Online Game: Starting with an SSS-Level Plundering Talent

Chapter 370: Chapter 370: Killing Megatron, the Five-Star Awakened One



"Heh." Megatron sneered disdainfully. "I can't sense The power of laws within you. If I'm not mistaken, you're also a The Heaven criminal, aren't you?"

John furrowed his brow. He hadn't expected this man to recognize his identity so quickly.

It seemed that even with Debbie's divine blessing, he couldn't hide his identity as a The Heaven criminal.

He had to restore his strength as soon as possible.

"It seems I was right," Megatron continued coldly. "You dared to conspire with those Gnolls and attack Quahog City. You really underestimate the power of my city."

His expression turned icy as he flicked his soft sword. A gentle breeze swept through, and his figure suddenly appeared right in front of John.

Whoosh!

Cold blades of light flashed. It was a Wind Blade. Megatron was an Elemental Awakener of the Wind element.

John's brows furrowed even tighter. His expression became serious. This Megatron's swordsmanship was on par with his own, and he had mastered the powerful wind element The power of laws, making his sword attacks swift and unpredictable.

Thud...

In an instant, John was struck by several beams of sword energy. Blood splattered from the wounds.

How powerful!

John was shocked. He had underestimated the strength of a four-star Awakened One.

Compared to the obese city lord from Peach Town, Megatron was on a completely different level of power.

Fortunately, his basic attributes had grown immensely, and he was barely able to withstand Megatron's attacks.

"Is that all you've got?" Megatron's voice came with disdain as he flickered again, launching several more deadly sword beams toward John.

"Hmph!" John sneered, his eyes flashing like lightning. He stood firm, not dodging the incoming sword energy. His longsword whistled through the air as he swung it.

Clang!

Clang!

The sound of violent clashes rang out as Megatron's erratic form was sent flying backward. "Such immense power!" Megatron managed to steady himself, his expression filled with shock.

He couldn't understand how a human with their The power of laws sealed could possess such tremendous base attributes.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud explosion shook the city. The sounds of battle could be heard from afar. The gates of Quahog City had been breached, and the Gnoll army had stormed inside. "Damn it!" Megatron's brow furrowed deeply. It seemed he had underestimated both this human and the strength of the Gnoll army.

He glanced at the soldiers around him and gave a cold order: "This will be my fight. You go and assist the city defenders."

He was confident that he could kill John.

"Yes, sir!" The soldiers responded quickly, leaving the scene to help hold back the Gnolls.

John watched the scene unfold and sneered dismissively. "You really are confident."

His only concern had been the safety of Tony and the others inside the prison. He needed to stay by the prison gates.

But now that the soldiers had retreated, he had no more worries.

With a cold shout, he took the initiative to strike.

"Seeking death!" Megatron sneered. Although he was surprised by John's strength, he still didn't believe that John could defeat him.

Clang, clang...

Several beams of cold light flashed, and the sound of crisp collisions echoed through the air. Megatron's attacks were erratic, but John, with his extensive combat experience, was able to keep up. For a moment, neither could land a decisive blow on the other.

However, John's strength was overwhelming, and each collision sent Megatron reeling. Boom!

The two clashed again, and Megatron's body was sent flying.

"Cough!" He couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at John. Gritting his teeth, he growled, "Who the hell are you?"

In his heart, Megatron was stunned. This human's strength alone was terrifying. He couldn't even begin to imagine how powerful this man must have been at his peak.

John was covered in wounds, his clothes soaked in blood, and it seemed like his injuries were more severe than Megatron's.

Yet, he fought on, growing more and more excited, his battle spirit surging. His longsword hummed as he launched another attack.

"Damn it!" Megatron cursed through gritted teeth. He dared not face John head-on. Instead, he relied on his mastery of wind element The power of laws, using his speed and agility to dodge and strike from unpredictable angles.

The cold beams of light intertwined, and blood sprayed with every clash.

But John felt nothing. His attacks became more furious, nearly overwhelming Megatron, who was unable to fight back.

"Bastard, get away!" Megatron shouted, putting all his strength into one final effort to push

John back.

"Cough!" He couldn't stop the blood from spilling from his mouth again.

John steadied his form, his gaze cold. He tore off his torn robe, his expression hardening. "It's

over."

He shouted with rage and charged again, moving toward Megatron with lightning speed.

At the prison gates, the others had already emerged, watching the two battle in horror.

"This human is terrifying! He's overpowering a four-star Awakened One just with his strength!" one of them gasped, disbelief written all over his face.

"Hmph, you don't know anything. The master has killed a Creator God," one of John's

subordinates said proudly.

"What?" Several of them widened their eyes in shock.

"Wait, killing a Creator God would create a new The Heaven, right? Why are you all still locked

up in The Heaven prison?" one of them asked suspiciously.

Tony and the others looked confused, as they were not aware of these details.

Boom!

At that moment, Megatron was once again sent flying.

The battle was nearing its end. He had completely run out of defenses.

"Die!" John's cold voice rang out, his longsword slicing through the air, his attack direct and

unadorned, relying entirely on his immense strength.

Megatron, in a desperate state, raised his sword to block.

Bang!

He was once again knocked back, unable to stop himself from coughing up blood, falling to

one knee.

"Human, who exactly are you?" Megatron felt the chill of death closing in, his eyes locked onto John, a sense of despair rising in his heart.

The sounds of battle grew louder, and it seemed the Gnoll army had already breached the city

gates.

But facing John, Megatron had no ability to counterattack. His chances of survival were slim, let alone any hope of going to assist with the defense.

"Someone who's going to kill you!" John spoke without wasting time. He raised both

longswords, his attacks coming down with force.

Clang!

Megatron barely blocked one of John's longswords, but immediately afterward, he felt a

sharp pain in his chest. The other longsword had pierced his heart.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at John, his expression a mix of anger and

unwillingness.

[You have slain a four-star Awakened One. Plunder ability activated. You have restored 0.0001% of your strength.]

A prompt flashed before John's eyes, and a surge of powerful energy flooded through his

body. "Eh?" John's eyes widened in shock and joy.

This time, it wasn't just his base attributes that had been restored; all of his powers, including

The power of laws, spiritual power, demonic power, and Chaos Force, had been replenished.

It hit him-he didn't need to wait for his base attributes to fully recover to restore The power

of laws.

As long as he killed a four-star or higher Awakened One, all of his strength would recover!

However, it was still just 0.0001%, and he would need to kill hundreds of thousands of four- star or higher Awakened Ones to fully restore his power.

"Big brother, are you okay?" Spoorate ran up to him, her face filled with worry when she saw

the blood covering him.

Debbie raised her staff, and a Holy Light spell enveloped them, healing his wounds with a soft

glow.

John felt a wave of comfort wash over him, smiling as he said, "It's nothing. These wounds

won't affect me."

"My lord!" At that moment, Tony and the others gathered around.

The other The Heaven criminals had also gathered at the prison gates, their expressions wary,

but none of them approached actively.

John ignored them, nodding as he spoke, "Let's meet up with Ben and the others."

With Megatron, the greatest threat, already slain, the remaining soldiers in the city stood no

chance against him.

"Big brother, it's a bit cold," Spoorate said, tugging at her clothes as she unconsciously

moved closer to him.

"Cold?" John furrowed his brow in confusion. The others also exchanged worried glances.

Snowflakes had begun to drift down from the sky, and an overwhelming aura of deadly intent

filled the air.

"A five-star Awakened One. It's someone from Forest City!" Debbie exclaimed in shock.

John realized what was happening and immediately shouted, "Quick, get inside The

Heaven prison!"

He hadn't expected the reinforcements from Forest City to arrive so quickly.

Whoosh!

A dark shadow appeared in the sky, rapidly descending toward them.

"Get back!" John's face darkened as he sensed the imminent danger. He shoved the others

aside, pushing them out of harm's way.

"Thousand Pound Drop!" A furious shout echoed as a massive shadow loomed overhead,

descending rapidly. John tried to dodge, but it was already too late.

Boom!

The ground trembled violently, and John felt as if his organs were being crushed under

immense pressure. His body was directly slammed into the ground.

The shadow receded, revealing a gigantic Rock Giant.

"Heh, you're nothing but a joke!" A deep, grating voice rang out as the Rock Giant looked

down at John, who was embedded in the ground, his face filled with disdain.

"My lord!" The others shouted in terror, rushing forward, but before they could act,

snowflakes began to swirl around them, instantly freezing them in place.

A figure in green robes appeared, controlling the falling snow, slowly floating down from the

sky.

Cough! John coughed up blood, struggling to pull himself out of the ground. "You're still not dead?" The Rock Giant stared at him, his expression a mixture of disbelief

and amusement.

Ignoring the giant, John focused on the man in green, his voice cold. "The Ice Talker... Is she

in your hands?"

The power used by the man in green was unmistakable to John-The power of laws of the Ice

Talker.

"Ice Talker? Ah, yes, there's a woman by that name," the man in green replied, pondering for

a moment, a playful smirk crossing his face. "What, is she your old flame?"

"Enough with the nonsense. I've got more important things to do," the Rock Giant roared, a

gust of wind howling as his massive fist came crashing down.

"Get out of my way!" John growled, swinging his longsword with all his might.

Crack!

Boom!

The two longswords in John's hands shattered with ease, offering no resistance at all, and he

was sent flying once more.

Cough! Blood spilled from his mouth as he landed. The Rock Giant's strength was terrifying.

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"Still not dead?" The Rock Giant clenched his fists, his face twisted with anger, before

launching another devastating blow.

"Thousand Pound Force!" he bellowed, the wind roaring around him as The power of

laws coalesced into an overwhelming force-The Law of Strength!

Boom!

John was once again hurled through the air, slamming into the prison wall with such force

that the thick stone wall cracked and shattered.

The Rock Giant's strength was monstrous. John now understood what Megatron had faced

earlier.

"Time to wrap it up," the Rock Giant muttered, casually patting his hands together as if preparing to leave.

"Hold on, he's not dead yet." The man in green looked at the shattered prison wall, a hint of

surprise in his eyes.

The Rock Giant's power was immense, and the destruction he caused was terrifying. Yet, this human had withstood three of his attacks with nothing but physical strength.

"Still not dead?" The green-clad man raised an eyebrow, eyeing the broken wall with

suspicion.

Cough! A faint cough came from within the rubble, and John, with sheer determination, once again dragged himself from the debris.