Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality Chapter 913 460: Nearly Burned

Flying Eagle retreated two steps, clutching his chest, and almost couldn't stand upright with a muffled groan!

This Mantis was even more formidable than he had imagined. If things continued like this, he feared he would lose to him! What should he do?

Was he dood to die at the hands of his father's murderer instead of avenging him?

How could Flying Eagle resign himself to this!

At that mont, Flying Eagle suddenly rembered that there was still a Talisman Paper in the Brocade Bag Lin Beichen had given him. He hadn't looked before and didn't know if it would help at this mont.

Flying Eagle imdiately reached to take the Talisman Paper out of his pocket, but at this ti, Mantis lunged forward with a heavy punch aid straight at his face.

Flying Eagle swiftly dodged, rolled on the ground, and simultaneously pulled the Talisman Paper from his pocket.

He hurriedly unfolded the Talisman Paper, but just as he was about to see what kind it was, Mantis attacked him again.

Instinctively, Flying Eagle raised his hand holding the Talisman Paper to block the attack and precisely caught Mantis's fierce punch.

The mont Mantis's fist touched the Talisman Paper, a dazzling flash of lightning appeared on the paper.

Imdiately after, a surge of blue electricity rapidly coursed through Mantis's arm, filling him with excruciating pain.

Mantis's face instantly turned ashen, and he quickly withdrew his hand, cold sweat streaming from his forehead.

He was shocked beyond belief. What on earth was this boy holding? It could emit electricity. His arm now felt as if struck by lightning—both painful and numb, almost losing sensation.

Could this boy have mastered so sort of Demon Technique?

Flying Eagle watched Mantis clutch his arm in pain, feeling puzzled yet quickly realizing that the Talisman Paper from Lin Beichen was taking effect.

Seizing this rare opportunity, he clenched his fist and launched a fierce attack on Mantis.

Due to the intense pain in his arm, Mantis's reactions noticeably slowed, and Flying Eagle's punch landed heavily on his chest.

Mantis staggered back, feeling an indescribable bitterness rising in his throat.

Flying Eagle gave Mantis no chance to breathe, his attacks surging like waves.

Under the dual assault of severe pain and Flying Eagle's relentless offense, Mantis quickly found himself at a disadvantage.

Flying Eagle leaped up, delivering a powerful sweeping kick.

A chilling sound of a bone cracking echoed through the air.

"Ah!" Mantis scread in agony, a pained expression contorting his face, veins bulging on his neck.

Flying Eagle's kick landed right on Mantis's already injured arm, making him feel as if it had shattered.

Watching Mantis clutch his arm in agony, Flying Eagle's eyes flashed with a hint of satisfaction.

Thanks to Lin Beichen's Talisman Paper, otherwise it would have been him lying on the ground now.

He didn't expect the Talisman Paper to be so powerful, capable of summoning lightning. Could this be the Thunder Talisman often ntioned in TV dramas?

However, Flying Eagle had no ti to delve into this question. He resolutely stepped forward, rcilessly twisting and breaking Mantis's other arm.

"Ah!" Mantis scread again, dropping to his knees, both arms hanging limply at his sides.

With both arms incapacitated, Mantis could no longer resist.

He raised his pale face to look at Flying Eagle, forehead dotted with large beads of sweat.

Flying Eagle gazed at the kneeling Mantis, a gleam of ruthlessness in his eyes. Years of effort were finally about to pay off at this mont.

Now, he could finally avenge his father!

Flying Eagle kicked up Mantis's fallen pistol, caught it deftly, cocked it, and aid it at Mantis.

"Die!" Mantis looked up at Flying Eagle, face filled with terror. He tried moving his legs in an attempt to flee.

Even rcenaries once feared by many were filled with dread when facing death.

Despite knowing escape was impossible, he instinctively tried to struggle and seek any chance of survival.

"Bang!" A gunshot pierced the silence of the night. The bullet went through Mantis's chest, extinguishing all his hope.

Flying Eagle watched the now breathless Mantis, his eyes unable to hide his excitent.

He had finally avenged his father! At this mont, his heart was filled with complex emotions, but he had no ti to savor them.

His comrade Fla was still in danger, buying him ti to focus on personally avenging against Mantis while still engaging with those rcenaries.

So Flying Eagle swiftly grabbed the assault rifle from the ground and headed toward Fla's direction… anwhile, Fla, allowing Flying Eagle to personally kill Mantis and avenge his father, distracted the group of rcenaries with his gun.

He shot down the lead squad of rcenaries, but their numbers were vast, and Fla gradually beca overwheld, forcing him to retreat. He deftly dodged the pursuers, seeing a dark building ahead, he flipped inside and climbed onto the second floor, jumping in.

Inside the room, Fla navigated through the darkness. The room was sparsely furnished with just a table, two chairs, and a bookshelf, appearing to be a simple study.

Fla suddenly heard footsteps, hurriedly pressing against the wall to listen carefully to the commotion outside. The heavy rain had stopped, and he clearly heard the footsteps drawing closer, followed by the sound of a door being forced open.

The rcenaries had reached this point! Fla's heart tightened, unsure of what to do or whether Flying Eagle had succeeded. Even if Flying Eagle had succeeded, breaking out was no easy task, with thirty or forty opponents. Charging out directly was a losing battle. Could he only surrender?