Chapter 97: The Wizard's Abilities Are Beyond Your Imagination (Second Update)
Chapter 97: The Wizard's Abilities Are Beyond Your Imagination (Second Update)
In Harry Potter, wizards might seem less powerful, but that's mainly because the battles are between wizards themselves.
Many spells have counter-spells and can be countered.
If you think about it, many spells that seem trivial to wizards are extremely deadly to ordinary people or those who don't know magic.
Wizards have an endless array of spells. As long as they study and research, they can learn and create countless spells with various functions.
If you don't understand the profession of a wizard, engaging in combat with one will be a very uncomfortable experience.
You can never fully grasp the myriad of abilities they possess.
Some superhumans might be able to breathe fire, teleport, or become invisible, but they usually have only one ability. For a wizard, each spell can be considered a superpower.
Breathing fire: Fiendfyre, the advanced version of Incendio, the Path of Fire.
Invisibility: Disguise Charm.
Teleportation: Apparition.
Flight: The Flight Charm, invented by Voldemort.
Mind control: The Imperius Curse, and so on.
There are far too many to list.
Any superpower you can imagine, as long as you have enough magical knowledge, can be developed and created.
The only possible weakness of wizards is their inability to perform world-destroying super magic due to their bloodline limitations.
However, in terms of overall capabilities, Jerry, as a wizard, is currently the most versatile among all superheroes in the Marvel world.
And once the second Mini World is activated, he might learn even more new and more lethal magic, making his potential limitless.
"Your body is pretty tough, able to take quite a hit!"
Through the gaps in his wizard robe, Jerry saw the suit-clad man, who had been bitten by the Black Mamba, still struggling to get up and move towards him, attempting to attack. Jerry raised his hand:
"Snake Strike! Snake Strike!"
Two more Black Mambas appeared, one charging at the suit-clad man and the other at the slim youth still firing his gun at Jerry.
If Jerry's current level allowed it, he could summon an entire venomous snake army with a single Snake Summoning Charm.
Seeing the two additional Black Mambas, the suit-clad man's face turned green.
In his youth, he had participated in a Siberian training camp and received an experimental gene serum injection, making his body stronger and more resistant to toxins than an average person.
He could withstand the venom of one Black Mamba, but two would be too much for him, even with his enhanced constitution.
Three would be a guaranteed death sentence.
"Kill the snakes first!"
The suit-clad man quickly stumbled backwards while shouting to the slim youth, who was still firing at Jerry.
The slim youth, realizing the danger, quickly aimed at the Black Mamba charging towards him.
Although he was primarily responsible for the team's cyber operations, his shooting skills were also formidable, which is why he could hit Jerry's wizard robe from such a distance.
However, the Black Mamba is not only known for its deadly venom but also for its incredible speed. It can travel at nineteen kilometers per hour, covering five meters in a second, making it extremely difficult to hit with bullets, especially when it's slithering on the ground.
"Ah~~~"
A shrill scream echoed as the Slim Youth was bitten on the calf by the Black Mamba.
Unlike the Suit-clad Man, the Slim Youth’s body was not nearly as resilient. Before long, he foamed at the mouth and collapsed on the ground. If he didn’t receive treatment, he would likely be dead within minutes.
Jerry poked his head out from under his wizard robe, ran his fingers through his tousled hair, and slowly approached the Suit-clad Man, who was now surrounded by two Black Mambas.
“Hey, buddy, why have you stopped? Keep going!”
Holding his wand, Jerry walked nonchalantly up to the Suit-clad Man, who dared not move a muscle.
“I dare not move, I dare not move!”
The Suit-clad Man was clearly a flexible individual. Realizing there was no chance of turning the tables, he forced a smile onto his stiff face.
All he could do now was hope that this young girl’s heart was as kind and gentle as her appearance.
“Stupefy!”
Without wasting any more words on the Suit-clad Man, Jerry cast a sleeping charm, rendering him unconscious. He then tossed him into the box space.
Approaching the thin young man, Jerry pulled out a vial of the antidote he had previously concocted, temporarily saving him from a gruesome death by poisoning. Another sleeping charm, and he too was thrown into the box space.
Next, he cast sleeping charms on the Red-haired Woman and the Rocket-toting Brute, who were both still immobilized. Along with all their equipment, they were thrown into the box space as well.
After double-checking that nothing had been left behind, Jerry summoned his flying broom and rode away from Hell’s Kitchen.
Hell’s Kitchen, the basement of the building where Jerry had just fought.
Standing nearly two meters tall, a Giant Fat Man—though he shouldn’t be called a fat man, as his naked upper body revealed a well-defined muscular physique—was surrounded by over twenty other muscular men. While these men weren’t as formidable as the bald giant, they all looked far from ordinary.
Moreover, their attack stances clearly showed that each of them was a seasoned combatant.
“Attack together!”
The bald man waved his hand carelessly, and the twenty-odd muscular men immediately launched their attacks, targeting every vulnerable spot on his body.
Despite being surrounded by over twenty experts, the bald man showed no concern. Despite his large size, his movements were swift, and his strength was astonishing.
Anyone he struck was immediately rendered incapable of fighting, while those who attacked him found that hitting any part of his body, except for his vital points, had no effect on him at all.
In no time, the bald man had taken down all twenty-odd muscular men. He then casually put on his custom-made oversized suit and left the basement.
This bald man was none other than Kingpin, the leader of the entire underground kingdom of New York, and by extension, the Usa. On the surface, he was also a prominent businessman in New York with extensive connections to high-ranking government officials and politicians.
Moreover, he was a top-tier Martial Artist, training in combat with over twenty Martial Artists from around the world every day. Typically, it took him no more than twenty seconds to incapacitate all of them.
Riding the elevator from the basement to his penthouse office, Kingpin asked his Secretary:
“How is everything? Has the fight on the top floor ended?”
(End of Chapter)
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