Chapter 117: Dragon Might

Chapter 117: Dragon Might

Bang!

The brass-colored bullet crossed half the bar, shooting toward the body of the Silver-Tongued, Misor King.

Yet just as it was about to hit, Misor’s brown eyes suddenly turned deep and dark.

The bullet abruptly curved, angling slightly upward, and accurately struck a glass filled with golden beer.

Amid a sharp crash, the glass instantly shattered, flinging liquor in every direction.

At the same time, Misor grabbed the cup belonging to the patron beside him, spread his arms, snapped his forearm, and hurled it toward Klein.

What is the point of that? Klein merely shifted slightly to the side and dodged the glass, letting it smash into the wall and shatter.

By then, the Silver-Tongued Misor had rolled and scrambled toward the entrance to the underground area, trying to get inside and either find help or escape through a secret passage.

He had already made an initial judgment: that unfamiliar and insane adventurer was very likely the attacker who had disguised himself as Elaine, boarded the Black Death, and tried to assassinate Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy.

And the fact that the attacker had nearly succeeded made him understand that, one-on-one, he was no match for this man!

This was a pirate admiral-level powerhouse!

Thud, thud, thud! Klein chased after the Silver-Tongued Misor at high speed.

His figure was swift and agile. Even in such a chaotic bar, he did not step on anyone.

Seeing the guards of the underground area approach with revolvers in hand, seeing Misor King about to pass through the entrance, and seeing the bar’s surrounding guards converge, Klein did not hesitate. He suddenly clenched his left hand.

His black glove was instantly covered in fine, dark-gold scales. His dark-brown eyes abruptly paled, as though vertical pupils had appeared within them.

Immediately afterward, an invisible wave swept outward from him in all directions.

Wherever the wave passed, the patrons crouching with hands over their heads went limp and trembled. The military contact, Urs Kent, also clearly lost rationality, as though he had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world and only wanted to flee from this place.

The bar guards closing in suffered the same fate. Great terror seized their hearts, and they began running blindly in all directions, creating even greater chaos.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The guards at the underground entrance dropped their guns. Some rushed into corners and curled up. Some stood trembling in place, the crotches of their pants visibly darkening.

The Silver-Tongued Misor was struck as though by lightning. Terrified, he began circling repeatedly right at the entrance.

This was the Psychiatrist’s Deterrence, also known as Dragon Might, or Mass Panic!

It was currently Klein’s only area-of-effect control Beyonder ability.

At that moment, Klein’s high-speed sprint did not stop. In several quick steps, he had already rushed beside Misor.

At that exact instant, a scene naturally surfaced in his mind: Misor, who appeared to have fallen into extreme terror, suddenly lifted his head, twisted his waist, swung his arm, and blasted out his right fist straight toward Klein’s head.

Klein did not think. Fully trusting the danger premonition of a Clown, he immediately bent his back and turned his body to the side.

Almost at the same time, the Silver-Tongued Misor abruptly lifted his head. His brown eyes were dark and clear, with no trace of confusion.

At some unknown point, he had already broken free of Dragon Might’s influence!

This was beyond Klein’s expectations.

Bang!

Misor’s muscles bulged. His waist and back twisted, and his arm swung, launching a fist like a cannonball. But it failed to hit the expected target and instead struck the wall beside the entrance.

Crash!

Where his fist landed, brick and stone shattered. A spiderweb of cracks instantly formed around a large hole, and the entire bar seemed to shake.

That punch was far more powerful than a revolver…