Defying Death

As the teen stepped on Cyanide's chest in triumph, laughing like a maniac at the sky, Cyanide slowly took out his off-hand weapon from beneath his cloak, and discretely aimed it up at the teen's left pocket. Believing Cyanide to have no more tricks left up his sleeve, the teen continued cackling at the moon, not even bothered to even look down at his opponent.

"Oh, that was refreshing! I do hope more competitors like you will enter the game in the future, big brother Cyanide. That way, HE will let me out of my cage more, just like this time. Oh, and don't worry. I'll make sure your friends down there join you very soon, so you won't be lonely! They won't be able to hold on for long. It's only a matter of time before my dear mutants tear them apart. Rest easy."

But faced with this victory speech, Cyanide's lips curved upwards weakly, and he whispered his final words.

"… Is that so?"

The teen, realizing what was happening, glanced down at Cyanide—but it was already too late.

BANG!