At a distance of nearly thirty meters, that person aimed the fireball at me, with the intent to kill.
Who is he? Is he a superhuman? Why does he want to kill us?
My heart is filled with a mix of surprise, confusion, and anger. I have so many questions I want to ask, but now is not the time. That person's attack is imminent, and I don't want to be caught off guard and give them an opportunity to strike.
The next moment, the fireball in his hand expanded to a diameter of one meter and was quickly fired at me.
I cannot avoid this blow, as the car is right next to me. If I avoid it, the car will be ignited by the fireball, and Aoba and Yukio inside will become charred corpses, just like the family of three who died in that person's hands before. I absolutely will not allow this to happen. Facing the approaching flames, I closed my eyes, and my field of vision became pitch black.
The effect of mental power depends on my imagination. Now, I want to imagine a knife blade, a mental power blade that can even cut the fireball in half at this moment. Cutting the flame is not a difficult task. The flame is not a solid, it is not hard, and it is very easy to separate. Imagining this scene is not at all difficult for me. As long as I want to, I can achieve my goal. Imagine, imagine-
To go along with my imagination, I took a stance as if I were about to perform a sword-drawing technique. I have not studied kendo, so this stance would undoubtedly be flawed in the eyes of an expert; but it doesn't matter now, as this is just a simple suggestive motion, suggesting to myself that I will split the attack before me.
I suddenly opened my eyes.
The massive fireball has entered within my three-meter range, and the heat wave is causing my face to sweat.
Look closely, this is the guy I'm going to slice.
I clenched my right hand into a fist, as if holding an invisible knife, and quickly made a pulling and slashing motion.
The fiery sphere that was mere inches away was suddenly split in two.
Accompanied by a bursting sound, the shattered fireball immediately lost its shape, turning into countless flowing flames and scattered sparks. The area around me was dyed in a bright orange color by the dazzling light, with a strong contrast between light and dark; but soon, the flames vanished into the air, and the surroundings returned to their original state.
Very good, it's blocked.
The person across from him wearing black clothes seemed to be stunned, and his posture became rigid.
Seizing the moment while he was dazed, I used telekinesis to boost my movement speed and charged towards his position at a cheetah-like pace.
My psychic power also has an effective range, just like a handgun. The closer the distance, the stronger the power; the farther the distance, the weaker the power. Psychic power can only be effectively used within a distance of ten meters. Once it exceeds ten meters, the power will rapidly diminish, and the reduction from ten to eleven meters is even more than ten times the reduction from one to ten meters. At a distance of fifteen meters, my power that can lift an adult can only lift a rubber eraser, indicating the tremendous decay of psychic power beyond ten meters.
At this moment, the opponent is about 30 meters away from me, and my psychic powers can no longer reach him.
I must shorten the distance.
The opponent saw me approaching and quickly fired three fireballs at me in succession.
The size of these three fireballs is not smaller than the initial two, only the size of a basketball. I immediately realized that his big fireball requires a charging process, although brief, but this process does exist; correspondingly, the small fireballs, although less powerful, can be fired continuously. One emphasizes power, the other emphasizes continuous firing, is this his combat method?
If it's only at this level, then you're not my match.
I did not make any unnecessary moves, I just kept running forward, using my mental power to disperse the three fireballs that were approaching me.
In the blink of an eye, I had approached him within ten meters.
At this distance, I finally saw clearly what this person was wearing.
His black clothing resembled the black cassock of a Catholic priest, but it was embroidered with vivid red patterns, which evoked the wild animal totems of ancient barbaric tribes. His face was covered by a black full-face mask, with no eye openings left, only a red eye symbol in the center. He wore deep red fingerless gloves, the surface of which was adorned with intricate orange-red patterns.
This peculiar attire, if worn by an ordinary person, would simply be normal Cosplay; but he is a superhuman with mysterious powers, so I have to consider this in a more serious direction.
However, this is not the time to think.
He conjured up another fireball and aimed it at me.
Because I have now entered the 10-meter range, I will directly use telekinesis, imagining a powerful punch, and attack his throat.
In boxing competitions, attacking the opponent's throat is a strictly prohibited action. Because the throat is a vulnerable part of the human body, if hit, it can cause tremendous harm, and in the most severe cases, it can even be life-threatening; however, now it is a matter of life and death in actual combat, and I naturally would not mind attacking this area.
Moreover, this guy just killed a family of three right under my nose.
As my thoughts stirred, a dull noise came from his throat area, as if someone had really punched that spot. In the intense pain.
Immediately, he bent his body, and the fireball that had gathered well collapsed, turning into flowing flames and sparks that dispersed on their own.
Seizing the opportunity, I rushed in front of him and launched a punch infused with mental energy.
Although using just mental power to attack is not entirely impossible, when dealing with this kind of guy, a good old-fashioned beating is the only way to find satisfaction.
This punch landed on his abdomen, causing him further injury and pain.
He was immediately knocked down to the ground by me and could not even get up.
It seems that although he also has superpowers, he has no means of defense, and can only throw fireballs and larger fireballs.
"Now can we talk properly? I said, "Why did you attack us?"
"Uh.....uh....."
He did not answer my question, but only emitted hoarse cries, his body trembling.
I've just realized that he may not be unwilling to answer, but unable to answer? I just struck his throat, he might be
Be careful not to cause any problems that would make him unable to speak. That would be a serious mistake.
"Ninghai!"
Aoba and Yukio came running over to my side.
Yukio looked at the opponent I defeated.
"Is this the guy who attacked us?" she bluntly lifted his mask.
The face beneath the mask is quite ordinary, just a man in his forties, not handsome nor ugly. At the moment, his expression is extremely contorted, with cold sweat breaking out, presumably due to the intense pain.
"Why attack us?" Yukio asked the same question as me, coldly.
The man glared at us angrily.
Yukio let out a cold laugh, pulled out his own gun, and pressed it against his forehead.
"Speak!"
Faced with Yukio's threat, the man did not back down, his gaze still as fierce as ever.
"You all......" he said hoarsely, "you all...are nothing more than...a group of sacrificial offerings. A group of...sacrificial offerings, yet you dare to act against me."
Hands? Haha......
"What does 'sacrificial offering' mean?" Yukio asked.
"Sacrificial offerings... are just sacrificial offerings." He said, "Offerings to the great spirits... living sacrificial offerings."
Sacrificial offerings? That is certainly a vocabulary that cannot be missed. He even said that we are living sacrifices, and I am very curious about what this word really means. If you understand it literally, a living sacrifice is an animal offered to the gods, which makes me think of the sacrificial practices of uncivilized primitive tribes. Could this be related to the great disaster that occurred in Beaver City?
"Even if I don't kill you, you will die sooner or later." He pointed at us one by one, "You, you... and you, the despicable heretical mage, will all be digested in the belly of the divine and become nutrients."
When he was talking about the heretical mage, he was clearly pointing at me.
I am a heretical mage? It seems he has misunderstood something, but that's not the point. I asked, "What do 'divine spirits' and 'living sacrifices' mean? Are they related to the current situation in Beaver Town?"
"Beaver City... has already entered the belly of the divine. He said, "Under the influence of our ritual, you heretics who do not believe in the gods... either become the claws and teeth of the emissary, or become the prey of the claws and teeth, and in the end, no one can survive."
This information is really substantial, to be honest, I don't quite understand it. His words sound like nonsense, but considering his actions, it must be taken as serious content to be examined.
"So what you're saying is....." Yukio suddenly said, "The reason why Beaver City has turned out this way is all because of your meddling?"
The man glanced at him, gave a cold laugh, and said no more.
"Don't stop, keep talking." I said, "You probably still don't want to die, right?"
The man is silent.
He no longer spoke, no matter how we questioned him.
"If you don't say anything more....." Yukio's words trailed off.
Suddenly, the man's eyes began to emit an orange-red glow; at the same time, he also opened his mouth, and his mouth was also emitting the same glow. Uh-oh, is he going to self-destruct?
I quickly grabbed the two people next to me and quickly retreated with them.
The sound of an explosion was heard, but the man did not self-destruct as I had imagined. Instead, his body was engulfed in an intense orange flame, burning brightly like a torch as he knelt in place.
"He, he..."Aoba was shocked, "Self-ignited?
In the raging flames, his clothes and body were quickly scorched. Perhaps the seemingly ordinary fire had a special effect, and his burning process was very fast, as if the video had been sped up. In just a dozen seconds, he was burned into a charred corpse, and the flames soon disappeared. Bang.
The charred corpse fell to the ground.
