บท 114: Thunderstorm (5)

"HAHAHA! You poor petite chick, that lightning javelin is a homing missile! It will never stop until it can hit the intended target!" The rugged man laughed maniacally. He really liked it when he had to use his tools other than just zapping them one by one.

This little chick was seriously fun to fight. It had been a while since he felt this much fun in battle.

He always expected his hardest enemy would be a big guy, probably another military guy just like him. But turned out, his enemy was just a little chick.

'Heh, if this small chicken is human, I would've taken him to be one of my military soldiers,' the rugged man said.

"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!" Spicy Wing got distracted by the homing javelin. Of course, he could dodge the javelin easily, but it kept making nonstop u-turns. No matter how much he dodged it, the homing javelin got faster and faster in its U-turn, making Spicy Wing too busy dodging this crap rather than charging his power.