Black Beetle can also be regarded as a mentally enhanced esper. Even though he has no talent in sensor observation, he does have basic common sense.
If his own induction observation can meet the standards of "transparent and bright" and "unobstructed", it would be great. The problem is, when he becomes the object of being sensed and observed, with everything leaking out from top to bottom, and every detail inside and outside his body and mind is revealed... then he is going crazy!
This is how the Black Beetle feels now.
From a realistic and understandable perspective, Ronan's face was right in the palm of his hand, and he could rip off the kid's face if he reached forward just a little bit. But as soon as that "unobstructed" feeling came out, he felt that his home was open to wind from all sides, and he couldn't suppress the feeling of weakness, which instantly spread throughout his body.
what happened?
In a short period of time, it was difficult for Black Beetle to figure out this sudden change. Through the gap between his palms, he could only see Ronan's blood-soaked eyes. The pupils were slightly dilated, unfocused, motionless, and seemed a little dull.
As soon as this judgment came to his mind, Ronan's eyes moved. The scattered light gathered slightly, and a faint light met his eyes.
The shimmer is like a needle and the penetration is like silk.
If a slight acupuncture force is applied to a place with thick skin, it will hurt at most, but if it penetrates the eyeball, the heart, or the brain, the consequences will definitely be different.
That's how Black Beetle feels.
The state of being "riddled with wounds" cannot provide any protective effect, but the power of the acupuncture is unimpeded, attacking the weak and weak, and causing a stir in his weakest and fatal position!
In an instant, the pain was like thunder, exploding in the brain, spreading rapidly and getting out of control.
The black beetle howled in pain, its eyes almost protruding from its sockets, its vision was black and red, and its senses were in chaos. The instinct in his heart was filled with fear, but his years of fighting experience still drove him to muster up all his courage and reach out with all his strength, intending to take down the troublesome boy in one fell swoop.
Only one punch away...the poisoned nails just caught the air.
The blow missed, and the black beetle still rushed forward. Only then did he remember that he was in the process of a high-speed assault when he suddenly felt pain, sensory errors, and stress changes in his nervous system, completely messing up his body balance.
"Idiot!"
The forward-protruding palm finger scratched diagonally across the hard wall, and then the wrist bone hit the edge of the wall, followed by the impact on the head, face, and body.
Black Beetle's whole body was shot sideways against the wall of the elevator area. Under the impact of the severe pain, the body's reaction completely failed. It was really hit hard, without any buffer, and then slipped to the ground, with the sunglasses covering his face , also broke his leg.
Only then did the severe pain in his brain show signs of relief, but the after-effects of the impact on his fingertips, wrists, head, face, and torso continued to come again. Compared with the previous wave, the pain was nothing, but the humiliating feeling of "slapping the wall and falling to the ground" was like splattering sulfuric acid, pouring into his chest and then all over his head and face.
"I'll kill you!" The ablative heat spread, and the black beetle roared, pulling off the deformed sunglasses and crushing them with one palm.
Ignoring his still confused vision and poor sense of balance, he held on to the wall, struggled to stand up, swung his arms in a ventive manner, and controlled the beetles to fly in all directions. However, everything he did was in vain. Not even a hair on Nan's body was touched.
No, calm down, calm down!
Consecutive swings failed, and the emotions of rage and fear alternated. Finally, there was a trough for Black Beetle to catch. He tried his best to calm down and try to get out of his current terrible state.
He leaned against the wall and tried to call his temporary partner: "Those who handle strings, those who handle strings...fuck!"
Before the informant responded, the "needle-pricking" feeling came again. But this time it was not severe pain, but a muffled sound that came from nowhere.
No, it’s thoughts!
The black beetle hit the wall with its backhand, feeling both resentment and fear in its heart.
Those who have powerful souls and are proficient in corresponding methods can indeed transmit their thoughts to others unilaterally, but most of the time, they are in a "peaceful" state. In a real life-and-death battle, each other is tense and on high alert. This kind of unilateral indoctrination will definitely be subject to strong interference. It is almost impossible to ensure the integrity and accuracy of the information.
But now, the voice "ringing" in Black Beetle's mind, apart from some noise at the beginning, became increasingly clear:
"...Factor analysis, I've learned it."
Ronan's expression of thoughts continued from the topic they had "discussed" before, that is, "analysis of victory and defeat factors."
Black Beetle mentioned it, no doubt to mock Ronan and disturb his mind. Now, Ronan turned the topic upside down and stuffed it into Black Beetle's mind bit by bit:
"The winning factors and advantages I analyze are different from yours. You see:
“What I see you cannot see;
“What I know, you don’t;
“What I control is beyond your control;
"Where I am, you can't reach."
"Finally, I came to the conclusion that my advantage is beyond your poor imagination!"
The roughly neat sentence information shows the harshness of temporary splicing, but the vicious sarcasm in it penetrates layer by layer with the vague thoughts until it is branded.
There was a slight "click" sound, and the black beetle bit into one of the back molars. The next moment, his emotions splashed out along with the shattered teeth and the light of blood:
"I'll kill your ancestors eight generations ago!"
The rude curses and boiling blood could not drown out the bone-chilling chill in Black Beetle's heart. He knew very well that the thoughts projected by Ronan were not powerful, just wisps. But no matter how many ways he tried to resist and defend, it was difficult to interfere with it.
This wisp of thought came whenever it wanted, stayed whenever it wanted, and left imprints on his spiritual level wantonly, as if he was in a deserted place. It fits perfectly with the feeling of "transparent, bright, unobstructed".
The uncontrollable fear and shame were like two steel knives, one stabbed in and the other pulled out, taking turns to chop and chop his dignity beyond recognition.
If you apply a little more force, a little...
"Ding!"
The elevator's arrival signal sounded in his ears. At this time, Black Beetle's vision, which was confused by the severe pain, had recovered somewhat, and an afterimage flashed from the corner of his eye. After a while, the elevator door closed again.
At this time, Ronan was silent.
A series of detailed changes, like a hidden thread, were mentioned suddenly, causing Black Beetle's heart to tremble, and a certain thought came to him: If that kid can really kill me easily, why bother talking nonsense until his eyes are bleeding?
As soon as the doubt came out, Black Beetle couldn't even think about the next step. He staggered half a step, turned around and looked towards the elevator, but only saw the inner door of the high-speed elevator closing, and the box should have gone downwards.
His vision was still somewhat blurry, and he was looking around in all directions. In the empty elevator area and the building space that could be seen, where could there be any trace of Ronan?
That's right, add more force... There's something wrong with that kid's interference power. Pure mental shock is okay, but the method of directly penetrating and affecting the physical and spiritual structure may not be effective at all!
"What a fool!"
Black Beetle cursed again and hit the elevator door hard, but it only dented the metal baffle. The elevator floor display has begun to change.
Without hesitation, he shook his head vigorously, locked the fire exit on the outside of the corridor, rushed over in a few steps, knocked open the stairwell door, and jumped down from the narrow stair gap.
At the same time, he contacted his companions again: "The operator? You didn't say anything!"
"Hey, that kid is too yin, I almost choked to death in the water, and the person who got it almost lost it." The curse of the informant finally came back, "The protective spell of snake language is useless..."
"This is his last resort." Black Beetle gritted his teeth and said, "He ran out of energy and escaped! He must not last long. Keep an eye on the elevator, No. 15."
"Staring...stopped, 133rd floor!" In the crystal pillar, the manta ray ran "side by side" with the high-speed elevator.
The Black Beetle was not bad either. He used his elbow several times to make a flying figure and stopped exactly at the stairwell on the 133rd floor, then crashed through the door and exited.
In the elevator room, in front of elevator No. 15, there happened to be a white-collar worker waiting for the elevator door to open. It was he who interrupted the elevator's descent.
The white-collar worker was startled by the black beetle that suddenly burst out of the fire escape. As soon as he turned his head, the black beetle rushed in front of him like a phantom, reached out to hold his head and face, and slammed it against the metal door.
The white-collar worker immediately suffered a bloody head injury and fainted.
"Thanks for the help."
After spitting out the words without sincerity, Black Beetle grinned, but his face became more ferocious, and the aura on his body almost burned. The tie around his neck was like a living snake, sliding out of the collar of his suit. A certain beetle pattern on it squirmed and protruded inexplicably, turning into a real thing, crawling along the tie.
As soon as he sees Ronan, he will wrap his tie around him and stuff poisonous insects into his throat and eyes, whether he lives or lives!
The elevator controlled by automatic program does not care about the situation outside. After reaching the position, the elevator door opens automatically.
Black Beetle leaned forward and was about to activate.
However, the elevator car was empty and there was no one around.
No, there's another...paper figure.
This "work" that is only as big as a palm comes out of the same door as the two previous ones who were crushed to pieces by black beetles. It is also fearless. After pressing the elevator button, he stood upright on the wooden floor of the elevator car and put on a boxing stance.
"screw you!"
The "string of reason" in Black Beetle's brain was broken. He stretched out his palm, no matter how painful his palm was, he exerted force and crushed the paper man into pieces.
"He didn't go down, and went back to the viewing platform!" In the crystal column behind Black Beetle, the manta ray floated rapidly, and the informant gestured to him through the protective glass, indicating upward.
The most normal action, in the eyes of Black Beetle, is a huge irony. Even now, he hasn't really figured out what happened. He only knows that he was tricked by Ronan again.
Just as Ronan left a mark on his spiritual level with threads of thought:
What I see, you cannot see;
What I know, you don’t know;
What I control is beyond your control.
Where I am is beyond your reach!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The Black Beetle punched wildly and completely smashed the metal door of the elevator car out of shape. It could no longer close and was stuck in place. The dazzling alarm light came on. m.
