Chapter 543 Overestimating
It wasn't that Natasha lacked power.
Had a battle-hardened Psychic possessed her abilities, Steven might not have succeeded so easily.
Of course, maintaining his position wasn't effortless. Without the enhancement of [Sebastian Legion] and constant consumption of Supernatural food to replenish his energy, he couldn't have matched Natasha this long.
Level 5 represented humanity's highest Psychic classification. The Supernatural Energy coursing through Natasha's body was so vast that even Steven found it troublesome.
Fortunately, he could absorb energy externally.
"What's wrong, Natasha?" Steven taunted while pressing his attack, denying her any reprieve. "Giving up after such a brief struggle?"
"Surrender to me, nullify your Supernatural ability, and I might consider sparing your life," he offered, attempting to destabilize her focus.
Despite her blurred vision, Natasha remained formidable. Possessing dozens of Supernatural abilities, even blind she could perceive her surroundings through her Strengthening System's enhanced physique.
Her response came as a massive ice spike hurled toward Steven!
He devoured it with a Dimension Door.
Natasha had nearly exhausted her options against him.
Initially, she had planned to outlast Steven through attrition. Her combat prowess far surpassed his, and as a higher-tier Psychic, her Supernatural Energy reserves dwarfed his.
But she hadn't anticipated the sheer volume of Supernatural food Steven had stockpiled in his extradimensional space.
It was like a low-level player bringing ten thousand healing potions to a boss fight. His attack power might be inadequate, but he could exhaust you to death.
If that were her only problem, she might have managed.
The fatal complication was her deteriorating physical condition.
She now understood why her body was rebelling—the answer lay in the Frostheart she had given Steven's group.
Her scheme had been flawless. Since Frostheart could awaken Supernatural abilities and unleash potential, faction leaders would either use it themselves or reserve it for promising recruits. When they died, their powers would return to Natasha.
She never imagined someone would weaponize Frostheart against her by deliberately giving it to someone whose Supernatural ability carried devastating side effects.
Her realization came too late. The negative effects had erupted, inflicting severe damage she couldn't heal.
The mutation operated at the genetic level. Irreversible.
Natasha's expression twisted in agony. "When... when did you strike against me? Tell me—I need to know!"
Steven's lips curled upward. "Ask the demons in hell!"
He punctuated his reply with a Mutant Bullet aimed at her skull.
Natasha swept her right hand upward, conjuring a massive ice barrier that intercepted the projectile.
But the act of using her ability sent needles of pain shooting through her brain.
She clutched her head, her hovering form swaying precariously.
'I can't continue this standoff!'
She finally recognized the futility of her situation.
Steven had perfectly countered her abilities.
She needed to escape, find time to resolve her physical affliction. Once she fully adapted to her new powers, she would return to slaughter everyone here.
With this resolution, Natasha fought through excruciating pain and suddenly turned away from Steven, fleeing!
Steven showed no surprise.
He had anticipated every possible move she might make.
Today, regardless of circumstances, Natasha would die by his hand.
"Not even Jesus could save her now," he thought grimly.
"Weren't you claiming to be divine?" he called after her. "Why run?"
Steven calmly replenished his energy while pursuing Natasha, maintaining a calculated distance—not too close, not too far.
He remained wary of Natasha suddenly doubling back. Having absorbed abilities from numerous Psychics, including powerful Strengthening System users, her close-combat capabilities were undoubtedly formidable.
He wouldn't take unnecessary risks.
He only needed to wait until the affliction consuming her body reached its crescendo.
Steven was a patient hunter.
Natasha flew rapidly, her Telekinesis propelling her across the sky as a streak of white light.
But her speed, however impressive, couldn't outpace Steven's spatial jumps.
As she fled, the watching survivors—Theron and representatives of various factions—grew excited.
Natasha's retreat meant Steven had won!
Theron watched the fleeing Level 5 Psychic, his gaze darkening with intensity.
A gravely wounded, fleeing Level 5 Psychic—if he could seize her essence, his own power would increase exponentially!
Every survivor realized this opportunity simultaneously.
Their eyes burned with ambition.
In this apocalyptic world, personal strength was the only true currency.
They had witnessed Natasha's overwhelming might. A Level 5 Psychic completely outclassed lower-ranked Psychics—the power gap was insurmountable.
Who wouldn't want such dominance?
Meanwhile, Steven maintained his distance, tracking her like a patient predator.
Amidst distant ruins, Leonard glanced at his ruined arm. He clenched his teeth, making a desperate gamble.
"Even if Starlight City faces its end, I can't maintain my position with one arm. Might as well risk everything!"
His eyes glowed ice-blue, storms gathering within his pupils.
In the next instant, his body merged with the blanket of snow covering the ground.
As Natasha fled, a massive vortex suddenly materialized beneath her, rapidly coalescing into a sharp spear that surged toward her.
Though her vision had nearly failed, her perception remained intact.
Facing the attack, she gritted her teeth and slammed her fist downward!
The giant ice spear collided with what felt like an iron wall, its tip disintegrating instantly.
An invisible force then crushed downward.
With a thunderous crack, the entire storm-spear shattered into countless ice fragments!
Leonard's body hammered into the ground, his frost armor shattering like glass.
He sank deep into the earth. Moments later, streams of blood seeped upward, staining the surrounding snow crimson.
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