My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 547

Though the cow’s thick hide was formidable, Sparrow had managed to make a shallow but precise cut.

"Its hide is ridiculously tough!" Sparrow muttered in frustration, repeatedly striking the same spot with his dagger.

Each blow chipped away at the cow’s defenses as he focused on wearing it down to deliver a fatal stab to its stomach.

Mooo!

The cow let out a desperate, guttural bellow, the sound tapering off like the cry of a creature on the brink of death.

Vulture, sensing its weakening strength, seized the moment.

With a surge of power, he gripped the fiery horns tighter, his muscles straining as he channeled every ounce of his strength.

Twisting his waist in a smooth sidestep, he hoisted the massive beast into the air and, with a roar of effort, slammed it onto the ground behind him in a bone-shaking crash.

The cow’s body bounced slightly upon impact, skidding across the pavement.

Thud!

With a loud thud, the cow collapsed, its body going limp on the ground, unmoving.

Both Vulture and Sparrow exchanged skeptical looks, surprise flickering across their faces.

Sparrow stepped forward cautiously, examining the mutated cow.

Its tongue hung out, slack and lifeless, while foam bubbled from its mouth.

Blood trickled from its eyes, nose, and ears, creating a grotesque sight. The symptoms pointed to one grim conclusion—it had been poisoned.

Vulture and Sparrow exchanged a tense glance, and Vulture spoke first. "It wasn’t me."

Sparrow opened his mouth to echo the same, but before he could speak, both of them noticed a drop of black liquid with a faint greenish hue dripping from the dagger still clutched in Sparrow’s hand.

Vulture quickly jumped back, his eyes wide as he watched the liquid hit the pavement, sizzling upon contact.

He glanced back at Sparrow, his expression one of confusion and silent questioning.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, both unsure of what they had just witnessed.

From a distance, those watching the scene were left to assume the outcome.

They had seen Vulture slam the cow into the ground with incredible force, and when it stopped moving, they assumed the impact had killed it.

After all, with Vulture’s strength, it wasn’t far-fetched to think the cow’s internal organs had been fatally damaged from the blow.

"W-What is that dagger? Where did you get it?" Vulture asked, his voice tinged with unease as he instinctively took a cautious step back, reluctant to get too close to the mysterious blade.

"I... The Young Madam gave me this dagger before we left," Sparrow replied, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and awe.

He cautiously inspected the dagger, careful not to touch the blade, his leather gloves providing some protection.

As he studied it, he noticed that the black liquid had stopped oozing from the blade.

Instead, the dagger gleamed with an eerie, unnatural sheen, almost as if it were alive.

As if recalling something important, Sparrow added, "The Young Madam called it the Shakan Poison Dagger."

Vulture nodded grimly, his gaze fixed on the lifeless mutated cow.

"Well, the name of the dagger was very self-explanatory. That dagger must be coated with a poison so potent that even a small cut was enough to seep into the cow’s body and take it down. No wonder it died so quickly." He placed his hands on his hips, still staring at the dead animal, the implications of the poison settling in.