697. Apocalypse Descends

"Bang!"

Mystique knocked down the gunman guarding the electrical switch with an elbow strike, then immediately opened the gate and pulled down the switch!

At that very moment, several metal fragments flew through the air at high speed.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

The gunmen were knocked down one after another. The fragments easily pierced their skulls, spraying arcs of blood.

An upgraded version of Throwing Technique, the Tier 2 spell—Flying Projectile Control! It was similar to Magneto's method of killing people in the story, but the difference was that this spell could control not only metal. Any small object could be controlled and used to kill enemies at high speed.

When Mystique turned around, the arena was already in an uproar.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's going on?"

"The guards are dead! Who did this?"

"I have a bad feeling about this!"

Some spectators stood up and tried to leave, but others became even more excited, seemingly completely unafraid of death.

Blue Demon and Apocalypse, still inside the cage, were both wearing blank expressions.

More armed guards charged out through the side passage and immediately sealed off the exits, seemingly preparing to investigate the murderer. However, several tiny metal fragments pierced through their skulls like ghosts. In the darkness, they had no way to defend themselves.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!..."

As blood splattered, the guards fell one after another!

Angel swept a cold glance at his opponent. Their brief exchange had already proved that he could not beat this detestable brat, and in this arena, only life and death mattered. Now that he saw the high-voltage current to the cage had been cut off, he immediately opened the iron door and rushed out.

Staying here meant certain death!

But just after stepping out of the cage, while he was still rejoicing that the