206: Reading changes your destiny

The King of Destiny suddenly swelled up, then rapidly shrunk, constantly changing between large and small.

As his body transformed, the King of Destiny turned into a bellows, and more and more black gas was squeezed out, gradually filling half of the corridor.

After their previous exchange, Pan Han knew the black gas was dangerous, so he pulled out a gas mask from his spatial storage and put it on tightly.

The King of Destiny saw this, a sneer playing on his lips, but then he slowed his attack and waved his large hand.

Under his command, the black gas slowly condensed into the shape of a wolf, lifelike and exuding killing intent!

"Holy crap! This is possible?" Pan Han thought his eyes were playing tricks on him and rubbed them before looking again!

It was indeed a black gas wolf!

Pan Han vigilantly stared at the black gas wolf in front of him, feeling the powerful killing intent and evil energy it emitted.

He knew he couldn't be careless now; facing such an enemy, he had to remain highly vigilant and calm.

The black gas wolf suddenly pounced on Pan Han, its speed astonishing. Pan Han quickly retreated, dodging the wolf's bite.

Pan Han didn't hold back either, firing bullets continuously, aiming for the black gas wolf's head and body, but the bullets passed through its body without causing any damage.

However, some bullets that shot through the wolf went directly towards the King of Destiny.

This old man was quite agile, constantly moving, dodging and blocking, so he wasn't harmed.

At the same time, the areas where the black gas wolf was pierced needed to re-condense the black gas, which slowed down its attack speed.

Pan Han had plenty of bullets anyway, so he wasn't stingy, holding down the trigger for a continuous barrage.

Although the black gas wolf and the King of Destiny weren't afraid of bullets, the surrounding walls and pillars couldn't withstand them.

A minute later, all three thousand bullets were fired, and this floor was riddled with holes.

Fortunately, the load-bearing pillars were sturdy enough, otherwise the entire building might have collapsed.

The King of Destiny was somewhat shocked to see Pan Han possess such powerful firepower.

He had initially thought he could easily engage in close-quarters combat with the black gas wolf, but he hadn't expected it to be repeatedly torn apart by machine gun fire.

Now, looking at him, the black gas had thinned considerably, and his body was even somewhat translucent!

Clearly, his power was greatly diminished!

Seeing his bullets run out, Pan Han casually tossed aside the machine gun and pulled out a grenade launcher from his spatial storage.

It seemed Pan Han had inherited a fear of insufficient firepower.

"Come on! Let me show you what firepower is!" Pan Han fired six consecutive shots at the old man, expending all his grenades.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

This time, it was the King of Destiny's turn to be unlucky. He had released a large amount of black gas earlier, leaving very little for his own protection.

In this round of bombing, he was actually injured.

His wound healing speed was also very slow.

"You actually have so many weapons! How did you do that? This is impossible!" The King of Destiny angrily pointed at Pan Han, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"This is impossible?" Pan Han threw away the grenade launcher and pulled out an invisibility cloak, putting it on.

Instantly, Pan Han vanished into thin air.

Using the smoke from the grenade explosions, he held an electric baton and charged straight for the old man.

Pan Han had roughly figured out the old man's secret: he had previously absorbed enough malevolent energy. He relied on these things for protection and to form the wolf.

But malevolent energy would eventually run out. Judging by the slowed healing of his wounds just now, there shouldn't be much left.

Going in for close combat now might present an opportunity. If not, he could retreat and use a shotgun.

Pan Han's mind raced, quickly reviewing his plan of action.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the old man's side and, with lightning speed, activated the electric baton and attacked.

Immediately, crackling sounds filled the air.

The black gas around the old man touched the electric arc and instantly recoiled, as if afraid of contact with it.

The old man was caught off guard and electrocuted, instantly convulsing all over, and some black gas escaped.

The small faces on his body showed expressions of pain, as if struck by lightning, or as if hot oil had been poured over him.

"That's right!" Pan Han secretly rejoiced when he saw the black gas's reaction.

There were no evil cultivators who weren't afraid of lightning!

It was indeed universal across the entire universe!

Pan Han had read so many cultivation novels before; his knowledge base was astonishing!

Therefore, reading changes destiny!

All students must study hard!

In case one day you transmigrate, you can also be a useful person!

"Bastard, you even have an electric baton!" At this moment, the King of Destiny's face was filled with fear.

Seeing that this move worked, Pan Han wouldn't give him a chance to react. He immediately took off his invisibility cloak and pulled out another electric baton.

"I'll let you know what a 'Double-Flowered Red Baton' is! Adada!" Pan Han suddenly shouted and attacked wildly.

The electric batons, crackling with arcs, whizzed and instantly enveloped the old man's entire body.

Pan Han wielded the electric batons with fierce momentum, sparks and lightning flying everywhere!

The King of Destiny had no other choice but to continuously block with his arms.

He even retracted all the black gas back into his body, figuring that if he released it, it would just be dispersed by the electric arcs, so it was better to save it for later.

However, this little trick couldn't fool Pan Han at all.

He had collected seven or eight electric batons on the ninth floor. He wouldn't run out of them anytime soon!

Pan Han adjusted the power to maximum, making the electric arcs longer. As long as it touched even a little, it could burn the old man's body.

A minute later, both electric batons ran out of power.

The old man chuckled and shouted, "Finally, it's my turn!"

With that, he immediately summoned black gas, preparing to attack.

But then Pan Han threw away the electric batons and pulled out two more!

Exaggerated!

Shocking!

This is just ridiculous!

Is this little brat some kind of monster too? How can he have an endless supply of equipment?

"Hehe, please call me the Electric Baton Prince!" Pan Han saw his expression and knew the other party was already dumbfounded, so he couldn't help but brag.

"Damn it!" The old man cursed furiously and turned to run!

He ran in front, and Pan Han chased behind!

The old man, with Pan Han, ran in circles around the central atrium of the seventieth floor!

Pan Han, behind the old man, continuously made jabbing motions with the electric baton!

Sometimes he could shock the old man's butt, and sometimes he could shock his back.

In any case, each time he was shocked, the old man would grimace, and one less small face would appear on his body.

Finally, after running seven or eight laps, all of Pan Han's electric batons ran out, and all the small faces on the old man's body were gone.

At this point, the old man's body had no good flesh left, covered in burn marks from the electricity.

His clothes were tattered, and even a large section of his hair was singed, making him look very disheveled.

"I say, stop running, I'm out of power!" Pan Han had been chasing for a long time and was also a bit tired, so he simply told the old man.

"Out of power? Why the hell didn't you say so sooner!" The old man heard this and finally slowed to a stop.

But when he checked his body, he was instantly enraged!

"Damn it, you're out of power, and my black gas is gone too! What's the point of fighting now?!" After the black gas was gone, the old man's temper seemed to have changed as well.

Before, he was a mysterious old man; now he had become a scruffy young man!

"Didn't you say that without black gas, it would be easier for me to clear the level? Well, how about it, hurry up and let me get my points!" Pan Han recalled what the old man had said at the very beginning.

As long as he didn't kill the supplicants, he would be very happy!

Now he wanted to see if he could be happy.

"Without black gas, I definitely can't beat you! Ahhh!! So angry!" When the old man spoke again, his voice was much more childish, as if he had become an ignorant youth!

"Uh! You've changed too much! Is that okay?" Pan Han couldn't help but ask.

"Waa! Waa! You bad uncle, you're so annoying, you electrocuted all my black gas away! I'm going back to tell mommy!" The old man spoke again, even starting to cry.

"Holy crap!" Pan Han was dumbfounded by the scene before him!

"Hmph, I'm not playing with you anymore!" With that, the old man clasped his hands around his own neck, twisted hard, and his head fell off.

Ding! Handband notification: 100,000 points credited.

Pan Han's points reached 620,780, instantly rising to first place!

"Holy crap! I overtook them?"