Free Web NovelChapter 666: Chapter 614: The Most Critical Moment?
Compared to the Finger Tiger gloves, this was the true life-saving trump card of the special agent.
The barrier created by the Magnetic Repulsive Field Generator could withstand sustained attacks from a seventh-grade Martial Artist, and using the "Full Charge" magnetic energy embedded in his belt, it could hold out for at least two hours.
The elderly man before him definitely hadn’t reached the seventh-grade "Non-human Realm," the special agent could tell from their exchange.
This meant that the life-saving belt could at least buy him two hours, which was enough time to escape from the underground shaft and reach a crowded area, maybe even the Executive Government building for help.
Given his status, he didn’t believe these two old fools would dare follow him into a populated area to kill him.
Almost at the same moment the force field expanded, the tall elder’s figure had already closed in.
His right hand tightened into a blade-like form, fingertips surrounded by a solid gray-black aura, viciously stabbing at the force field shield.
"Pop!"
The gray-black hand blade skidded off like hitting ice, veering off course and was carried onward, stabbing into the side wall of the duct.
The duct wall crumbled like tofu, with broken stones cascading down.
The tall elder missed his strike, his figure swaying slightly.
He slowly withdrew his finger from the wall, shaking off the gray debris, then turned his head, his murky old eyes fixated on the special agent inside.
Through the shield, the special agent felt empowered again, and he laughed wildly:
"Hahaha—attack, keep attacking! Aren’t you trying to kill me? Come on!! Break it!!
Once I get out, you’re all dead, all of you, Song Kuangyi can’t save you!!"
The special agent waved his bloody severed wrist, looking like a madman.
Yet, before his laughter could completely die out, before he could take even a step out, his laughter abruptly froze.
He was horrified to see that somehow, the tall elder’s palm now held... an unremarkable gray metal sphere!
That sphere was only the size of a ping-pong ball, without any markings, smooth as a pebble, with a matte finish in the dim light.
The moment he saw the sphere, the special agent’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Chilling fear a hundred times more intense than his severed wrist’s pain flooded his entire being, freezing all his blood.
He recognized this thing!
Demagnetization Insect Bomb?!!
"No——!!!"
The special agent let out a despairing scream.
He wanted to dodge, but he had nowhere to escape to, unless he could run a hundred meters in one second, he simply couldn’t avoid it.
Because the Demagnetization Insect Bomb’s coverage area was at least 100 meters.
Pong——
A muffled sound, neither light nor heavy.
The surface of the gray metallic sphere suddenly lit up with extremely fine light lines and then burst apart.
No fire!
No shockwave!
What exploded were countless, dust-fine, gray "insects" that shimmered with a faint metallic luster.
They spread out instantly like a disturbed swarm of bees or iron filings attracted by a magnet, forming a billowing gray mist.
This gray mist, as if drawn by a dense attraction, charged towards the Magnetic Repulsive Force Field Shield with its faint blue light lines the moment it appeared.
The special agent’s vision was instantly enveloped in gray, and through his lenses, thousands upon thousands of gray magnetic insects, like innumerable ants, fervently adhered to the shield’s surface.
With tiny mouthparts invisible to the naked eye, they fiercely gnawed and tore at the shield formed of pure magnetic energy.
The intricate geometric patterns on the shield’s surface rapidly became dim, chaotic, and distorted under the magnetic insects’ assault, as if corroded by strong acid.
The pale blue light flickered wildly, inconsistently bright and dim.
The barrier that even a seventh-grade Martial Artist couldn’t break was being wildly gnawed apart by a swarm of tiny bugs, like an eggshell cracked into countless fine lines, spreading in all directions.
"Crunch... crackle..."
The continuous fracturing sound reverberated endlessly inside the shield, leaving the special agent in despair.
If he could deactivate the shield, he could crush these magnetic insects to dust within a breath, but through the shield, he was equally helpless against them.
The shield protecting him was also protecting the insects outside.
The wonders of technology lie in this peculiarity; as long as you find the correct "chemical equation," the strong and weak can instantly be reversed.
"How is it possible? I’ve never told anyone that I have a Magnetic Repulsive Field Generator hidden on me, nor have I ever shown it. How could they happen to carry Demagnetization Insect Bombs?"
The agent looked up at the magnetic barrier shattering inch by inch, and his clothes were densely covered with magnetic insects.
"Cough..."
He was choking violently on metal dust, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
The corpses of magnetic insects fell to the ground, piling up into a small circle of gray powder at his feet, losing all activity and turning back into nothing more than... dust.
The tall elder stepped on the dust with the sole of his shoe, and his hand, still sticky with bits of flesh, lightning-fast grasped the agent’s throat.
He chuckled eerily:
"Does Young Master Kuangyan have any other ace up his sleeve?"
The agent’s feet left the ground, his whole body being raised in the air like a helpless chick, his legs kicking aimlessly, his lips trembling and turning white.
The tall elder seemed uninterested in the agent’s response, or perhaps he already knew the answer well.
He asked and answered himself:
"Oh, that’s right, Young Master Kuangyan should still have a Destruction Pearl on him. Let’s see where you’ve hidden it?"
While speaking, the elder’s hand searched the agent’s body, then removed the emblem from his chest.
The metal back of the emblem flipped over, firmly securing a bead no bigger than a fingertip, entirely black and lusterless.
Like the most inconspicuous blemish, yet it exuded a soul-freezing dead silence—the Destruction Pearl!
With his thumb and forefinger, the tall elder gently pinched up the small black bead, placing it in front of the agent’s eyes, and said eerily:
"The power of detonating a single Destruction Pearl is enough to obliterate this place and the abandoned factory above into the tiniest atomic dust. Truly, it’s the ultimate dangerous means meant for mutual destruction with the enemy, planned by Young Master Kuangyan."
The agent stared unblinkingly at the Destruction Pearl, his face as pale as paper.
The elder added:
"Detonate this Destruction Pearl, and we’ll all accompany Young Master Kuangyan in death. So, this last chance... should be returned to you."
Before the words were fully spoken!
The elder’s finger holding the Destruction Pearl suddenly thrust forward, violently prying open Song Kuangyan’s jaw!
"Ugh—!"
The agent’s eyes widened instantly, almost bursting from their sockets.
An unprecedented fear, like ice water pouring over him, instantly froze all his blood and thoughts, and even his heart seemed to stop beating.
The elder’s face approached, his murky eyes staring into Song Kuangyan’s terror-filled, unfocused gaze:
"As long as Young Master Kuangyan, you, exert a little force with your molars..."
He deliberately drew out the tone, his gaunt neck leaning slightly forward, as if anticipating a grand fireworks display.
"Pong—just like that!"
Imitating the sound of an explosion, enticingly, he said:
"Then you can protect your Sheepskin Scroll, and we... can do absolutely nothing to you anymore!"
His hand slightly relaxed its grip on the agent’s throat, as if considerately giving him "space" for decision-making, adding:
"After all, we’ll all die cleanly together with you."
He paused, his sallow old face showing an immensely crazed expression, and said softly:
"So, Young Master Kuangyan!! Are you going to... bite and explode it?!!"
"Ah—uuuugh—!!!"
Terror reached the very core of the agent’s being, his entire mouth and teeth stiffened, not daring to move, fearing accidentally crushing the thing in his mouth.
He uttered indistinct sounds, cautiously using his tongue to spit out the bead.
The Destruction Pearl indeed was the agent’s last ace.
He had imagined countless times such a scenario: If truly cornered, he would detonate this Forbidden Artifact, perishing together with the enemy.
In doing so, he would not betray the glory of the Divine Bloodline.
But when the day truly came, he realized that his teeth were just as weak as his tongue.
At the critical moment, they simply couldn’t muster strength ahhhhh—
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