149: 48章 Clang!
_3 149: 48章 Clang!
_3 The destruction of the gun triggered all of Qiluo’s observational superpowers.
First, the gun shattered, followed by smoke.
Destroying the gun satisfied a precondition, the sa conditions needed to release her superpower, conditions such as firing, wind, explosion, or evading an attack prematurely.
There was only one solution he could think of.
Sound.
Winds carry noises, explosions create loud blasts, attacks displace air and also make noise, and crushing the pistol creates a sharp sound, while her white gun fires ultrasonic bullets invisible and inaudible to the human ear…
Dust Explosion’s true ability was to create explosible purple smoke through sound waves!
Her power was quite challenging.
Had it been before today, even if Gongsun Ce had understood the chanism of her power, he wouldn’t have had any good strategies.
But today, after he had read half of a reply letter…
Dust Explosion was even more powerless and more vulnerable in his presence than those ordinary citizens she looked down upon.
The young man with gray hair pointed upwards, and white text appeared in the air.
“Using the strength of a superpower as the criterion, believing oneself to be above others is not an uncommon thought.”
“Mr.
Gongsun, I often refute these people, telling them there’s sothing more crucial than superpower—like a sense of responsibility, justice, and a kind heart.
Of course, so people don’t listen, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
He produced a white brick in his hand.
A whitish substance, extrely hard.
“I’ve also deeply contemplated this issue.
If those who pride themselves on their superpowers lost them—”
Gongsun Ce tossed the brick up and down.
“Do they still have the right to show off in front of the ordinary people they disdain?”
Dust Explosion’s face instantly paled.
She hurriedly pushed Qiluo aside and decisively ran toward the edge of the rooftop.
To escape this dreadful man, she needed to get away from Demon first!
Milais felt genuine sympathy for this woman from his heart.
Having had one experience, he could already imagine what would happen next.
Unsurprisingly, he saw Miss Dust Explosion stiffly frozen in place, as if bound by invisible ghosts.
“Also, I’m curious.
If those who pride themselves on their superpowers are defeated by those sa superpowers—”
“Will they feel the emotions of those they disdain?”
“—!!!!!”
Dust Explosion scread sothing grotesquely, whether it was the struggle before defeat or furious cursing.
The three couldn’t hear her voice, and no one cared what she was saying.
The rooftop seed to host a codic mi show.
Gongsun Ce broke the brick into two pieces, one larger than the other, and handed them to Qiluo and Milais.
He pointed first at the back of Qiluo’s hand, then at Miss Dust Explosion’s face, now purplish with swelling.
Milais suddenly understood.
This kid was too kind-hearted to do sothing so crude.
He hid the brick behind his back and silently cheered for the pink-haired lady.
Qiluo’s reaction was different: she truly felt pain.
The usually gentle Miss Qiluo’s expression changed rapidly, vividly embodying “anger rising from the heart, evil growing from the gall.” With fierce montum, she lifted the brick and without a word, smashed it onto the wicked woman’s head!
Clang!
Gongsun Ce dispersed the Silence Symbol and rcilessly followed up with several invisible heavy strikes.
He gave an encouraging round of applause to the two “spectators” and rcilessly added,
“It seems you’re not as noble as you think, Miss Dust Explosion.”
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