In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

"That's a good idea."

Jonathan nodded slightly without caring.

"It is indeed difficult for physical attacks to harm a pure energy body."

The surrounding golden light enveloped the entire space, trying to distort the rules to affect Harry.

But when those forces of rules come into contact with pure energy forms, it is like water flowing into a cloud of mist, and it is difficult to produce substantial effects.

"Your rules are much less effective against me in my energy state."

Came Harry's voice, with a hint of pride.

“It’s like trying to catch sunlight with a net.”

Hearing this, Jonathan tilted his head.

"No... Can't I kill you if I can't hit you?"

This sentence hits the nail on the head. Although Harry's plasma form makes him invincible, it also limits his means of attack.

Although pure energy attacks are incredibly powerful, they will be constantly distorted and diverted by Jonathan's power of rules, making it difficult to cause decisive damage.

The two were caught in a strange balance.

Harry turned into hundreds of balls of plasma, shuttling back and forth in space.

Each ball of plasma was hot enough to melt steel, but it could not break through Jonathan's defense.

The golden force of rules will distort space at critical moments, causing these attacks to either deviate from their tracks or be greatly weakened.

Jonathan's attack also had no effect.

All kinds of physical attacks created according to the rules, from metal plates to high-pressure steam, and even distorted space cracks, could not really hurt the completely elementalized Harry.

"Then let's see who has better patience."

Harry's voice had a hint of annoyance in it, but he remained elemental.

He understood that once he regained his physical form, he would immediately fall into the opponent's rule trap.

Time passes minute by minute.

Jonathan stood in place, golden light flowing around him, forming a perfect defensive circle.

Although those rules of power cannot directly affect the elemental Harry, they are enough to protect him from energy attacks.

Harry turned into a huge plasma cloud, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, constantly looking for flaws in the opponent's defense.

The lightning drew a graceful arc in the air, but it was unable to break through the golden barrier.

"You should know better."

Jonathan suddenly spoke, his voice calm.

"Although the elemental state is almost invincible, it consumes a lot of energy. How long can you maintain it?"

Harry didn't answer, but the frequency of the dense arc flashes decreased slightly. It was obvious that this state was indeed consuming his energy.

at this time.

Max, who was treated as "recyclable waste", lay on the devastated ground, and the gravel and metal fragments hurt him.

Max's fingertips scraped deep grooves into the rough ground, gravel and dirt embedding into his translucent knuckles, which were now made of pure energy.

He could feel every cell in his body wailing, but the pain was more of a tremor in the depths of his soul than physical.

The free electrons in the air danced around him like countless fireflies.

Max looked up and found that he could see these tiny energy bodies clearly.

They left pale blue trails in his vision, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, and the electrons were immediately attracted by the newly generated magnetic field in his body, forming a tiny electric current that meandered up his arm.

As the energy was injected, Max felt a warm current flowing from his limbs to his whole body.

His skin began to glow a faint blue light, like the first rays of light before dawn.

But this warm feeling was soon disturbed again by the synchronization of memories that flooded into my mind.

Thousands of fragments of the electric man's memories slashed through his consciousness like sharp blades. He saw countless faces twisted in pain and heard countless desperate cries.

Some people lost their sanity during the transformation process and turned into monsters that only knew how to absorb energy.

Some people choose to commit suicide, using their last bit of energy to blow up their bodies.

These memories washed over Max's nerves like a tide. He gripped the ground tightly with both hands, his fingertips digging deep into the concrete, leaving several cracks deep enough to see the bone.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the energy in his body was on the verge of going out of control.

"thunderbolt--"

Electric arcs crackled around him, forming a hideous electric net in the darkness.

But at this moment, Jonathan's figure suddenly broke into his thoughts.

The one who came to his rescue when he was most desperate.

We are in a difficult situation now.

Max is such a paranoid person. If someone helps him, he will be willing to repay them.

"Waiting..."

Max rasped, forcing himself to focus on his breathing.

Even though he didn't need to breathe now.

But this habitual action allowed him to regain a bit of human warmth.

At the same time, he tried to spread his palms on the ground, and his ten fingers dug into the ground like claws.

The muscles begin to re-condense and energy flows in an orderly manner throughout the body.

Max stood up slowly, and every movement was accompanied by a crackling sound of electricity, like a warning before a thunderstorm.

His body began to undergo drastic changes. His originally translucent skin became denser, forming a layer of armor-like shell.

The electric current flows through the gaps in the armor, like blue blood vessels running on the surface of the body.

His eyes turned into pure energy, emitting a terrifying blue light.

The free electrons in the air seemed to sense his call and rushed towards his body.

Each electron brought new strength, and each injection of energy made him more powerful.

Max could feel himself transforming, evolving into a higher being.

He raised his hand, and a ball of pure energy condensed in his palm. Electric arcs kept jumping on the surface of the energy ball, making an unsettling humming sound.

Max stared at the ball of energy, watching it continuously compress and condense under his control, and finally turn into a dazzling crystal of energy.

"It's now……"

His pupils suddenly contracted, and adrenaline was secreted crazily. To outsiders, all this happened in a flash.

Max's body suddenly burst out with explosive power beyond the limit and shot up like a cannonball.

The ground cracked under this force, gravel flew everywhere, and the whole person turned into a dazzling lightning, drawing a thrilling arc in the night sky.

His extreme movements were accompanied by thunderous roars, and the air was torn apart by his speed, leaving trails of electric ions behind him.

What's even more strange is that, under the interference of the surrounding rules, his movement trajectory perfectly avoided all the golden energy lines, as if he had predicted the safest path in advance.

The air twisted around him, making a sharp whistling sound.

The debris that should have been holding him back suddenly changed direction and became stepping stones for him to move forward.

The next second, Max appeared in front of Harry and accurately clasped Harry's arms with both hands.

At that moment, Max felt that his strength was amplified several times by some mysterious rules.

His fingers dug deep into Harry's flesh, and even his elemental body couldn't break free.

why?

Because Max at this time is also elemental.

Prototype collision.

"what?!"

Harry let out a roar of shock and anger, and electricity was jumping wildly on his body.

But Max's grip was immovable. The runaway electricity changed direction strangely when it touched his skin, turning into golden energy and dissipating into the air.

His arms seemed to be blessed by an invisible force, and every muscle burst out with strength beyond the limit.