Chapter 243 (2/2)
‘I’ll use that.’
The supervisors and Odin found out that he’s a mutant but they haven’t found out that he and Black Lord are the same, so this is a skill that he practiced cautiously so as not to get discovered.
He wanted to hide it till the end, but his life is on the line in this fight. There’s no use for it if he dies. He needs to use everything he can.
‘Dark tent.’
Success?
He’s never tried it.
rant threw dozens of light bombs into the air.
It’s an air mine.
They float near the person who threw them and explode when something touches them. It is a difficult technique for Cha Jun Sung to handle with his large body.
Cha Jun Sung compacted his body as much as he could. He became almost as small as Tyrant. He reinforced his coat in that state, and forced his way through.
The distance closes in and all of the cells in his body activate. He can feel each movement. He cannot explain the principle. He can just do it.
Cha Jun Sung went through the overflowing flames, hugged Tyrant, and fell to the ground. He has him in a firm grip with both arms, so Tyrant can’t get out.
‘I’ll withstand it. And I’ll lock you up and kill you.’
Cha Jun Sung made his decision. His body turned dark and swallowed up the area. To be more precise, it swallowed Tyrant who was struggling to get out of his arms.
“Bastard! What have you done to me!”
Tyrant yells.
He had been fighting fiercely with Black Devil just now, something spread suddenly like black paint and made his sight go dark. He can’t think of clear words to explain this phenomenon.
Is this a unique technique that mutants have like battlesuits? There’s no way to know.
“Light on.”
Papat!
A light shines inside the dark tent. Tyrant’s mood soured.
A dome shape chunk of flesh covered in hideous, writhing veins blocks him. He can’t see a way out. It seems he has to create one.
“Like this!”
He changed the visual mode multiple times in order to figure out what the tent is, but it was useless. This giant chunk of flesh is Black Devil.
Woong!
A light bomb activates.
He can just blow away something like this.
Spat!
Did he know what he was going to do?
Sharp thorns come out of Tyrant’s side. He didn’t feel anything, not a trace or a sound.
His battlesuit’s sensor detected the attack and he was able to barely avoid it. The problem is what came after.
The first attack was just the beginning.
Ping ping ping!
Hundreds of thorns come sticking out from everywhere and it looks like a porcupine’s back. He didn’t have the time to take care of the situation here.
Tyrant’s body movements become busier.
He goes into a cold sweat inside his battlesuit. He didn’t see this kind of mutant even in the virtual version.
The thorns are simply a basic attack. Tangled tentacles danced and tried to tie around him like a giant hand trying to hit him.
‘I need to hurry. There’s too muchenergy and nutrient consumption.’
This dark tent is a half. The shape is similar to Black Devil’s, but it’s much less durable. It will rip after a few light bombs.
He might be able to recover with rapid regeneration, but there is a limit to that.
His breath catches with just his efforts to maintain it and attack. He can’t multitask.
It’s best to not go through rapid regeneration if he can.
Cha Jun Sung who became the dark tent’s subject realized what it felt like. He moved major organs like his nucleus to safe places. He can see all of Tyrant. It was like watching him with hundreds of security cameras.
Bang!
Three light bombs stuck to the dark tent explode. That attack rips the outer wall and the world outside shows. Cha Jun Sung quickly regenerated.
He cast it with determination, but it’s impossible to use this technique again when it’s hard to even maintain it. He can’t let Tyrant out so easily.
He needs to kill him.
If he can’t kill him, he needs to take two of his arms and legs at the least. He needs to reduce his combat ability as much as he can.