Inside the Death Match Space, two pillars of light dropped down, enveloping the two participants. In that instant, Captain Zhuang finally understood why Hampton had not moved at all.
Damn. So it had been a mental-type skill.
As everyone knew, the abilities of Mind Ascetics came in all varieties, especially those focused on Mental Psychic Power. They were impossible to guard against.
For convenience, their squad had been piloting light-model mechas. As for defenses against mental abilities, even if one could not say they were basically zero, they were more or less equivalent to nothing.
After all, who could have imagined that there really was a full-fledged Mind Ascetic on Death Row Star? What made it even more infuriating was that they had clearly calculated everything, even captured the man by surprise, only to be counter-killed at the final moment.
His heart felt bitter.
Unfortunately, the cold, merciless Death Formula emerged from the darkness.
In less than a second, Captain Zhuang immediately sensed that a huge chunk of his own Mental Psychic Power had been brutally shaved away.
He was not an ascetic who specialized in Mental Psychic Power, but a leaper focused on tempering his physical body. His Mental Psychic Power had been limited to begin with. Compared with Hampton, the first to die under the Death Formula, there was simply no contest.
A second formula emerged from the darkness. In less than another second, his Mental Psychic Power instantly hit bottom.
By the time the third formula entered his eyes, the instigator had turned his head and waved at him.
"Game Over!"
To be honest, Captain Zhuang did not understand what the strange words the other party shouted meant.
But they were filled with mockery.
Immediately afterward, the world spun around him, and his vision went black.
Outside,