"Huh? Much easier?" Gray Mist raised his brows as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Your defenses are indeed strong, and your escape methods are rather shameless too, but you think you can kill me easily—and twice at that?
You're far too naïve. Do you think your previous sneak attacks can still work? Impossible. I'm already on guard. Give up your fantasies. I'll definitely deal with you, traitor... Pfft, ah!"
Before Gray Mist could finish speaking, his body suddenly shuddered, and he let out a muffled groan of severe injury.
His eyes widened as he stared at Richard in front of him, at Richard's hands—at some point, Richard had put on Metal Gloves. Just then, a stream of energy capable of piercing anything had shot from the gloves. Before Gray Mist could react, it had already pierced through his body.
"This—"
Gray Mist blankly looked at the round hole in his chest, then at Richard. His mouth opened and closed several times, yet he could not force out a single word.
Richard showed no mercy. Energy poured into the Gloves of Extinction, and he continuously fired Death Fingers with a series of "pfft, pfft, pfft," nearly shooting Gray Mist's body full of holes.
He had not lied earlier. The only reason he had tangled with Gray Mist for so long was to study him—only for research would he willingly allow Gray Mist to suppress him, making it easier to gather data.
And when it came to actually killing someone, naturally the simpler, the better. If an item could do the job for him, why would he need to fight so hard himself?
"It seems my sneak attack methods can still keep working."
As Richard spoke, he fired another barrage of Death Fingers.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
Gray