Chapter 77 An Eye For An Eye
When Percy finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace from Jonathan’s mind.
Jonathan was terrified by what he had just heard from the founder of Crimson Onyx Sect. He could sense the torrents of history crashing down upon him, and he had no way of escape. In time to come, there would undoubtedly be scores upon scores of killings taking place, but he could not avoid them.
He still had questions concerning the Great Tribulation that went unanswered. What would cause those demons to come out in full force to face tribulations, and just what sort of chaos would occur?
There was a saying about how heroes were created during hard times. What role would he get to play in the foreseeable future?
Jonathan could not find an answer to all of his questions.
Whew!
Jonathan drew a long breath and opened his eyes at long last.
He was still in the alchemy furnace, and it was still pitch-black inside of it.
However, his body had recovered to its optimum state. A glint of determination flashed across his eyes as Jonathan launched a strong kick at the wall of the alchemy furnace.
Jonathan was at the level of Peak Neutralizing Force, and only a short distance away from becoming Immortal Level. He then channeled power to his fist. The combined force of his punch and kick amounted to one thousand kilograms.
Bang! Bang!
Jonathan landed two kicks in quick succession, causing loud echoes to bounce off of the wall of the alchemy furnace. A crack appeared at the spot he had been kicking.
He was incredulously strong.
The entire alchemy room echoed with the loud vibrations as if they were the chiming of a clock counting down the time to a forthcoming doom. Gabriel and his companions were struck with terror.
The former hurriedly got to his feet and retreated to the back. His eyes were filled with shock and confusion. He could not, for the life of him, figure out what had happened to Jonathan inside the alchemy furnace.
Inside the alchemy furnace, Jonathan was like a subdued Monkey King, but now, the Monkey King was ready to pounce.
Drake and Zachary were gripped by terror and felt fearful.
At the same time, they also wondered where Jonathan got his power from when he had been badly injured.
Bang! Bang!
Again, Jonathan landed two successive kicks at the same spot. Then, he aimed the Avtomat Kalashnikov at the exact same spot he had been kicking at.
As the area had already been weakened, the bullets immediately created a hole through it.
With a hole in the wall of the alchemy furnace, it was no longer impregnable. Jonathan continued to kick and punch the alchemy furnace. He relied solely on the powers of his leg and fist, then subsequently fired bullets at the broken wall.
Finally, Jonathan aimed right in the middle of the spot and landed a strong kick.
In the same instant, the wall of the furnace flew out as if it was a metal door.
Jonathan also sprang out at the same time the metal door flew out.
Drake and Zachary seized the opportunity while Jonathan was in the air to attack him.
For spiritual fighters in combat, being suspended in the air was what they feared the most.
In the air, it was hard for even the strongest fighters to manifest their power well as there were no focus points.
Drake lunged forward while Zachary slid out his revolver.
Only, this time, Jonathan’s rifle was even faster. He was just too powerful. The bullets swept across the area, forcing Drake and Zachary to beat a retreat.
Although the rifle was heavy, in Jonathan’s hand, it was no more than a feather.
Jonathan landed on the ground without further disturbance. Currently, his whole body was covered in bloodstains, and he had a murderous aura surrounding him.
Jonathan had been nursing a grievance for too long and now was his chance to fight back.
Gabriel and the other two looked as if they had just seen a ghost after witnessing what Jonathan did.
A cold gleam flickered within Drake’s eyes, and he immediately launched an attack at Jonathan. He moved extremely quickly as he knew Zachary would back him up. Just as he expected, Zachary whipped his revolver out in a flash and pointed it at Jonathan.
The two understood each other well, and their coordinated attack was executed flawlessly.
A cold glint passed through Jonathan’s eyes as he remained on the spot without moving. Suddenly, gunshots erupted from his hand.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
It was a combination of marvelous shooting skills and lightning-quick bullets.
He had fired six bullets at one go!
At such speed, only an automatic rifle could match up.
With other types of guns, even if they had the same speed, the bullets they fired would not have the same penetrating power.
Zachary was horrified. He had not been able to fire his revolver at all. When two bullets sped toward him, all he could do was dodge them.
It was also then that another four bullets headed for Drake aggressively. All dead men were reckless men. If it was just any other ordinary shooter, Drake would have cared less. However, Jonathan had both speed and amazing accuracy. He left no gaps of time between his shots, and he did not need to take aim.
Drake had no choice but to scurry about like ants on a hot pan. Like the movements of ants in the pan, he was rolling around on the ground, and he narrowly escaped the four bullets.
But before he could stand up again, a bullet came out of nowhere and hit him right on his neck.
This time, Drake was unable to dodge it.
Blood spurted out from his neck.
The sight was disturbing and cruel. Drake tried his best to stand up. He pressed a hand against his neck, but the blood did not stop gushing out. Fear crept into his eyes. He made an effort to speak but the sounds that came out sounded like his vocal cords had been destroyed. He was neither able to form proper sounds nor words.
Then, he fell to the ground and took his final breath.
Gabriel and Zachary dared not make a single move as Jonathan’s rifle was just too quick.
At present, the situation had been turned on its head.
Jonathan grinned at Gabriel, saying, “Gabriel, you were completely outwitted by a crafty fox. You did not expect that Master Yarrow would leave the Supreme Nascent Pill and this rifle for me in the alchemy furnace, did you?” As he finished saying this, he immediately corrected himself, “No, no, no, you’re the crafty fox, not Master Yarrow.”
A strange expression appeared on Gabriel’s face. Percy had come to his mind when Jonathan escaped. Many complicated emotions passed through him. Master Yarrow, I guess I was never a worthy enough opponent for you. You used Order Distortion to evade my Fortune Telling Spell. Otherwise, how could I not have foreseen your meddling with the alchemy furnace?
Although Gabriel was at a disadvantage, he was remarkably calm and quickly regained his composure. He replied indifferently to Jonathan, “So what? You dare to kill me?”
Jonathan chuckled. “It’s only because Amber’s life is in your hands. All right, I won’t kill you.” However, he suddenly fired his rifle.
Two bullets went flying straight into Gabriel’s knees.
Gabriel let out a groan and fell to the ground. His knees were covered in blood. He was in so much pain that his face turned pale, and he started sweating profusely.
He glared with intense hatred at Jonathan and barked, “You sneak! How dare you!”
Jonathan smirked and replied, “There’s nothing I don’t dare to do. Do you think you’re in the position to judge others?”
After he finished saying that, he turned to look at Zachary again.
Zachary caught sight of Jonathan’s expression and was immediately filled with fear.
Seeing that, Jonathan’s grin grew wider. He taunted Zachary, “Ace Shooter, you have a fast shot, don’t you? Come, come, let us have a little competition and see who can do it faster?”
Zachary answered quietly, “Whether firing speed or penetration ability, you are better than me at both. Even if you win, it’s not by martial arts. If you have the guts, let’s put our guns down and battle it out fairly with our bare hands.”
Jonathan tilted his head and thought for a while. A fighting spirit suddenly flitted through him and he agreed at once, “Sure, you put your gun down first.”
Zachary was pleasantly surprised and threw his revolver to the ground.
Bang!
At the very moment he threw his revolver, Jonathan fired a shot.
A bullet had been aimed at Zachary’s palm, and it pierced through it.
A small hole appeared on his palm as blood spurted out.
Zachary groaned in pain. His face turned sheet-white, and his whole body broke out in a sweat. He glared at Jonathan and angrily cried, “You’re despicable!”
Jonathan launched into a tirade. “I’m despicable? When you and Drake were after me, and you shot me with your gun, why didn’t you talk about fighting it out fairly then? You only mention it now when you’re at my mercy. Do you think you’re the father of impartiality? Get lost.”
Zachary was rendered speechless.
By this time, Jonathan had full control of the situation. He fired yet another shot, but this time it was at Zachary’s knee.
The shot was nasty.
It would leave the victim crippled for life, untreatable by even the best medical technology.
Zachary and Gabriel had both become crippled. Jonathan was not a softhearted person. Once he had the upper hand, the other party had no chance of making a comeback.
Zachary dropped to the ground in pain after getting hit by the bullet.
Jonathan walked briskly over to Zachary and suddenly slapped him.
Ten slaps in total – the same number that Zachary had given him.
Afterward, Zachary’s face was swollen like a pig’s head. In addition, his mouth was full of broken teeth.
However, Jonathan was still dissatisfied. He took another kick at Zachary, throwing him out.
Jonathan was never a magnanimous person. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth – that was Jonathan’s motto.
After Jonathan was finished with Zachary, he turned to Gabriel. “Hmph! Weren’t you so full of yourself? Carry on!” He similarly meted out ten slaps to Gabriel.
Zachary slapped Jonathan because of Gabriel’s orders. Thus, he had to avenge himself.
After ten slaps, Gabriel’s head also became swollen like a pig’s head.
Both Zachary and Gabriel were currently covered in blood from head to toe, and their heads were like pigs. They cut a sorry sight. It was a striking contrast with their previous swagger and impudence.
Jonathan was finally appeased after he did all that. He grabbed Gabriel by his hair and asked, “Where’s my friend?”
Gabriel’s eyes held an unspeakable hostility, and hostility together with hatred made for a chilling combination. He kept quiet and merely stared at Jonathan.
However, Jonathan was unperturbed and immediately handed him another heavy slap.
It resulted in Gabriel’s mouth bleeding.
Jonathan snarled, “Gabriel, my fuse is short. If you want to continue playing games with me or being stubborn, it’s fine. I still have a hundred and eight torture methods remaining. If you think you can handle them, continue keeping quiet.”
Gabriel suddenly burst out in laughter.
His laugh was eerie and made one’s hairs stand.
It was a psychological tactic.
Jonathan was unbothered. He merely shoved the barrel of his still-hot rifle into Gabriel’s mouth. He had a smile on his face as he said, “You find it funny, don’t you? Want to play psychological games with me, Gabriel? You thought you could scare me just because you know a few heterodox methods? When I was on a killing spree overseas, you were still a kid.”
Gabriel’s mouth was scalded by the heat of the gun, and he was unable to speak. Jonathan pulled the rifle out and repeated his question, “Will you talk, or will you not?”
Gabriel took in a deep breath and looked at Jonathan. “You will regret all that you did today.”
Jonathan was unfeeling in his reply. “Say another word and I’ll castrate you.”
