Chapter 325 Martial Prowess
Charles was frantically chasing Steven, but after the allergic reaction, Charles's physical condition rapidly deteriorated.
Even if he forced himself to fight, Charles couldn't maintain his optimal state.
Steven was very cunning; after all, he wasn't the one with the allergy.
"If I endure until the very end, victory is mine. So why should I emerge and confront you? The essential goal is to survive until the conclusion!" Steven thought to himself.
Charles's consciousness gradually began to blur.
An allergic reaction was the most fatal weakness for anyone. No matter how invincible a person was, they couldn't overcome it.
Charles himself couldn't have imagined that with his seemingly invincible close combat skills, he would ultimately lose to Steven's despicable tactics!
In the end, Charles's sturdy body fell to the ground with a thud and never got up again.
Steven still chose a safe distance, lit a fire to warm himself, and then ate to replenish his strength.
Half an hour passed slowly. Steven had rested enough and was full, maintaining his optimal physical condition.
Looking at the motionless Charles on the ground in the distance, Steven muttered to himself, "Is he really dead, or is he faking it?"
Steven pulled out his Desert Eagle, loaded with armor-piercing bullets, and shot Charles in the head.
A blood hole appeared in Charles's head, but no blood flowed out.
In such cold temperatures, Charles's blood had frozen.
"Is he really dead?" Steven was ecstatic, but he tried hard to suppress his excitement.
'Did I really kill the arrogant West Mountain Base Special Forces Captain Charles?'
Although the facts before him seemed to indicate so, such a huge achievement still felt somewhat unreal to Steven.
So Steven took out a huge truck from the extradimensional space and smashed it heavily onto Charles's body.
Charles's frozen corpse was cut in half.
Only then did Steven relax and breathe a sigh of relief. "It looks like he's really dead. Even if he were acting, he wouldn't go this far."
Steven walked over to Charles's body, a flash of light in his right hand, and Dragon Roar appeared in his hand.
As he approached, the first thing Steven did was chop off Charles's head!
"Confirmed, he's really dead!" Steven breathed a sigh of relief, completely at ease.
Looking at Charles's head, a strong impulse surged in his heart.
Steven squatted down and placed his right hand on Charles's head.
Soon, that long-lost feeling reappeared.
A powerful force flowed into Steven's body through his palm, making him feel incredibly ecstatic, even more so than making love with Elinor and Nora!
If absorbing Brittany's power before was like a stream, then Charles's power was like a river!
"This feels amazing!"
Soon, Steven had absorbed all of Charles's power.
What Steven didn't yet know was that Charles had also devoured the powers of three Psychics, meaning all these supernatural abilities now belonged solely to Steven.
Steven felt his eyes suddenly become a bit blurry, as if something was about to grow out, but he couldn't see clearly.
He opened his mask and rubbed his eyes hard.
He couldn't see the increasingly intense white light in his pupils, only that the blurry feeling was getting stronger and clearer—a very clear sense of blurriness.
Steven blinked hard, his mind becoming a bit dizzy from the sudden surge of power.
He looked ahead, where there was a smashed car.
Instinctively, Steven released that indescribable feeling.
The next moment, the space in front of him twisted like a spiral.
The car made a loud noise and was twisted and broken in half!
"Is this... a new ability?" Steven realized that by absorbing Charles's power, he had developed a new ability.
"This isn't Martial Prowess, is it? It can twist space and break objects!"
Steven instantly thought of a name for this ability.
He was ecstatic; with this new ability, he finally made up for his lack of offensive power.
After all, when dealing with combat-type Psychics, most firearms were ineffective.
But Supernatural abilities were different.
They could even break a car made of steel, let alone a human body.
'However, Martial Prowess consumes a lot of energy. Just using it once, I feel like half of my body's energy is drained. I guess... I can use it three times in a row. As for the attack range, it should be around 100 feet. It's not suitable for long-distance ambushes, but within 100 feet, it's more effective than a sniper rifle,' Steven thought.
Martial Prowess consumed a lot of energy, but the power it brought was considerable.
After all, breaking a car in half with one hit was a power even a rocket launcher couldn't achieve.
And it was hard for others to defend against, making it a perfect ambush skill!
Steven looked towards the valley, a cruel smile appearing on his lips. "Now, who is in the dark?"
He didn't rush out but continued to eat to replenish his lost energy.
According to known information, Supernatural abilities could be converted from the body's energy, so they could be replenished by eating.
He would strike in his prime condition.
Outside the valley...
Everyone had been waiting for over an hour, and gradually, their moods had subtly changed.
In the freezing cold, standing guard in such a cold midnight was not a pleasant experience.
Although they wore combat suits with active heating functions, standing still made their feet cold.
However, no one was willing to leave, or rather, they couldn't leave.
Before the battle inside was decided, anyone leaving would break the balance on the scene.
At first, Clay and the others were full of confidence in Charles, thinking this would be a battle without suspense.
After all, comparing the abilities shown by Steven and Charles, Steven had almost no chance of defeating Charles.
A warehouse manager without systematic training versus a top Psychic who was both a special forces king and had strong Supernatural abilities—the outcome of the battle was obvious, right?
But they didn't know that there was a huge gap between the two, a gap that had long been formed by intelligence.
No one knew that the intelligence of West Mountain Base had been leaked.
With unequal intelligence, Steven had plenty of time to prepare items to deal with Charles.
But the battle between Charles and Steven happened very hastily.
The longer the time dragged on, the more uneasy Clay and the others felt.
"Why isn't it over yet? Shouldn't Captain Reed have killed Steven quickly?" Clay muttered.
Shane comforted, "Maybe Captain Reed plans to slowly torture him to death. Don't worry. We have to believe in Captain Reed's strength!"
Clay frowned. "But Captain Reed isn't the type to be careless."
A well-trained soldier would only think about quickly ending the opponent, not playing around.
In contrast to the special forces team, Earl and Henry gradually showed smiles on their faces.
The longer the time dragged on, the more it suited Steven's combat style.
Because Steven was always cautious to an extreme.
The longer the time dragged on, the greater the chance of Steven winning.
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