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The real climax of the siege is coming!
A red light flashed in Hawke's eyes!
"too slow!"
He didn't dodge Zheng Duo'en's blade. Instead, he slightly turned his body, letting the blade graz his neck, leaving a trail of dazzling sparks!
At the same time, two beams of scorching red-gold light suddenly burst forth from his eyes—heat rays!
“Sizzle——!!!”
The terrifying high-temperature rays weren't aimed at the enemy, but rather precisely sliced through the massive steel structure about to fall from the sky, caught in the crossfire! Hundreds of tons of steel components were instantly melted and crashed down, landing squarely on the area where Zhao Xian's and Zhang's teams were concentrated!
..... ... ....
Boom!!! Smoke and dust shot into the sky!
Using the falling heavy objects to temporarily repel and divide most of the enemies, Hawke faces the dual-wielding woman and the nobleman who descends from the sky with countless psychic spikes!
Jung Da-eun's swordsmanship is ruthless and cunning; each strike carries the power to tear through steel and a strange shockwave.
The young master's telekinetic manipulation was even more masterful; the spikes seemed to have a life of their own as they tracked and shot at extremely insidious angles!
The two worked together seamlessly, their offensive like a storm!
Hawke weaved and darted through the narrow gap with incredible speed, each block producing a dull metallic clang!
More fluctuations began to appear on his body, indicating that he was absorbing energy.
Despite the seemingly perilous situation, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter!
"That's about enough!" Hawke sneered, taking a blow to the shoulder from the dual-wielding woman. The powerful recoil caused her hand to crack and her long sword to almost slip from her grasp!
At the same time, his eyes lit up again!
This time, the two terrifying heat rays, each as thick as an arm, were no longer cutting, but rather like two red-hot giant spears, carrying an aura of destruction that could incinerate everything, fiercely shooting towards the young master who was manipulating energy in mid-air!
"Try this!"
For the first time, the young master's cold pupils showed a violent fluctuation!
He clasped his hands together abruptly, and a massive, visible shield of psychic energy instantly materialized before him!
208 The King has dealt the cards! [Please give flowers and subscribe]
"boom--!!!"
The crimson-gold beam of light collided violently with the psychic shield!
An unprecedented energy explosion erupted in mid-air!
The violent shockwave spread outwards like a tsunami, instantly shattering the glass of all buildings within a radius of 100 meters!
The live stream was shaking violently, and the signal was interrupted at one point!
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, one could vaguely see the young master being slammed into the wall of a building across the street by the immense impact. The wall was dented and cracked, with rubble falling down in a flurry.
His eyes were wide open, blood kept gushing from his mouth, and a horrifying hole appeared in his chest, but it was slowly healing.
Hawke, his upper body bare and muscular, landed slowly and brushed off non-existent dust from his shoulders.
He surveyed the battlefield; the witches, torn apart, were struggling to rise from the rubble, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at him. "Five, six, seven."
The woman with the dual swords clutched her bleeding wrist, panting, and for the first time, fear appeared in her eyes.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” Hawke’s voice, now in a slightly cynical tone, echoed across the countless live stream cameras, “the party is over.”
He slowly raised his hand, pointing to the media helicopters circling in the distance, revealing a smile that was both dazzling and chilling to the bone of all his enemies:
"Dear viewers, please keep the live stream connected. Next, it's the 'King's' turn to deal the cards."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hawke's figure transformed into a blurry streak of light once again, and he charged towards the remaining witch troops!
The real hunt begins!
Billions of viewers around the world held their breath as their "King" staged a thrilling counterattack amidst the ruins of New York!
Hawke's women covered their mouths, their hearts pounding in their throats, but as they saw him gradually taking control of the situation, they slowly relaxed.
Meanwhile, at the headquarters in Europe, Ishikawa stared intently at the demon-like figure on the screen, his face ashen, and crushed the teacup in his hand.
“Hawk… Lane…” he squeezed out the name through clenched teeth, a hint of barely suppressed fear appearing in his eyes.
He felt as if he had kicked a titanium alloy steel plate.
Manhattan
Hawke's figure transformed into a bolt of lightning that tore through the air, deliberately crashing into the remaining witch hunters.
His previous concerns have vanished; now he is the true "king," unleashing his full power!
"boom!"
A witch who tried to withstand the attack with her psychic barrier was shattered by Hawke's punch, along with the barrier itself. She was smashed into pieces like a porcelain doll struck by a heavy hammer, and the shockwave swept away the nearby rubble.
"Zi la——!"
Heat rays are no longer tools for precise cutting, but rather a scorching torrent of destruction!
A thick beam of light swept across, instantly carbonizing the three witches who had just struggled to crawl out from under the collapsed steel beams, leaving molten scorch marks on the ground.
Speed! Power! Unmatched energy!
Hawke moved like a tiger among sheep, each movement creating a sonic boom, each punch causing a collapse, and each focus of his thermal vision a devastating pinpoint elimination.
Zhao Xian's team's precise firepower was like a tickle to him, and Zhang's team's collective telekinetic restraints were as fragile as paper under his energy absorption.
"Aaaaah! Monster!" A member of Zhang's team tried to use telekinesis to manipulate steel bars to form a cage, which reminded Hawke of the famous scene where a young Magneto tried to use metal to bind the Black King.
Hawke's eyes gleamed crimson gold once more, and the heat rays pierced through the caster's skull.
Despair spread through the witches' eyes.
This is not a battle, it's a one-sided massacre!
Their prized superpowers seemed utterly laughable and powerless before this shirtless man, who resembled a god or demon.
Hawke's gaze locked onto his target.
Jung Da-eun!
Despite her injured wrist, the hooded woman wielded her twin swords with impenetrable precision, attempting a final, desperate struggle.
In the original story, Jung Da-eun, the woman with two swords, died after her face was crushed by Koo Ja-yoon.
Hawke appeared to her side like a ghost, ignoring the blade tearing through the air, and his large hand precisely grabbed her spinning wrist!
"Crack!" A sickening sound of bone breaking rang out.
Jung Da-eun's left wrist was crushed, the long knife slipped from her hand, and the excruciating pain caused her to let out a muffled groan.
Another blade came slashing down, but Hawke flicked his finger!
"clang!"
Sparks flew as the specially made blade was flung away, spinning and embedding itself deeply into the wall in the distance.
Hawke's other hand swiftly grabbed her neck, lifting her off the ground...
The hood slipped down, revealing the pale, terrified face of a young woman.
"Ugh..." The feeling of suffocation made her struggle, but Hawke's hands were like cast iron.
On the other side, Zhao Xian looked at the two team members who had become corpses, gritted his teeth, and prepared to charge forward alone.
Hawke didn't flinch, but turned around, his eyes flashing with a crimson-gold light.
"Zi——!"
The heat rays swept precisely across Zhao Xian's legs!
With a scream, Zhao Xian instantly lost the ability to move. Her face was pale, and she gritted her teeth to stop herself from crying out. The witch's powerful regenerative ability, under the high temperature and heat rays, made her cells writhe with difficulty.
Hawke, carrying the struggling woman wielding two swords, scanned the entire area with his gaze.
Above the ruins, besides the young nobleman who was still struggling to repair the large hole in his chest inside the wall, there was Zhao Xian lying in the ruins with his legs severed, and Zheng Duoen, a woman with two swords in her hand.
The remaining witch test subjects were all killed, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and the acrid smell of charred corpses.
Media helicopters circled overhead, their cameras greedily capturing everything.
The world's audience held their breath, watching the man who stood tall like a god of war.
Hawke's voice echoed across the world via livestream: "Cleanup complete. Leave two alive for interrogation and to uncover the mastermind."
He shook Zheng Duoen in his hand, then glanced at Zhao Xian, who was trembling with pain on the ground.
Just then, a roar filled with extreme anger and pain rang out from the hole in the 4.8-sided building!
"Hawk-Lane!!!"
The young nobleman finally broke free from the constraints of the wall.
The horrific hole in his chest was healing at a visible speed, but his clothes were tattered, he was covered in blood, his handsome face was twisted and deformed, and his eyes were bloodshot. He no longer had any of the elegance of a "noble young master," but only the ferocious beastly aura of someone who had been thoroughly humiliated and severely injured.
"I want you dead!!!" he roared, shoving his hands forward violently!
boom--!
The immense psychic power, far exceeding anything seen before, was like a tangible tsunami, carrying fragments of the building's shattered walls, twisted steel bars, and even entire concrete floors, forming a destructive torrent that blotted out the sky and crashed violently towards Hawke and the prisoners beneath his feet!
He's going to crush them all!
209 Cao Pi's wife enters the vegetable garden—Zhen Ji pulls vegetables
Faced with this devastating attack, Hawke's eyes remained unmoved, only showing a cold mockery.
He didn't even change his posture; his grip on the woman with the twin swords remained steady.
Just as the torrent of psychic power was about to engulf everything, Hawke took a step forward.
Ripples formed in the air; the violent psychic attack, like a tamed dog, lost all its destructive power before Hawke and flowed entirely into his body…
The next moment, Hawke disappeared from sight.