In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

The black dragon's smile looked particularly ferocious in the moonlight, and his body began to change drastically.

The dragon scales were like a surging black tide, piling up layer upon layer on the surface of the skin, each one gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

The torso stretched and deformed, the arms and legs became thicker and more powerful, and terrifying claws extended from the fingertips.

The head gradually elongated and turned into a ferocious dragon head. Two curved dragon horns broke through the air, casting sharp shadows in the moonlight.

This is his dragon-man form, which retains the flexibility of a human form while possessing the power of a real dragon.

“Burning…”

The black dragon pondered, and suddenly a strange blue flame ignited on his body.

This is the Netherworld Fire unique to Meng Po. Wherever it passes, the air begins to crystallize, and then turns into nothingness with a sharp cracking sound.

A thin layer of frost spread on the ground, but it sublimated and dissipated the moment it appeared.

This is not ordinary freezing, but a strange flame that directly burns matter from solid to gas.

However, Jonathan smiled in the face of the vision.

Looks like I have to be serious...

Fear, joy, both are inappropriate and can be easily misunderstood...

Then be sad...

Thinking of this, Jonathan slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a layer of mist had appeared in his eyes.

“All living things suffer…”

Jonathan whispered softly.

[Describes the suffering of all living beings surrounded by clouds and fog; if the mind is clear, it will float freely and brightly]

The air around them suddenly froze.

A suffocating sadness slowly spread from the void, as if the whole world was shrouded in a layer of melancholy blue.

Jonathan's body began to undergo strange changes -

The skin presents a translucent state between entity and nothingness, as if it could dissipate in the wind at any time.

【Mourning Position】

In an instant, a light gray mist filled the air, and wherever the mist reached, the light became dim.

The Black Dragon felt an inexplicable sadness beginning to erode his heart, and even the burning Netherworld Fire seemed to weaken a little.

"Hmph... Pretend to be a ghost!"

The black dragon roared and swung its claws, and the netherworld fire formed into a sharp flaming blade that slashed towards Jonathan.

But unexpectedly, Jonathan just slightly turned sideways, his movements smooth and flowing, as if he had predicted the opponent's attack trajectory in advance.

Then his fingers swept through the air, leaving a light gray trail that directly penetrated the black dragon's defense.

"Come again!"

The Black Dragon dodged Jonathan's attack and moved closer, attacking Jonathan in the face.

"Ok?"

Jonathan focused his mind and body, and the surrounding environment vibrated the moment he reacted, and a wave of air erupted with him as the center.

The invisible pressure was like a real wave, instantly covering the entire battlefield.

The black dragon felt a strange power that he had never felt before.

It is a force that acts directly on the soul, as if to condense all the pain of life into substance.

Unknowingly, the "cold" began to spread on the battlefield.

During his successive attacks, Black Dragon suddenly discovered that each of his attacks seemed to be stuck in a suffocating and strange state of stagnation.

In order to get rid of this state in time, the black dragon shook his whole body, accumulated energy in his limbs, and then stomped on the ground suddenly.

The fist approached Jonathan with the sound of wind tearing through space.

Jonathan raised a hand to block easily.

The Sorrowful Standpoint was like an invisible protective film, slightly weakening the Black Dragon's attack.

After Black Dragon reacted, he elbowed Jonathan. Jonathan caught Black Dragon's elbow and kicked him aside.

"call--"

Seeing that it was difficult to win in close combat, the Black Dragon's eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity, and then he suddenly leaped back several feet.

Then switch to remote.

Then, a low roar came from the dragon's throat, and dark blue dragon flames gathered in front of him like a spring, instantly transforming into huge fireballs.

"Fuck-"

These fireballs came towards Jonathan like meteors, accompanied by whistling sounds.

Wherever it passed, the air was distorted by the high temperature, and the space touched by the ice-blue arc of light instantly condensed into a layer of frost.

However, the real owner, Jonathan, remained calm, and his figure moved leisurely among the fireballs like a wisp of smoke.

With a tap of the toes on the ground, the whole person flew into the air, and the body wrapped in light blue energy spun in the air like a top, gently slapping away the incoming fireballs with every swing.

The next second, the fireballs seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, deviating from their original trajectory and exploded beside Jonathan.

The explosion created gorgeous and terrifying flowers of ice and fire, with ice and flames flying everywhere, but they could not hurt him at all.

Seeing that the fireball attack was ineffective, the Black Dragon's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He concentrated his mind, and the dragon horns on his forehead shone brightly. The powerful telekinesis swept towards Jonathan like a surging tide.

This telekinesis was like a real black python, twisting its body in the air. Wherever it passed, the ground was torn into a huge deep gully, and rocks and dust were sucked into it, shooting towards Jonathan.

"It's quite a big scene..."

Jonathan frowned slightly, his feet slowly left the ground and floated in the air, his translucent skin glowing with an intense blue light.

The next second, he gathered a large amount of sad energy into his right arm. The blue fluid mixed with the cold air that escaped outside and merged together. The energy integration caused ripples to passively appear in the space.

"Boom——"

As the stones and dust carried by telekinesis approached.

"Shh!"

Jonathan appeared at the front in a flash, his eyes flashed with a blue light, and then he swung his right arm, whose energy was almost condensed into substance, and punched out.

The next moment, the surrounding space seemed to stagnate for an instant.

The air flow and particle changes seemed to be trapped in an endless swamp. The speed suddenly decreased, and finally slowly stopped in front of him, suspended in the air, forming a completely still irregular and messy sculpture.

At this time, the angry Black Dragon wanted to continue to use his strength, but at this moment he caught the divine light bursting out of Jonathan's eyes.

The "Soul of Confession" was quietly activated.

When their eyes briefly met, Black Dragon seemed to fall into a soul illusion.

Countless broken images of life flashed by like a revolving lantern.

The dying soldiers on the battlefield, the abandoned babies, the desolate old people, every moment is condensed with despair and sorrow.

The black dragon was slightly distracted.

And this brief delay was accurately captured by Jonathan.

With a quick step and three steps, Jonathan appeared in front of the black dragon in the next second.

The radiation from the palm of his hand grew into a sharp thorn as his mind thought, and it stabbed towards the black dragon's throat with the sad "freeze" buff.