A prince from a certain American comic book

Andrew floated on his feet, soaring through the air.

If Andrew changed his appearance, style, and clothes, he could perhaps be described as dashing.

But if it doesn't work, it just doesn't work.

Andrew's appearance alone is enough to show that no matter how he's dressed, he can't escape the word "sleazy".

Ike pulled Chris behind him and called out to Talking Tom.

Talking Tom meowed.

Ike's eyes turned cold, and Tom the cat tucked his tail between his legs, meowed, and bit Chris's clothes. By the time Chris came to her senses, she had already been led to safety by Tom the cat and the bulldog.

As for where the safe zone is?

Andrew came to find Ike this time. Since Ike is no longer on Elm Street, Elm Street has become a safe zone, hasn't it?

It's very simple.

boom!

Bang!

Like a cheetah darting through the streets, Ike nimbly dodged the objects that Andrew had grabbed with his telekinesis and was about to blast at him.

Andrew's telekinetic abilities are very powerful.

But Ekko is no slouch either.

Unless Andrew's attack method is a targeted skill, as long as Ike wants, no matter how Andrew attacks within this small area, he will not be able to hit him.

That's true confidence.

Andrew, who was in the sky, furious and single-mindedly focused? "Fool" doesn't even begin to describe him.

Twenty minutes later.

boom!

Ike stepped back, dodging an unidentified object that was hurtling toward his face, and stood on the grass in the park, looking up at Andrew in the sky.

Andrew was panting heavily.

Ike said calmly, "May I ask why you wanted to kill me?"

Andrew looked down at him and said, "It's all your fault. You're the one who got me fired. You deserve to die."

Ike laughed.

Success and failure both present countless reasons for facing challenges, but among these countless reasons, successful people consider themselves in their calculations, while unsuccessful people, even if they calculate until their dying day, will never believe that they are involved...

far away.

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

The sirens blared across the sky, as if the entire Baltimore police department had been mobilized and was preparing to swarm into the cemetery park.

Ike turned his head and glanced at a photo of Steve somewhere behind him, saying, "Do you know why I brought you here?"

Andrew used his telekinesis to uproot a large tree and sneered, "You're trying to choose your burial spot in advance."

Ike shook his head and said, "No, and have you considered that even if you kill me, do you think you can escape police punishment?"

Andrew roared and swung out of the trees, saying, "I don't need that. All I know is that I am the strongest in the world."

next second.

Andrew pretended to use his telekinesis to cut the trees into drill bits in mid-air and then waved his hand, sending them hurtling towards Ike.

bang, bang, bang...

Ike dodged them all, just as he had said before; as long as he didn't want to, Andrew's attacks couldn't even get close to him.

Ike looked up at Andrew and smiled brightly, "Strong enough? That's a good reason, I like it, but are you really strong enough?"

Done.

Ike closed his eyes.

next second.

Just as Andrew was about to attack again while airborne, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body. By the time he came to his senses, Andrew was already in freefall.

Boom!

"Ah!" Andrew screamed in agony, clutching his deformed right leg.

Ike slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.

The sky is very blue.

Ike's mood was just like the sky at that moment, a clear, deep blue.

He paused for a moment.

Ike snapped out of his daze, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked toward Andrew, who had landed and was screaming in pain.

Andrew roared in terror, "What have you done? Damn it, what have you done?"

Ike remained silent and closed his eyes slightly.

puff!

Ah!

The moment Andrew opened his eyes again, his right arm seemed to have been severed from his body, playfully bouncing to the side. A gust of wind blew by, and the severed arm rotted at a visible speed...

Andrew was in pain and terrified.

His confidence stemmed entirely from the superpowers he had acquired by chance; without them, he would have been nothing more than a lowly, pathetic creature.

Ike looked at Andrew, whose forehead was covered in sweat, and shook his head.

If someone were to ask Ekko how it felt to use his innate skill attack for the first time?

Ike would answer that it felt great.

How pleasant and exhilarating is this?

Ike would answer that it was almost as wonderful as the feeling he had during Chris's second event.

Ekko's attack method is very simple.

He appeared directly in the river of time, and with his authority, he directly intercepted and cut off the river that belonged to Andrew.

Then, they directly used the power of time to target Andrew in the past.

In this way, the past will be reflected in the present.

To be precise, Ike used his access to the River of Time to create a mirror image of Andrew's past and then replaced the original in the River of Time.

Therefore!

This method doesn't disrupt the flow of time, so there's no need to worry about unknown changes occurring in the past.

Because, in a sense, Ike attacked Andrew from the past timeline while he was in the present timeline.

So no matter what Andrew does, he won't become a butterfly on the other side of the ocean that will stir up a storm.

Ike bent down and slapped Andrew's struggling left hand away, then grabbed Andrew's thigh and turned to walk towards Steve's grave.

Behind him came Andrew's endless wails.

Ike frowned.

A flash of light appeared on the river of time, and a sharp blade capable of slicing through all things in the river of time swooped down with a cold light, striking the river of time that belonged to Andrew.

next second.

Complete silence fell behind me.

wrong.

It wasn't exactly quiet; rather, the wailing behind us suddenly turned into sounds that should have some meaning, but which were incomprehensible.

Not long after.

Bang!

Ike threw Andrew in front of Steve's grave before turning around and slowly examining Andrew, who was missing half a tongue.

Andrew's feelings at this moment can no longer be described with the word "terrification".

His mental power.

His right arm.

His tongue.

Andrew opened his mouth wide and called out "Dad, Dad!"

Ike, however, seemed to understand and tilted his head, saying, "When you came over to kill me, you didn't describe me as a demon."

Andrew wanted to turn around and leave.

but.

After a scream, Andrew stared in horror at the two rapidly decaying lower legs that had fallen to the side before completely losing consciousness.

At this moment, the wailing sound gradually became clearer.

Ike glanced at Andrew, who was destined to die, and got up to dust off non-existent dust from his body.

next second.

Ike turned around.

Behind.

A head flew off.

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