Desperation Within Desperation

The severed cable had touched Victor's back due to his carelessness.

The high-voltage electric field forms at the speed of light, and conductive particles in the body begin to move directionally from the point of contact to the grounding point, producing chemical damage sufficient to destroy the molecular structure of cells, as well as a powerful thermal effect capable of roasting the human body into charcoal.

For most people, there is virtually no chance of survival after such an attack.

However, just like ingesting a deadly poison won't kill you instantly.

Although the electric field is formed at the speed of light, it takes a certain amount of time for the flowing conductive particles to cause sufficiently fatal damage to the human body.

This time is very short, maybe only half a second.

But

"That's enough!!"

The instant the current began to surge through his body, Victor's face once again revealed that disdainful smile:

"Scarlet Pointer, snap this cable away!"

The next instant, the red arrow suddenly shot out from Victor's back.

Like a ship guided by a lighthouse, the cable soared into the empty air behind it, following the direction of the arrow.

Then, the circuit connection was interrupted, and the conductive particles that had just surged within Victor's body came to an abrupt halt.

Finally, the cable, which had been snapped open, fell limply to the ground.

Although the crackling blue and white light from the cable break is still terrifying, it can now only be used to heat the cement on the floor.

"Wh-what?"

Mista's face froze instantly.

He had only been looking cool for less than a second when things started to take an unexpected turn for the worse.

"Hehe, are you surprised?"

After Victor deflected the cable, he immediately leaped forward.

Only then did the slight numbness caused by the electrical stimulation finally appear in his brain belatedly due to the delayed effect of nerve stimulation.

"Tsk tsk."

"You've really impressed me by thinking of using electricity to attack me."

"But you're still too green, kid!"

Victor moved two meters away from the dangerous cable before explaining with a smile:

"Indeed, I have no way to control the direction of what's inside my body, and I have no ability to be immune to electric current attacks."

"But if you can't control the current, can't you at least control the cable?"

Don't forget.

"That cable fell from the ceiling!"

"This means that when it touched my body, it still retained kinetic energy converted from gravitational potential energy!"

He casually moved his slightly numb shoulders and back:

"Just like how the 'force' on your Riot Games was deflected before."

"If I just change the direction of the 'force' that exists on that cable, that 'force' will pull the cable away from my body."

For Victor, the electric shock was indeed equivalent to that kind of "True Damage" that could not be defended against.

However, the process of throwing the cable at him was undoubtedly a "physical attack" that could be absolutely defended against.

"Oh no, this is a miscalculation!"

Mista finally realized the huge flaw in his plan:

He's not some kind of electric shock master who can discharge electricity in the void. If he wants to attack enemies with electricity, he must use charged objects to attack indirectly.

Apart from being "charged", this charged object is essentially no different from a bullet or Riot Games.

As long as he tries to connect a charged object to Victor, the object will inevitably carry kinetic energy due to its movement, generating a 'force' that can be manipulated by the other party.

"Damn it."

"Isn't this still 'invincible'?!"

At that moment, despair washed over me once again.

The counterattack failed completely; the electric shock was utterly ineffective.

He's like a mobile game player who finally maxes out their character's equipment only to find that the game developers just release a new version to fleece them. No matter how hard he tries, he can never grasp that victory that seems so close yet so far.

Without a doubt, this is the most desperate situation of all.

But Mista had already come to his senses.

Even in such despair, he did not give up searching for hope:

"Thinking, we must never stop thinking!"

"As long as the brain can still function, there is still hope!"

Mista struggled to suppress his inner fear, racking his brains for a way to fight back from the brink of defeat.

At this moment, Victor had already closed in, using his mocking gaze to crush Mista's last shred of will:

"You did a fantastic job."

"Unfortunately, that's all there is to it."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he threw a punch at Mista.

Because of the presence of the Scarlet Pointer, his ability in hand-to-hand combat is virtually unmatched.

Mista had no way to fight back and could only stagger backward to protect himself.

"Are you trying to run away?"

Watching Mista retreat in panic, Victor curled his lip in disdain:

"It's indeed a bit troublesome that we can't use guns to deal with you."

"But if you think you can take advantage of your immunity to ranged attacks and run away from me on one leg, you'd be making a big mistake!"

"Unfortunately, I am also very confident in my running 'techniques'."

With that, Victor pushed off the ground with one foot and leaped into the air in a very ordinary running posture.

At the same time, a red arrow quietly appeared at the bottom of his feet.

The reason why people can run is actually because when they push off the ground with their feet, the ground exerts a reaction force on the body in the forward and upward direction.

This reaction force can also be considered an "external attack" whose direction can be manipulated by Victor.

"The key to high-speed running lies in adjusting your body posture to maximize the propulsive effect of the reaction force on your body."

"And I can precisely adjust the direction of the reaction force, so that it and my body can achieve the most perfect coordination!"

Victor shot out like a cheetah.

As a professional assassin, although he looks thin and weak, his internal muscle strength is in no way inferior to that of athletes who have trained for many years.

With his precise control over reaction force, he demonstrated sprinting skills that surpassed even those of Olympic champions.

Mista was powerless to resist.

He had only run back two or three meters when Victor caught up with him from behind.

Then came a Riot Games that was absolutely unstoppable and could not be stopped.

"Ah!"

Mista coughed up another mouthful of blood and then collapsed to the ground.

His head slammed heavily onto the hard concrete floor, and blood flowed out.

Victor, like an old cat toying with a mouse, didn't wait for Mista to settle down before launching a powerful shot, striking Mista's vulnerable abdomen with a heavy blow.

Another scream rang out.

Mista rolled several times on the ground like a spinning top that had been hit hard, before finally coming to a stop by crashing into the rim of a car.

He groped for the car's wheel, wiped the blood that kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, and staggered to his feet.

"You still have the strength to stand up?"

Victor was slightly surprised.

He was a professional assassin, and every move he made was deadly.

Putting aside the "reverse injury" that Mista had brought upon himself, he had just delivered a powerful punch to the back of the neck, a vital area, with a running start, followed by a full-force kick to the chest and abdomen, where vital organs are located.

Most people would probably suffer internal bleeding and a broken spine after being hit like that twice.

Mista not only did not lose her ability to move as a result, but she also stubbornly stood up again.

"Just like a cockroach."

"It's disgusting."

Victor's expression was full of disgust:

"So weak yet unwilling to obediently accept death. It's disgusting!"

"Cough cough cough cough."

Mista coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to catch his breath.

"Cockroaches, weak? Ha!"

"This kind of 'weak' thing has never been defeated by 'powerful' humans."

He raised the revolver, the one he had held tightly in his hand even as he was brutally beaten and trampled upon:

"Now they've been defeated."

It was actually you!