Chapitre 100: My turn to Attack.

Speechless, Felix inspected the smooth looking black car that had neither windows nor launchers. The entire vehicle resembled the head of a pencil, sharp, pointy, and black.

"No wonder this bastard was so fast. He didn't modify his offense at all." Felix had a bad feeling about this.

After all, to not have launchers in a car, it meant only two things; either he was a melee form fighter like Ultracraze or a mental type fighter.

And it was clear in this case that Absolute Vision was a mental type user. The worst match up Felix could hope for.

Simply because the mental type users just needed to hide in a fortified box and abuse others outside without being endangered at any point.

This signified that Felix's abilities were absolutely useless against this kind of opponent. After all, how the hell was his poison supposed to be absorbed when there was not a single opening in that car?