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Chapter 418 - Chapter 418 Chapter 414 The Climactic Showdown

Chapter 418: Chapter 414: The Climactic Showdown Chapter 418: Chapter 414: The Climactic Showdown Tom looked at the Black-robed Person in horror, his face showing disbelief, “Not a Bulletproof Vest?”

The Black-robed Person gave a strange cackle, “An experimental success. Just submit to me, and I’ll give you a set of the same protective gear.”

With a sneer, Tom collected his shock.

“Dream on!”

Tom snorted.

The next second!

Tom swung his gun around and pulled the trigger.

Bang–

A bullet hit one of the Lizardmen nearby.

It blasted a hole in the Lizardman’s chest.

But the Lizardman just stumbled a few steps back.

He didn’t fall to the ground as Tom expected.

Tom was stunned.

“What kind of monsters are these?”

Tom cursed in his mind.

“Kehkehkeh…”

“Small caliber pistols have trouble hurting them.”

The Black-robed Person helpfully explained to Tom.

Tom frowned, “Thanks a lot.”

Tom was not about to surrender without a fight.

His brain was racing to come up with a counter-strategy.

“Don’t waste your effort.”

“You can’t escape.”

The Black-robed Person said with a smile of triumph.

“We’ll see about that.”

Tom sneered as he pulled out two Pokeballs.

“Afraid of bullets, but not bombs?”

Tom’s mouth curved upward, tauntingly.

“You dare to use a bomb from this close?”

“Aren’t you afraid of blowing yourself up?”

The Black-robed Person asked unfazed.

“There isn’t a bomb that can hurt me.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Tom activated the bomb.

Seeing the Pokeball in Tom’s hand begin to blink with alternating red and green lights, the Black-robed Person exclaimed, “You madman!”

The Black-robed Person quickly retreated, “Attack!”

At the same time, he gave the Lizardmen the order to advance.

Immediately, five Lizardmen lunged towards Tom.

The remaining Lizardmen retreated with the Black-robed Person.

They used their bodies to forge a flesh shield for the Black-robed Person.

To prevent the explosion’s shock wave from harming the Black-robed Person.

Seeing this, Tom sneered.

With a flick of his hands, he threw one Sprite Ball Bomb towards the Black-robed Person and dropped another at his feet, “Bye-bye!”

Tom took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and waved at the Black-robed Person.

The next second!

Pop pop–

Two soft noises came from the Pokeballs.

“Stink bomb?”

Under the Black-robed Person’s puzzled gaze.

The Sprite Ball Bomb suddenly burst into a brilliant light.

Accompanied by a piercing buzzing sound.

In an instant, the whole world was as bright as day.

A white light flashed before the Black-robed Person’s eyes.

The blinding light caused the Black-robed Person to wince in pain, instinctively closing his eyes as tears uncontrollably streamed down.

“Damn, it’s a Flash Bomb…”

The Black-robed Person roared belatedly.

But realizing it now was obviously too late.

The moment the Flash Bomb went off was Tom’s time to escape, as well as his moment to counterattack.

The Black-robed Person realized this too and, covering his eyes, quickly rolled to the side while shouting, “Spread out!”

Before the Black-robed Person could finish.

Boom–

A deafening explosion rang out.

The Black-robed Person felt like it was raining from above.

It pattered loudly on his Black Robe.

Not until a severed hand fell into his embrace and shook his hand did the Black-robed Person realize that it wasn’t rain from the sky but the remains of the test subjects he had blown to pieces.

The Black-robed Person was horrified and threw away the hand.

He moved swiftly, not daring to stay in one place for too long, to avoid being blown to smithereens.

Boom, boom, boom–

Explosions sounded one after another.

Their volumes varied, but each was like thunder.

Every blast made the Black-robed Person’s heart skip a beat, fearing the next one might send him flying.

At that moment, he deeply understood the meaning of the phrase, “bad guys die from talking too much.”

He cursed his own foolish behavior of showing off.

Why hadn’t he controlled Tom from the start?

Now look, he had been beaten down miserably.

Two minutes later!

Once the stinging in his eyes faded, Black-robed Person tentatively tried to open them.

The effect of the Flash Bomb had long since dissipated.

But his eyes were still extremely uncomfortable, tears streaming incessantly, everything he saw was doubled.

But fortunately, he could see clearly again.

Black-robed Person immediately searched for Tom’s location.

He found Tom running toward the car.

Meanwhile, more than half of his Lizardmen minions had been killed by the explosions, leaving only five alive, two of which were missing arms and legs.

Tom’s Combat Power was terrifying.

In just two minutes, he had slain ten top-level masters and maimed another two.

Witnessing this scene filled Black-robed Person with hatred.

He truly wanted to slap himself twice.

“Dammit!” he cursed.

He lifted his left arm and rolled up his sleeve,

revealing a metal-covered arm.

“Go to hell!” Black-robed Person roared.

The next second!

The thick metal Arm Guard on his arm surprisingly split open, revealing a small, exquisite, gold missile.

The missile, shaped like a rocket and only the size of a palm, shimmered with a golden light, as if it were a model made entirely of Gold.

Black-robed Person took a remote from his waist and pressed the red button firmly.

The next second!

Flame jetted out from the back of the gold missile.

Whoosh–

It actually flew out.

The missile was as fast as a bullet.

And in the blink of an eye, it caught up with Tom…

Then it whizzed past Tom’s ear.

Feeling the searing heat brushing by his ear, Tom was startled and instinctively stopped, exclaiming, “What the hell is that?”

The next second!

Boom–

Tom watched, eyes wide, as the skin of the car exploded.

Flames shot to the sky in an instant.

Before Tom could react, a shockwave hit him full on, throwing him into the air in confusion.

“Oh my god, am I flying?”

Mid-air, Tom cried out.

Before his words finished, he felt a dropping sensation.

Tom was filled with terror, frantically trying to adjust his position, arms protecting his head.

At the same time, Tom landed hard.

Falling from such a height, Tom felt his brain go into chaos, vision darkening, struggling to catch his breath in his tight chest.

“Dammit…”

“The charge in the projectile…”

Before losing consciousness, Tom wondered just how much explosive had been packed into the blast that was strong enough to send him flying on the sheer force of its shockwave.

“Hehe…”

“Wasn’t being blown up fun?”

Watching this unfold, the Black-robed Person sneered.

He glanced at his dislocated arm and, unconcerned, grabbed the limb with his other hand and jerked it back into place.

Crack–

The dislocated arm snapped back to normal.

“Tom, it’s just like you to waste one of my missiles worth tens of millions.”

Black-robed Person walked up to the unconscious Tom, looking down upon him, murmuring to himself.

“But capturing you is well worth the cost. I was careless last time and didn’t control you completely. This time you won’t escape.”

Saying this, Black-robed Person took out a bottle of Mental Antidote, removed the cap, and placed it in front of Tom.

Three seconds later, he carefully capped the bottle and put away the Mental Antidote.

Then he took out a bottle of gray elixir, poured it into Tom’s mouth, muttering incomprehensible syllables, closing his eyes as he spoke, but he didn’t notice the pale blue light glowing on Tom’s chest, forming the pattern of an eye…