Chapter 86: Desperate Situation

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

A high-voltage electric field is formed at the speed of light, and the conductive particles in the body begin to move in a directed manner from the point of electric shock to the grounding point, causing chemical damage that is enough to destroy the molecular structure of cells, as well as powerful thermal effects that can burn the human body into charcoal.

It is basically impossible for ordinary people to escape from such an attack.

However, just like taking 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 fatal damage to the human body.

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

but…

"This is enough!!"

At the moment when the electric current began to riot in his body, Victor's face once again showed that disdainful smile:

"Red Beacon, flick this cable for me!"

The next moment, the red arrow suddenly stretched out from Victor's back.

The cable was like a ship guided by a lighthouse. It flew along the direction of the arrow and into the empty air behind it.

Then, the circuit connection was interrupted, and the conductive particles that had just been excited in Victor's body also came to an abrupt stop.

Finally, the cables bounced free and fell helplessly to the ground.

Although the blue-white light from the broken cables was still terrifying, it could now only be used to burn the cement on the floor.

"W-what?"

Mista's face froze instantly.

He was only handsome for less than a second before things started to take an unexpected turn for the worse.

"Haha, are you surprised?"

After Victor flicked off the cable, he immediately took a step forward.

Until then, the slight numbness caused by the electric current stimulation in his body finally occurred in his brain "belatedly" due to nerve delay.

“Tsk tsk…”

"I'm impressed by your ability to attack me with electric current."

"But you are still too young!"

Victor walked two meters away from the dangerous cable and then explained with a smile:

"Indeed, I have no way of controlling the direction of the things in my body, and I have no ability to be immune to the attack of electric current."

"But if we can't control the current, can't we control the cable?"

"Don't forget..."

"That cable fell from the ceiling!"

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

He casually moved his slightly numb shoulders and back:

"Just like the force that bounced off your fist before."

"I just need to change the direction of the 'force' on the cable, and the 'force' will carry the cable away from my body."

For Victor, the electric shock is indeed equivalent to the kind of "real damage" that cannot be defended against.

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

"Oops, that was a mistake!"

Mista finally realized the huge loophole in his plan:

He is not an electric shock user who can discharge electricity into the void. If he wants to attack the enemy 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 a fist.

As long as he tried to connect a charged object to Victor, the object would definitely carry kinetic energy due to its movement, generating a "force" whose direction could be manipulated by the other party.

“Damn it…”

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

At this moment, despair struck my heart again.

The counterattack failed completely, and the electric shock was completely ineffective...

He is like a mobile game player who has finally spent money to get enough equipment for his character, only to find out that the crappy planner has directly released a new version to cut his money. No matter how hard he tries, he will never be able to grasp the victory that seems to be just around the corner.

There is no doubt that this is a desperate situation.

But Mista had already realized something.

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

"Think, don't stop thinking!"

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

Mista struggled to suppress the fear in his heart and tried his best to think of a way to fight back.

At this time, Victor had already approached, and with his teasing eyes, he was destroying Mista's last will:

“Your performance was brilliant.”

"Unfortunately, that's all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he punched Mista.

Because of the existence of the red beacon, his ability in hand-to-hand combat is invincible.

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

"Tsk...want to run away?"

Looking at Mista who was retreating in a hurry, Victor curled his lips in disdain:

"It's really troublesome that I can't use a gun against a guy like you."

"But if you want to take advantage of your immunity to ranged attacks and run away from me with just one leg, you are totally wrong!"

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

As he spoke, Victor pushed the ground hard and leaped up in a very ordinary running posture.

At the same time, a red arrow quietly appeared under his feet.

The reason why people can run is that when they push the ground with their feet, the ground exerts a reaction force on the human body forward and upward.

This reaction force is also an "external attack" whose direction can be controlled by Victor.

“The skill of high-speed running lies in adjusting the body posture to maximize the effect of the reaction force on the 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's figure shot out like a cheetah.

As a professional killer, although looks skinny and weak, his inner muscle strength is actually no less than that of an athlete who has undergone years of training.

Coupled with precise control of the reaction force, he demonstrated sprinting skills that were even better than those of an Olympic champion.

Mista was powerless to resist.

He only ran back two or three meters before Victor caught up with him from behind.

Then, there was a punch that was absolutely unstoppable and could not be blocked.

"ah!"

Mista spat out blood again and then fell to the ground.

His head hit the hard concrete floor hard, blood gushing out.

Victor was like a cat teasing a mouse. Without waiting for Mista to lie down steadily, he kicked out with a powerful shooting posture, hitting the fragile and soft abdomen heavily.

Another scream.

Mista was like a spinning top that was hit hard. It rolled straight on the ground for several circles before it stopped .

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

"Do you still have the strength to stand up?"

Victor was slightly surprised.

He is a professional killer, and every move he makes is deadly.

Putting aside the "counter-injury" that Mista had inflicted upon himself earlier, he had just thrown a powerful punch with an accelerated run-up to the back of the neck, which was considered a vital part, and then kicked with all his strength at the chest and abdomen, where important organs were concentrated.

If an ordinary person were hit like this twice, he would probably have internal bleeding and a broken spine.

Not only did Mista not lose his ability to move, but he also stood up again tenaciously.

“Just like cockroaches.”

“Disgusting.”

Victor's expression was full of disgust:

"You are so weak yet you still refuse to die... It's disgusting!"

“Cough cough cough…”

Mista suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and adjusted his breathing with difficulty:

"Cockroach, weak? Haha..."

"This kind of 'weak' thing has never been defeated by a 'powerful' human being."

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

"Now defeated..."