Supremacy Games

Solar Mist's eyes brightened up like new years eve fireworks at Felix falling down with his legs and hands flailing randomly. Yet, what delighted him the most was Felix's screams.

Zoe and the spectators all had their hands clutched above their heads, not daring to believe that Felix after everything he had been through in the game was actually going to die in such an anticlimactic manner!

Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!...

"What in the god's name am I even watching!!" gobsmacked, Zoe cried out loud at the sight of Felix getting covered by the dermal armor while falling mid-air towards the sharp spikes in the hole!!!

She wasn't the only one dumbfounded by the sight, as the spectators, Solar Mist and especially Pure Muscle all had their mouths agape as well.

Smash!

Felix, who appeared like a giant statue made of rocks, slammed into the sharp spikes, sending metallic sparks all over the place. Yet, nothing much happened except for that.

His body didn't get a single wound or even a scratch by those spikes. He was completely fine, which baffled him and Asna more than it did to the spectators.

'Felix, did you bribe that bushy guerrilla in the game hall? Or is he your long lost brother?' Asna asked in bewilderment.

'F*ck off, don't associate me with that guerrilla!' Felix lifted his heavy hand with cold sweat on his back. That was truly a close shave. He totally forgot about the traps laying everywhere.

Before, he was relying too much on his infrared vision to spot those traps and avoid them. But now, he was running full commando without it!

It was natural that he would activate a trap sooner or later. He just never expected that he would actually get saved by an ability thrown at him to kill him.

'Wait, why did it give me an armor instead of smashing into me?' He thought to himself.

When he was being chased by it, he assumed that it was an offensive ability, meant to deal damage to him. Yet, instead, it gave him a dermal armor.

What's the f*cking point?

This question was on everyone's mind actually and not just Felix. Especially Solar Mist, who was about to lose his shit at such a twist.

Who could blame him though?

Felix was 99% dead or at least going to get heavily wounded from the fall. But now he was standing on the tips of the spikes like he was standing on solid ground! Forget about saving him from the fall, the armor even gave him extra assistance to get out of the hole!

Before he could even insult the somewhat embarrassed Pure Muscle, he saw Felix jump like a rocket from the hole and land on its other side.

"Thank you for the armor, Mr. Muscle." Felix waved his hand in a playful manner and said, "I will wire you the agreed amount after the game."

"Till then! Bye-bye!"

Felix turned around and continued his escape with almost the same speed, like the heavy-weight of the armor wasn't troubling him at all.

Pure Muscle's eyebrows twitched at such a sight. It was obvious he planned to use this technique to capture Felix or at least slow him down. Yet, it backfired on his face in public view.

Solar Mist removed his glasses and tightened his grip until they broke. Yet, his murderous eyes never left Felix's back.

glance and snapped his finger. He didn't

and Solar Mist wasn't going to let himself be

ball? Solar Mist scoffed at what Pure Muscle said before. He messed up way harder than

Phew!

his feet and starting to unroll itself until it reached

covering the entire path, he could have just went around it. Sadly, he could only use his *Fire Carpet* ability to help him

brighter up with a red halo,

last unfriendly glance and sprinted on the fire carpet, reaching the other

Phew!

slowing down his speed, he snapped his finger and the fire

stared at his back with a vicious glint. He actually just got insulted in the same breath as those weaklings behind him. He would rather prefer having getting insulted alone than being treated like

look he had was replaced with an indifferent one,

gut feeling was warning them to do the exact opposite. Yet, it honestly didn't even matter if

under others, but what could they do? If they disagreed with his wishes, he could easily ask the Queen to pop off their brain, on the

gripped the head of one of

eyes of the spectators, he hurled the player

Thud! Crack!

The sound of his bones breaking was still resounding in the ears of the mortified

your landing won't be as nasty as him." Pure Muscle showed him a

YOU DEMO... AAAAAAA!!!" Before Bloodish Eyes finished saying his piece, he got thrown in the air as

Thud!

"Argh!"

the motionless body of the first player. That softened the landing

Muscle said, smiling. His anger was completely vented

hole.

Thud!

feet and sprinted on the clustered sharp spikes before jumping out

pulled the conscious player by his collar and chased after the rest. His rocky hand gripped the poor lad so tight, his neck

player said letter by letter

after realizing

him a threatening look and continued his

way he would be able

Bloodish Eyes murmured softy behind Pure Muscle. He didn't

know how to find them?" Pure Muscle suddenly stopped and ordered, "Don't answer that, just

get the chance to brag about his tracking ability before he

slumped shoulders, the player changed direction and sprinted with his head

was upset. But in reality, the player was actually following red bright footsteps that only

...

that guerrilla took my armor away!' Irritated, Flix cursed in his mind while looking behind

was approaching him rapidly, as he kept surfing on a carpet made of flame. He wasn't walking or

expanding in front and withdrawing from

at once! There was no way in hell that flame carpet was able to do that by

it just now, instead of before, made it even obvious that it