You don't really think I'm going to have to cast spells with my hands, do you?

The Transcendent condescended to admire Rudolph's surprised expression, and as he spoke, several fist-sized pocket fireballs appeared in front of him like ghostly fire, circling around him like celestial bodies orbiting the stars, making irregular motions around him.

So, let's stop there.

Then, as if receiving an order, the fireball surrounding the transcendent seemed to have received an order, dragging a long tail flame towards the young nobleman lying on the ground!

Oops!

The moment he saw the fireball appear, Rudolph realized that something was wrong, although he had considered in advance the possibility that the other party still retained a certain degree of extraordinary strength, but the extraordinary strength shown by the other party at this moment exceeded the young nobleman's expectations, he wanted to dodge, but the metal fragments embedded in his abdomen made him feel powerless, and he could only watch the pocket fireball fly towards him.

In a flash of thought, he made a decision that was not very wise.

He squeezed his near-exhausted physical strength, endured the pain of the torn abdomen, raised the weapon in his hands with both hands, and

Throw the nail gun out.

Good! The trickiest thing is solved.

The transcendent saw the scene of him throwing the nail gun with all his might, and the corners of his mouth once again showed a smile of successful conspiracy.

Then the pocket fireball that was originally flying towards Rudolph turned around and hit the nail gun flying in the air in a strange arc.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the next second, a series of muffled explosions echoed in the room, and one after another explosions and fireballs converged to engulf the modified nail gun, and the flames containing excess magic energy in the burst fireball burst out with a high temperature of more than 1,000 degrees, and in an instant, all kinds of mechanism parts in the nail gun were incinerated inside!

Scammed!

The moment Rudolph saw the smile on the Transcendent's face, he realized that he had been deceived.

The opponent's target is their own nail gun!

And when this thought came to mind, he also realized something else at the same time.

The other party may not be as strong as he thought before.

From pretending to be incompetent and furious just now, to the act of smashing the steel nail with a small fireball in his calm and leisurely manner, it was all a foreshadowing to make him think that the other party still retained a considerable degree of extraordinary strength, so that he could take the initiative to hand over the trump card in his hand after that.

The Transcendent may indeed retain a lot of extraordinary power, but I'm afraid he doesn't have the confidence to take it down himself!

Realizing this, Rudolph felt remorseful because he had no weapon in his hand at the moment.

Smack!

The nail gun, with a layer of magical flames attached to its surface, fell to the ground with a sound that sounded like melted butter falling to the ground.

In less than a few seconds, the nail gun, which had been magically modified and put together, had become a lump of metal that had been softened by the high temperature.

When he saw that the biggest threat had turned into a pile of waste and could no longer threaten himself, the transcendent finally relieved his heart.

In fact, he is also in a bad state, not to mention the injuries on his body, but more importantly, these injuries on his body have seriously affected his control of extraordinary powers.

Deterioration in physical condition will affect mental strength, and a decrease in mental strength will lead to a weakening of control over supernatural powers, which will lead to less supernatural power that he can control. Of course, it is not impossible to forcibly control the extraordinary power before the injury, but if you don't do it well, you will be eaten by the extraordinary power that cannot be controlled, so this is the main reason for the decline in his strength.

He didn't make a pocket fireball to precisely control the power of the explosion, nor did he go so close to show his extraordinary strength to attack Rudolph in order to pretend to be forced, but he simply couldn't use saturated fire to break his hands and feet from a distance, and that's it.

He has no long-range attack methods, and his movement speed is slower than a snail due to crotch injuries, so if Rudolph is allowed to threaten him from a distance with a nail gun, he will be in a very disadvantageous situation afterwards.

Several more petite fireballs emerged from the Transcendent's side like ghostly fire, and as his mind moved, the miniature fireballs made of supernatural power turned into several firestorm meteors and flew towards Rudolph's hands, feet, and legs.

With the spiritual power attached to the opponent's body as a traction bridge, the fireball that shoots out is equivalent to being dragged towards the target, and if it is not blocked by other attacks in advance, it is basically impossible to miss!

A cruel smile appeared on the Transcendent's face.

But at this moment.

Rudolph made a puzzling move.

I saw him take out a few silver-white bottles from his arms, stick them flat to the ground and roll them out.

Goo knock goo knock!

The oval-shaped, silver-white bottle came close at a rapid pace with the sound of metal colliding with the ground as it rolled

The distance between him and the other party was only four meters after all, so before he was about to be hit by the pocket fireball, the metal vial had already rolled to less than two meters away from the transcendental.

What does he want to do?!

This series of abnormal behaviors suddenly alerted the transcendent who had already suffered a loss, and he still remembered the lesson he had learned from taking it lightly, the standing posture of the inner figure and the elbow turned outward, which was the lesson of blood.

So this time, he won't give the other party a chance.

With his current physical state, it is probably impossible to retreat and dodge, so the transcendent chose a more extreme and trusting method to deal with it.

Since it's something of unknown origin, wouldn't it be nice to blow it up with extraordinary power?

I have to say that his idea is very simple and extraordinary.

It's not just him, it's not just the transcendents of Night City who have such a mindset, almost including the vast majority of transcendents in the main world, when faced with many difficult problems, they all think about it first and try to see if they can solve it with extraordinary power, right? Such an idea, and then solved the problem in the simplest and crudest way with supernatural powers.

Come back!

The transcendent let out a loud shout and at the same time the spiritual power extended out, leaving a spiritual power imprint on the bottle that was rolling towards him, and those fireballs that were about to hit Rudolph immediately stopped the trend of flying forward as if receiving a message, abandoned the target in front of him, and immediately turned around and collided with the bottle that rolled towards the transcendental!

Then, the explosion happened.

The fireball exploded, and the magic energy flame scorched the alloy on the surface of the cylinder, causing a fatal gap in the high-pressure sealed cylinder.

Then the gas cylinders also blew up.

The metal fragments melted into liquid under the flames of more than a thousand degrees of magical energy, but this was only the beginning of the disaster.

Although the magic energy flame melted these explosive metal fragments into liquid, under the strong pressure generated by the explosion of the gas cylinder, it turned into a deadly metal jet, turning into a series of scorching liquid arrows that shot out in all directions, and unfortunately, the first person to face this deadly metal jet was the transcendent himself who indirectly caused all this.

This time he was proud

Before he could scream, another jet of metal shot out, striking him in the middle of the eyebrow.

The hot metal jet burned his skin and flesh into charcoal in an instant, and then melted through his skull unabated, and the hot molten alloy iron was injected into his cranial cavity to melt the brain tissue instantly, and then the gradually cooled molten alloy slowly solidified and turned into a small piece of twisted alloy that remained in his cranial cavity forever.

The transcendent was gone, and he walked peacefully, feeling no pain at all, except in the last moments, except for the boundless fear he felt.