"Good, I've always hated it when people leave in the middle of a theatrical performance. Google Search Reading"
"Especially a play I'm directing."
Hearing this, Black King narrowed his eyes.
Not only because Ron wouldn't be able to leave his presence for a while, but also because Ron's ability to possess the abilities of others didn't seem that strong.
"No, no!"
Angel's face turned ugly. After a brief struggle, she ran to Black King's side and pleaded, "I'm willing to join you and build a new era for Mutants with you. Don't kill me."
"Angel, you?" Alex and the other two couldn't believe her betrayal.
Ron's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end. This stripper had already sided with Black King tonight.
"A wise choice. Anyone else?"
Black King scanned the crowd, his gaze finally settling on Ron. His eyes slightly narrowed, preparing to say something more, as he had lost two subordinates today.
"You've talked enough nonsense today. Let me save you some spit!"
Ron was expressionless, not wanting to waste words with him. He swiftly and cleanly swung his claw in attack.
"Charge!"
Like a signal, Alex and the other two on the ground got up, shouting as they launched their attacks together.
Although their hope of escape was shattered, Ron hadn't abandoned them. He used his last chance to return and face the powerful enemy with them, which greatly encouraged them.
"The smart people in the world are always a minority."
Feigning regret, Black King shook his head, his eyes turning cold. He first punched Ron with extreme speed, sending him flying.
He once again blocked Alex's energy arc blade, then backhanded an energy ray at Banshee, who was preparing to open her mouth and unleash a sonic attack.
Banshee was not like Alex, who had the ability to absorb heat and radiation energy. A fist-sized hole was punched through her chest, allowing one to see directly through her. She fell down, her mouth agape, emitting a smell of burnt flesh.
"Banshee! You bastard, die."
Darwin, sliding on his knees in anger, charged forward. His fists transformed into huge hammers made of black, hard rock.
A several-ton force, enough to send a car flying, heavily struck Black King's abdomen.
But it didn't even budge his body in the slightest.
"A seven or eight-year-old girl on the street has a more powerful punch than you."
Black King glanced sideways at the stunned Darwin, then casually smashed his fist down.
Bang!
Darwin was struck as if by a tank falling from the sky. Under the terrifying force, his entire head uncontrollably smashed through the floor tiles, and half of his body was embedded in the ground.
Pop!
Angel flapped her dragonfly-like wings on her back and flew over, spitting highly corrosive acid balls, constantly attacking Alex.
"Angel, you traitor!"
Alex twisted his body and fired an energy arc blade. The two began to fight.
Swish!
Ron, who had been sent flying, agilely and swiftly pushed off the room wall like a leopard, attacking again. Steel-like spikes grew from his hands, extending along his fingernails, resembling tiger claws.
Under danger, his ability to adapt and survive began to manifest.
"Too slow, as slow as my grandmother who died decades ago."
His hands, which were thrusting down, were easily grabbed by Black King. The spikes were a few centimeters from his eyes, unable to advance further.
"You should have noticed that I've been holding back against you."
"Ron, you are very unique. Don't force me to kill you."
He warned coldly, using both soft and hard tactics, attempting to recruit Ron again and make him submit.
"You can say that after you kill me!"
His adaptive survival ability continuously worked. Ron scoffed, not buying it in the slightest. His entire muscular system rapidly evolved, becoming denser and more powerful, and the strength in his arms grew greater and greater.
"Hmm?"
Black King's expression slightly changed, finding it a bit hard to hold on.
His strongest abilities were absorbing and releasing energy. His maximum amplified static strength was only about eight or nine tons.
The strength gripping Ron's two arms was gradually exceeding this eight or nine-ton limit.
"Enough."
He controlled the kinetic energy stored in his body and squeezed hard, intending to break Ron's arms.
But the next second, Ron's arms, along with his body, directly transformed into a high-density, steel-like form, shimmering with a silver luster. It was still adaptive survival, resisting his strength.
"Since you won't listen to anything I say, then this is the end…"
After repeated failures, Black King's eyes darkened. He was a bit angry and no longer held back.
After two rounds of probing, the young man in front of him did not seem like someone who would be subjugated, and his ability was too peculiar, perhaps with the possibility of being uncontrollable.
He exerted force with both hands, preparing to use the surging energy within him to tear Ron in half.
"Not enough. I want to get some ash in your eyes!"
Mid-sentence, Ron mockingly interrupted, uttering a classic villain's famous line.
Bang~
In the night sky, he, along with Black King, teleported to appear above a huge steel furnace.
Flames burned inside the furnace, emitting rolling black smoke.
"Goodbye."
In mid-air, Ron arched his body and kicked Black King hard in the abdomen with both feet, forcefully breaking free from his grasp.
The two separated in the air, falling one above the other.
"If I hadn't only been here for a few days and hadn't been to the bottom of the sea, I would definitely invite you to see the Mariana Trench."
"As for this… if you don't die, consider it an appetizer."
During the fall, besides the whistling wind, his cold voice drifted from the night sky.
"Where is this?"
He had been tricked. Black King, who had been a Nazi high-ranking official, didn't expect Ron to also have teleportation ability. The moment before he was about to fall into the furnace, he smelled a familiar and pungent odor. His face changed, and he angrily demanded to know where this was.
"Suburban crematorium."
With cold mockery in his eyes, Ron looked down at him, dropped the words, activated his ability, and left.
Get some ash, what kind of ash? Bone ash!
"Ron!"
A roar of humiliation and anger reverberated through the night sky.
He reappeared in the Base room.
Darwin had just pulled his head out of the ground. Black King didn't know his ability and failed to kill him. His head had turned to steel, and he survived.
"Where did that person go?"
Seeing Ron, he confusedly asked about Black King's whereabouts.
"Suburbs."
Ron replied, looking at Alex and the other fighting outside the courtyard. He flashed and appeared above Angel, swinging a claw down.
Angel, who had just flapped her wings to dodge an attack from Alex, heard the sound and looked back, but it was too late to dodge. Blood splattered from her neck, and she fell helplessly.
Having ended everything, he flashed again, returning to the ground.
He glanced at the template.
Ability Points: 78,000
Recorded Templates: Mutant Black King, Price: 120,000…
Tonight, he gained three new abilities and accumulated a lot of Ability Points, which was a great harvest. The only pity was that he was still a bit short of obtaining Black King's ability.
"But it doesn't matter. There will be a second half in the near future."