Chapter 222 - Isaac's Perfect Shot.
''Enough!'' King Klaus' eyes, underneath the mask, glowed in red, and another heat vision was about to be unleashed.
But then, Isaac grabbed his face and turned it to the side.
*SWOOSH*
The heat vision was unleashed, but it hit nothing except dozen trees in the distance.
*BAM!*
Once the heat vision ended, Isaac once again punched at the mask, and this time King Klaus' nose broke!
''Agghh!'' King Klaus felt a slight pain in getting his nose broken and wasn't prepared for it.
He hasn't felt any pain in a long time, but because everyone can feel 1% of the pain during the tournament, he felt pain for the first time in a long time!
''ENOUGH!'' King Klaus grabbed Isaac's arms and threw him away!
Isaac rolled on the ground several meters and anxiously stood up. He felt frustrated at the obvious strength difference, and he was getting desperate to increase his strength, but nothing worked!
King Klaus stood up with cracks on his mask; he cracked his neck and was about to go after Isaac, but then saw a musket rifle lying on the snow ground.
It was Isaac's musket rifle.
He grinned and rushed towards the musket rifle, but suddenly Isaac appeared and once again tackled him!
''Tsk!'' King Klaus kneed Isaac's torso and felt the strength of his tackle reducing.
He grabbed Isaac from his jacket and threw him away.
*Bam*
Isaac crashed to the ground and rolled on the ground with a notification popping up in front of him.
[-15 HP]
[HP: 5/420]
King Klaus grabbed the musket rifle and shouted, ''It's over, I have won!''
''Ptui!'' Isaac spat out the broken teeth and grabbed something from his jacket.
It was the Flintlock Pistol!
He aimed it towards King Klaus, who was aiming at him.
''Flintlock Pistol can't kill me.'' King Klaus said coldly and put his finger on the trigger.
Isaac's eyes looked fatigued, with a trail of blood trailing down from the side of his face.
Feeling the coldness and toughness of the Flintlock Pistol on his hand, he hoped that he could kill him, but he needed to be realistic.
His body trembled as he knew that the chances of survival were very minimal, maybe even impossible.
King Klaus knew it.
Isaac knew it.
He would need a miracle to win, and with only two of them in the snow forest, there was no place for miracles.
''I admit, you fought well, but the outcome was obvious from the beginning!'' King Klaus' fingertip touched the cold steel, ''You delayed the inevitable!''
Isaac's hand trembled, and the mental exhaustion was kicking in. He would want to go sleep on his warm bed and rest until all the exhaustion has been disappeared.
''You can proudly say in the forums that you managed to reach the finale, but in the end was destroyed by the player, who in the future will be called as Strongest.'' King Klaus proudly declared.
''It is an honor; your name will be remembered as the person who was too weak to stop King Klaus from becoming the strongest.''
Isaac gritted his teeth and thought with anxiousness, 'What can I do… Will I lose? Why is he stronger?'
'Is he stronger because higher level, or is he simply more skilled than I am… Or is it because of his overpowered skill?'
'Maybe because all of them…' Slowly, he lowered his arm, and King Klaus took that as a sign of surrender.
''Good choice.'' He grinned and was about to press the trigger.
But then, Isaac remembered something.
'Sniper's greatest strength isn't the bullet… What did he mean by that?' Once that thought crossed his mind,
His gray pupils dilated.
*CRACK*
Something inside his mind cracked.
Inside his brain and in the heart, transparent chains were seen.
They were slightly loosened, and nothing has changed on them, but now… Something spectacular happened!
A very miniature crack appeared on the chain's surface.
But, that simple crack allowed the bright light to escape.
Soon, the cracks disappeared as the chains fixed themselves, but that alone allowed a little bit of the bright light to escape!
The bright light fused with Isaac's cells and bones, while the kaleidoscopic light fused inside his brain.
''Haahh…'' A puff of cold air left his mouth, and Isaac noticed something strange.
He saw how the snow was melting away bit by bit.
He saw King Klaus' nails having a tinge of black, resulting in misfiring his gun several times.
Also… Inside the musket rifle's barrel, he could see the bullet.
His eyes widened in shock, and his arm, which was lowering, stopped.
King Klaus' slowly blinked, and his finger was starting to squeeze the trigger, but everything was happening in slow motion.
Isaac raised his arm and aimed the Flintlock Pistol straight towards the musket rifle.
Without letting King Klaus make the first move, he pressed the trigger.
*BANG!*
The bullet left the barrel and started flying straight towards the musket rifle.
King Klaus had the first signs of panic, and his finger slowly squeezed the trigger.
*BANG!*
Once he managed to squeeze the trigger, the Flintlock Pistol's bullet was already in front of the musket rifle.
King Klaus' face showed panic, and he tried to move out of the way but would never make it in time.
The Flintlock Pistol's bullet flew perfectly.
The snowflakes that appeared on the way were blown to pieces.
While the musket rifle's bullet still hasn't left the barrel.
Soon, the Flintlock Pistol's bullet arrived in front of the musket rifle.
Instantly, King Klaus realized that the bullet wasn't aimed at him!
The Flintlock Pistol's bullet perfectly flew inside the musket rifle's barrel, and soon, the two bullets inside the barrel collided.
*BAM!*
*CRACK*
The musket rifle cracked in half, and exploded into pieces!
King Klaus was hit by the aftermath and was sent flying backwards, while Isaac's musket rifle landed on the ground in thousands of tiny pieces.
Isaac lowered his arm and looked at his broken gun with emotion, ''I am sorry…'' His pained eyes became enraged as he saw King Klaus lying on the ground.
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