his hand latched onto my neck, he grinned, "All of that talk and you still were caught oh so easily," he said.

"Who said I tried to dodge in the first place," I smiled.

Just then, he realized that he couldn't feel his hand.

I am poison.

The most devastating, most excruciating, wildest, and rare of poisons seeped into the palms of his hands and were traveling through them.

Once again, with a clear mind and perfect judgment he sliced away at his arm before the poison could spread even further.

I grabbed the hanging arm and said, "Well, that's the second arm you lost today, I wonder how many times can you regenerate."

With that I dropped his arm down, and it turned to dust before it touched the ground from the potency of the poisons.