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Chapter 652: Fatal Gunshot
"Arrogant brat!"
King Cobra cursed. Facing the relentless duo, his already dwindling patience was almost completely exhausted. He desperately wanted to know what was wrong with his connection to Set God.
Moreover, he was outnumbered and outgunned. The longer this situation dragged on, the more disadvantageous it became for him. If he couldn't re-establish contact with Set God, his power would only weaken further, and he might not even be able to maintain his Transformation.
He couldn't wait any longer. Taking advantage of the fact that there were only two... "Bang!" A gunshot interrupted King Cobra's thoughts. A pink shadow, dragging a long tail, cut through the air toward him. The target was precisely the Seven-Headed Snake Scepter he had coiled his tail around.
"Tch!" King Cobra clicked his tongue in annoyance. Helplessly, the Thing in front of him was keeping his hands occupied, leaving him unable to spare them. In desperation, he could only completely wrap the Snake Staff with his tail.
In doing so, although he protected the safety of the Snake Staff, he also cut off the use of the Snake Staff and lost his tail as a weapon. However, as long as he could protect the Snake Staff, it was all worth it. After all, his ability came from the Snake Staff. Without the Snake Staff, he was nothing.
"Clang!" The bullet made of mental energy struck the viper's tail. The energy exploded outwards under the pressure, but only left a small trace on the emerald green scales.
"Damn it!" Quentin's curse burst out. The armament he projected with telepathy could not be judged by the standards of conventional weapons. The power of the bullet depended entirely on how much energy he consumed when condensing the bullet.
Quentin reacted so strongly because that bullet just now had consumed a significant amount of energy to condense, yet it only left a shallow trace on the opponent's scale. This was indeed somewhat disheartening to one's confidence.
'Too bad mental impact is useless against him.' Quentin clicked his tongue in annoyance. From beginning to end, King Cobra had not shown any mental abilities. The reason the opponent could block his telepathy was probably all thanks to that strange staff.
Taking a deep breath to ease his anxious mood, Quentin calculated how much energy it would take to penetrate King Cobra's defense based on that just now.
It would take at least all of his remaining energy. He had exerted a lot of strength during the battle with Rock Python, and had fired several potshots just now. If he used all of his remaining energy, Quentin would likely pass out directly.
With teammates by his side, Quentin at least didn't have to worry about safety issues. But this meant Quentin only had one opportunity. Regardless of success or failure, he would lose his ability to battle.
"Then let's do it." Quentin licked his dry lips, ignoring the waves of throbbing pain coming from his brain. That was a sign of excessive use of mental energy, but this pain also stirred up Quentin's crazy side.
'Give me an opportunity!' He transmitted his idea to Ben and Johnny in the battlefield. This was the benefit of a telepath. Without needing many words, he could make his meaning understood.
The sudden appearance of an idea in his mind that didn't belong to him made Johnny, who was performing Cobra Maneuvers in the air, stiffen for a moment. But he immediately realized it was the ability of that cool pink-haired kid.
"Want some team cooperation?" Johnny, covered in flame, revealed a mouthful of white teeth. "I love team cooperation the most!"
Shouting wildly, Johnny flew up and down in the air, dragging a long tail of flame, circling around King Cobra and Ben in the center. Of course, his flame attack never stopped from beginning to end.
'This big mouth.' Ben, a.k.a. the Thing, in the center of the battlefield also understood Quentin's idea. That's why he complained about Johnny in his heart. If the enemy discovered their plan, it would be bad.
Fortunately, King Cobra didn't seem to be thinking in that direction. Because the one being plotted against was also silently calculating some plan in his mind.
'Let's begin.' Ben silently shouted 'Start' in his heart, and then began to increase the power in his body. He could feel his strength gradually increasing with the battle, almost strengthening every second.
Ben estimated that his current strength was at least absolutely crushing his strength from a day ago. This unreasonable enhancement made Ben think for a moment that maybe becoming a Stone Man wasn't such a bad thing. Of course, he only thought that for a moment.
The Thing pressed down like a mountain. King Cobra, whose power was gradually weakening, immediately felt immense pressure. He knew he couldn't hold on any longer and had to execute his plan. First, he needed to lure the opponent into a trap.
King Cobra's hands were slightly deformed by the Thing's pinch. This unreasonable squeeze made him grit his teeth in pain. His snake tongue flicked out restlessly, and the tail behind him also swayed restlessly from side to side.
Muscles in motion are flexible, and their strength is definitely not as good as stationary muscles. This meant his defense strength had decreased, and it also meant Quentin's plan could enter the next step.
"Woohoo!" Johnny, flying into mid-air, spotted an opportunity. Diving down, he began to rotate at an extremely high speed. Gradually, his speed became completely untraceable to the naked eye.
Flying Johnny gradually caught up with his own tail flame. Relying on his speed, he formed a fire circle in the air. Slowly, the fire circle began to thicken, eventually turning into a constantly rotating fire tornado.
The scorching air made King Cobra feel discomfort and unease. Having transformed into a snake-like creature, he couldn't adapt well to drastic changes in temperature. This kind of change was very likely to gradually kill him.
He wanted to escape, but the Thing opposite him had no intention of letting him go. Those hands made of stone gripped him firmly like hydraulic pliers.
"You look very hot." The Thing revealed a simple smile. "It's a pity that after I turned into this, I've become dull to many things. Otherwise, I could empathize with you."
"You idiot." King Cobra cursed loudly. "The burning of flame requires oxygen. If we stay in the center of this fire circle, we'll eventually run out of air to breathe, and we'll both suffocate and die!"
"That's exactly what I was going to say next." Ben winked playfully. "My need for oxygen has also decreased. I estimate I should be able to live a little longer than you."
"Damn it!" Whether disgusted by Ben's flirtatious wink or worried about his own life, King Cobra immediately struggled violently. Even the tail wrapping the Snake Staff increased its shaking force, even revealing a tiny crack.
'It's time!' This thought of Ben's had just appeared in his heart when Johnny, circling around, learned of it. He immediately drilled out of the fire circle, and while the flame was still burning fiercely, he used flame to mark a target on the fire tornado.
Behind that target made of flame was King Cobra's tail, which was gradually loosening due to lack of oxygen. "Bang!"
(End of Chapter)
"Arrogant brat!"
King Cobra cursed. Facing the relentless duo, his already dwindling patience was almost completely exhausted. He desperately wanted to know what was wrong with his connection to Set God.
Moreover, he was outnumbered and outgunned. The longer this situation dragged on, the more disadvantageous it became for him. If he couldn't re-establish contact with Set God, his power would only weaken further, and he might not even be able to maintain his Transformation.
He couldn't wait any longer. Taking advantage of the fact that there were only two... "Bang!" A gunshot interrupted King Cobra's thoughts. A pink shadow, dragging a long tail, cut through the air toward him. The target was precisely the Seven-Headed Snake Scepter he had coiled his tail around.
"Tch!" King Cobra clicked his tongue in annoyance. Helplessly, the Thing in front of him was keeping his hands occupied, leaving him unable to spare them. In desperation, he could only completely wrap the Snake Staff with his tail.
In doing so, although he protected the safety of the Snake Staff, he also cut off the use of the Snake Staff and lost his tail as a weapon. However, as long as he could protect the Snake Staff, it was all worth it. After all, his ability came from the Snake Staff. Without the Snake Staff, he was nothing.
"Clang!" The bullet made of mental energy struck the viper's tail. The energy exploded outwards under the pressure, but only left a small trace on the emerald green scales.
"Damn it!" Quentin's curse burst out. The armament he projected with telepathy could not be judged by the standards of conventional weapons. The power of the bullet depended entirely on how much energy he consumed when condensing the bullet.
Quentin reacted so strongly because that bullet just now had consumed a significant amount of energy to condense, yet it only left a shallow trace on the opponent's scale. This was indeed somewhat disheartening to one's confidence.
'Too bad mental impact is useless against him.' Quentin clicked his tongue in annoyance. From beginning to end, King Cobra had not shown any mental abilities. The reason the opponent could block his telepathy was probably all thanks to that strange staff.
Taking a deep breath to ease his anxious mood, Quentin calculated how much energy it would take to penetrate King Cobra's defense based on that just now.
It would take at least all of his remaining energy. He had exerted a lot of strength during the battle with Rock Python, and had fired several potshots just now. If he used all of his remaining energy, Quentin would likely pass out directly.
With teammates by his side, Quentin at least didn't have to worry about safety issues. But this meant Quentin only had one opportunity. Regardless of success or failure, he would lose his ability to battle.
"Then let's do it." Quentin licked his dry lips, ignoring the waves of throbbing pain coming from his brain. That was a sign of excessive use of mental energy, but this pain also stirred up Quentin's crazy side.
'Give me an opportunity!' He transmitted his idea to Ben and Johnny in the battlefield. This was the benefit of a telepath. Without needing many words, he could make his meaning understood.
The sudden appearance of an idea in his mind that didn't belong to him made Johnny, who was performing Cobra Maneuvers in the air, stiffen for a moment. But he immediately realized it was the ability of that cool pink-haired kid.
"Want some team cooperation?" Johnny, covered in flame, revealed a mouthful of white teeth. "I love team cooperation the most!"
Shouting wildly, Johnny flew up and down in the air, dragging a long tail of flame, circling around King Cobra and Ben in the center. Of course, his flame attack never stopped from beginning to end.
'This big mouth.' Ben, a.k.a. the Thing, in the center of the battlefield also understood Quentin's idea. That's why he complained about Johnny in his heart. If the enemy discovered their plan, it would be bad.
Fortunately, King Cobra didn't seem to be thinking in that direction. Because the one being plotted against was also silently calculating some plan in his mind.
'Let's begin.' Ben silently shouted 'Start' in his heart, and then began to increase the power in his body. He could feel his strength gradually increasing with the battle, almost strengthening every second.
Ben estimated that his current strength was at least absolutely crushing his strength from a day ago. This unreasonable enhancement made Ben think for a moment that maybe becoming a Stone Man wasn't such a bad thing. Of course, he only thought that for a moment.
The Thing pressed down like a mountain. King Cobra, whose power was gradually weakening, immediately felt immense pressure. He knew he couldn't hold on any longer and had to execute his plan. First, he needed to lure the opponent into a trap.
King Cobra's hands were slightly deformed by the Thing's pinch. This unreasonable squeeze made him grit his teeth in pain. His snake tongue flicked out restlessly, and the tail behind him also swayed restlessly from side to side.
Muscles in motion are flexible, and their strength is definitely not as good as stationary muscles. This meant his defense strength had decreased, and it also meant Quentin's plan could enter the next step.
"Woohoo!" Johnny, flying into mid-air, spotted an opportunity. Diving down, he began to rotate at an extremely high speed. Gradually, his speed became completely untraceable to the naked eye.
Flying Johnny gradually caught up with his own tail flame. Relying on his speed, he formed a fire circle in the air. Slowly, the fire circle began to thicken, eventually turning into a constantly rotating fire tornado.
The scorching air made King Cobra feel discomfort and unease. Having transformed into a snake-like creature, he couldn't adapt well to drastic changes in temperature. This kind of change was very likely to gradually kill him.
He wanted to escape, but the Thing opposite him had no intention of letting him go. Those hands made of stone gripped him firmly like hydraulic pliers.
"You look very hot." The Thing revealed a simple smile. "It's a pity that after I turned into this, I've become dull to many things. Otherwise, I could empathize with you."
"You idiot." King Cobra cursed loudly. "The burning of flame requires oxygen. If we stay in the center of this fire circle, we'll eventually run out of air to breathe, and we'll both suffocate and die!"
"That's exactly what I was going to say next." Ben winked playfully. "My need for oxygen has also decreased. I estimate I should be able to live a little longer than you."
"Damn it!" Whether disgusted by Ben's flirtatious wink or worried about his own life, King Cobra immediately struggled violently. Even the tail wrapping the Snake Staff increased its shaking force, even revealing a tiny crack.
'It's time!' This thought of Ben's had just appeared in his heart when Johnny, circling around, learned of it. He immediately drilled out of the fire circle, and while the flame was still burning fiercely, he used flame to mark a target on the fire tornado.
Behind that target made of flame was King Cobra's tail, which was gradually loosening due to lack of oxygen. "Bang!"
(End of Chapter)
