Chapter 148: Tom's Magical Power!
Chapter 148: Tom's Magical Power!
Tom quickly made the decisive choice to move several steps to the left, trying to evade the flying swords. Unfortunately, the blades adjusted their angles with his movements. He then tried moving to the right, but the swords continued to target his real-time position. Realizing that he was indeed the target, Tom still held on to a glimmer of hope perhaps they weren't directed at him?
Looking at the swords in the sky, Tom tentatively pointed at himself with his right thumb as if asking a question. In response, all the sword blades quickly bent downwards and then returned to their original positions, repeating this gesture several times, as if nodding at Tom.
Seeing this, Tom's heart sank. "I'm done for!" he thought.
"Ahh~ Ahh Ahh Ahh~~~ Ahh!" After receiving confirmation, Tom immediately screamed and ran backward. He was just an adorable champion cat in the United States, how could he be expected to deal with a dozen ghost-possessed flying swords? It was too much to ask from a cat! A cat's abilities had limits!
"Tom, what are you doing? Face them head-on, Tom!" Bai Song, who had just recovered from being blinded by the white light, became slightly anxious when he saw Tom panicking.
Tom didn't calm down at all, despite Bai Song's words. How could he face something he wasn't specialized in? His expertise was catching mice, and he was proud to be the champion in that field. Dealing with these swords possessed by ghosts was completely out of his league!
"Hmph, such an ugly sight," Red Archer sneered as he saw Tom running away in a panic. However, he didn't waste the opportunity presented by Tom's back. He promptly swung his raised hand forward.
With Red Archer's movement, more than ten sword-shaped Noble Phantasms shot toward the direction Tom was escaping. Feeling the pain in his backside, Tom's face immediately turned red, and his head and body were completely different colors.
"Medicine!!!" Unable to endure the pain any longer, Tom floated about thirty centimeters off the ground, holding his butt with both hands and screaming loudly, the sound echoing like that of a fighter jet.
But that wasn't the end of it.
As soon as Tom's painful scream ended and he landed back on the ground, several more Noble Phantasms stabbed his backside, as if they wanted to chop it into dozens of pieces, causing him to howl in agony.
More than ten flying swords, none of them missed, and each strike landed perfectly on Tom's rear!
Tom stopped his futile attempts to run away and turned his back to Red Archer. He looked at his butt, which was now resembling a hedgehog after being stabbed by the swords. Tom quickly grabbed all the swords and pulled them out from his behind.
Red Archer was initially quite arrogant, but when he saw Tom pulling out the swords unscathed, he was dumbfounded. He witnessed his copied Noble Phantasms perfectly stabbing into Tom's rear, which should have caused tremendous damage to any Heroic Spirit. Tom should have suffered a ton of injuries by now. However, at this moment, Tom appeared as if he hadn't been hit at all, except for his initial painful screams.
Red Archer finally understood Mashu's vague description of Schrdinger's Familiars. Even King Arthur himself wouldn't be able to describe them accurately with words.
With a casual toss, Tom threw the eighteen swords he had pulled out from his butt on the ground. Relieved to find his butt intact, Tom took a deep breath. To calm his nerves, he grabbed a large cup of water and chugged it down in just a few seconds, almost half the size of his head.
But while Tom was enjoying the water, he heard an unpleasant sound of water splashing behind him. At first, he didn't pay much attention, but as Tom noticed his belly, which had expanded due to the water, starting to shrink, he realized something was wrong.
Tom quickly turned around and was shocked to see that his butt was now acting like a shower, spraying water.
Feeling sad for a moment, Tom's sadness quickly turned into anger towards Red Archer, who had just shot the swords at him. With flaming eyes, Tom glared at Red Archer.
Red Archer, noticing the flames in Tom's eyes and thinking that Tom might use his Noble Phantasm to attack him, quickly summoned over twenty different types of Noble Phantasms, aiming at Tom, preparing for another barrage.
But Tom had already experienced the power of these flying swords once and, now filled with anger, he didn't falter this time.
In the words of the ancients: "Sweeping the broom covered in excrement is like the mighty L Bu in the world."
However... this phrase is only valid when the enemy has not yet been smeared with excrement. Once the enemy's body has already been smacked with two brooms full of excrement, the threat of a single broom covered in excrement naturally disappears, after all, being smacked with one or two brooms full of excrement is still excrement. At this point, Tom has already entered such a state.
On one hand, Tom is still angry, but he remains relatively rational and observes Red Archer's movements. At the same time, he starts to ponder why this man in red clothing can command these flying swords.
Tom considers that if this man in red can control the flying swords, then he should be able to do it too. After all, these flying swords shouldn't be so biased and only accept orders from the enemy.
Thinking about this, Tom nods and decides to imitate Red Archer's actions, raising his right hand in exactly the same way as Red Archer did.
As Tom suspected, as soon as he raised his hand, more than twenty swords flew up around him, their blades aimed at Red Archer.
Seeing this, Tom is delighted and smirks, exclaiming, "Aha!"
However, witnessing Tom raise his hand and effortlessly control the Noble Phantasms he had pirated inside his own Reality Marble, Red Archer is bewildered, as if a green light is shining above his head.
"What?!"