The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 652 A Fatal Shot

"Arrogant boy!"

King Cobra cursed. Facing the two entangled people, his already limited patience was almost exhausted. He urgently wanted to know what was wrong with his connection with the god Set.

What's more, the enemy is numerous and we are few. The longer the situation drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for him. If he does not establish contact with the god Set, his strength will only become weaker and weaker, and he may not even be able to maintain his transformation.

Can't wait any longer, while there are only two...

"boom!"

A gunshot interrupted King Cobra's thoughts, and a pink shadow with a long tail cut through the air and attacked him, aiming at the seven-headed snake staff that he had wrapped his tail around.

"Tsk!" The King Cobra clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, but the stone man in front of him restrained him so that he couldn't free his hands. In desperation, he could only use his tail to completely wrap the snake staff.

Although this protected the safety of the snake staff, it also cut off his ability to use it and made him lose his tail, a powerful weapon. However, as long as he could keep the snake staff, it would all be worth it.

After all, his power comes from the snake staff, and without the snake staff he is nothing.

"when!"

The bullet made of psychic energy hit the tail of the venomous snake. The energy exploded in all directions under the pressure, but only left a small trace on the green scales.

"Damn it!" Quentin cursed. The weapons he projected with his psychic power could not be judged by the standards of conventional weapons. The power of the bullet depended entirely on how much energy he expended in condensing the bullet.

The reason why Quentin reacted in this way was because he had spent a lot of energy to condense the bullet just now, but it could only leave a shallow mark on the opponent's scales, which really hit his self-confidence.

"It's a pity that the mental shock didn't work on him." Quentin curled his lips in dissatisfaction. From the beginning to the end, King Cobra had never shown any psychic abilities. The reason why the opponent was able to block his mental abilities was probably all thanks to that strange cane.

He took a deep breath to relieve his anxiety. Based on what he had just done, Quentin also calculated how much energy it would take to penetrate the King Cobra's defense.

That would at least require all of his remaining energy. He had already exerted a lot of effort in the battle with the rock python, and just now he fired a few cold shots. If he used up all of his remaining energy, Quentin would most likely faint.

With his teammates around, Quentin at least doesn't have to worry about safety issues, but this also means that Quentin only has one chance, and regardless of success or failure, he will lose the ability to fight.

"Come on." Quentin licked his dry lips and ignored the waves of pain coming from his brain. It was a sign of excessive use of mental energy, but this pain also aroused Quentin's crazy side.

'Give me a chance!'

Transmitting one's thoughts to Ben and Johnny on the battlefield is the advantage of being a psychic. One can make the other understand what one means without too much talk.

A thought that didn't belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind, causing Johnny, who was performing the Cobra maneuver in the air, to stiffen. But he immediately realized that it was the ability of the cool boy with pink hair.

"Want some teamwork?" Johnny, covered in flames, showed his big white teeth. "I love teamwork the most!"

Johnny was flying up and down in the air, screaming and dragging a long tail of flame as he circled around the King Cobra and Ben in the center. Of course, his flame attack never stopped from beginning to end.

'That big mouth.'

Ben, at the center of the battlefield, understood Quentin's intentions, which is why he blamed Johnny in his heart. It would be bad if the enemy discovered their plan. Fortunately, King Cobra didn't seem to think that way, because the person being plotted against was also secretly planning something in his heart.

'Let's get started.'

Ben silently shouted "start" in his heart, and then began to increase his strength. He could feel that his strength was gradually increasing as the battle went on, and it could be said that it was getting stronger every second.

Ben estimated that his current self could definitely crush his former self in terms of strength, at least a day ago. This unreasonable enhancement made it possible for Ben to turn into a stone man for a moment, which was not a bad thing.

Of course, I only felt that way for a moment.

The stone man pressed down like a mountain, and the King Cobra, whose strength was gradually weakening, suddenly felt the pressure. He knew that he could not survive and had to carry out his plan.

First, he needs to lure the other party into taking the bait.

The king cobra's hands were slightly deformed by the stone man's pinching. The unreasonable squeezing made him grimace in pain, his tongue spitting out restlessly, and the tail behind him swayed restlessly from side to side.

Moving muscles are flexible and certainly not as strong as stationary muscles. This means that his defense strength has decreased, and it also means that Quentin's plan can move on to the next step.

"Wuhu!"

Johnny, flying in the air, found an opportunity. He dived down and began to spin at an extremely fast speed. Gradually, his speed could no longer be caught up with the naked eye.

The flying Johnny gradually caught up with his own tail flame. With his own speed, he formed a circle of fire in the air. Slowly, the circle of fire began to thicken and finally turned into a continuously rotating fire tornado.

The scorching air made the king cobra feel uncomfortable and uneasy. After turning into a snake-like creature, he could not adapt well to the huge temperature changes, and this change would most likely gradually kill him.

He wanted to escape, but Ben opposite him was not going to let him go. His hands made of stone held him tightly like hydraulic clamps.

"You look hot." Ben smiled innocently. "It's a pity that I've become insensitive to many things since I became like this, otherwise I could empathize with you."

"You idiot!" the King Cobra cursed. "Flames need air to burn. If we stay in the center of this fire, sooner or later we'll run out of air to breathe and we'll all suffocate to death!"

"That's exactly what I was going to say." Ben winked playfully. "My oxygen requirements have also decreased. I think I should be able to live longer than you."

"damn it!"

It was not known whether it was disgusted by Ben's seductive eyes or worried about its own life, but the King Cobra suddenly struggled violently. Even the tail wrapped around the snake staff increased its shaking strength, and even revealed a tiny gap.

'it's time! '

As soon as Ben's thought appeared in his mind, Johnny, who was drawing a circle, knew it. He immediately got out of the fire circle and marked a target on the fire tornado with the flames while the flames were still burning fiercely.

Behind the target made of flames is the tail of the king cobra, which is gradually loosening due to lack of oxygen.

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)