American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The moment this strange young man appeared, a bizarre shamisen seemed to echo in my ears. Accompanied by the exotic melody, Akame couldn't help but become serious.

"What a strong guy!" Akame thought to herself.

Then, the strange young man smiled slightly, and two sets of blades immediately popped out from his arms. His figure suddenly flew up, and blades like ice skates also appeared on the soles of his shoes.

With a flying kick, he went straight for Akame's head.

Akame's expression remained unchanged, she simply flicked the long sword in her hand backward.

The blades crossed, bursting out a series of sparks.

The two passed each other. The strange young man turned around twice in place and stopped steadily in the back. He gently raised his right palm and said with a smile: "As expected of the famous Akame, you reacted in an instant?"

Akame frowned: "Are you made of steel all over, you bastard?"

"Wonderful, wonderful. You figured it out in an instant?"

Behind her, Fashion Squad's miscellaneous soldiers appeared one after another, rushing forward desperately, as if they would bite off a piece of her flesh even if it meant death, completely disregarding the death of their comrades.

Under such an siege, Akame devoted most of her energy to guarding against the strange young man's attack, and the other small part had to clean up the threats behind her at any time, so she couldn't pay attention to Lubbock for a while.

At the same time, in front of Lubbock, the ground suddenly shattered, and two tall monsters wearing the same uniform and looking exactly the same instantly blocked the way.

Lubbock gritted his teeth and stretched out several threads, coldly saying: "You guys, are you never going to end!"

The walls of the castle suddenly burst open, Tatsumi, covered in armor like a superman, instantly fell into the crowd of the Fashion Squad. His two fists waved into a blur, and the miscellaneous soldiers were completely unable to resist, and a large group of them were instantly knocked down.

At this moment, a sharp blade suddenly came from behind. Tatsumi's heart trembled, and he quickly dodged, but it was still too late. A streak of blood appeared under his right rib, penetrating the armor's protection and drawing a bloody line.

"Yo, you armored little brother, your reaction is pretty good!"

Tatsumi turned around sharply, only to suddenly find that a burly, mustached uncle whose upper body muscles were inflated like a monster had inexplicably appeared behind him.

This guy's right hand had obviously been modified, replaced with a huge glove.

He was wearing a bright green uniform, somewhat similar to the guard team's equipment, but not exactly the same.

The mustached uncle bared his chest, revealing his solid muscles. When he saw Tatsumi, an uncontrollable look of joy appeared on his face, and he pulled down the huge axe he was carrying on his back.

"Little brother, little brother, you should be a member of Night Raid, right? You look quite tasty, how about I kill you!"

Tatsumi gritted his teeth and said nothing, but the long sword in his hand slowly raised.

Where did these bastards come from? Not only are they so difficult to deal with, but their personalities are also so annoying.

"Since you don't speak, then I'll take it as you agreed!"

The mustached uncle laughed wildly, and the giant axe in his hand turned into a blur. He stomped on the ground, causing the bricks to sink, and a shock wave exploded behind him, propelling the whole person out like a cannonball.

"So fast!"

He only subconsciously rolled to the right, only to feel a gust of wind flash by his side, and the mustached uncle magically appeared in the upper right, swinging the axe in his hand, slashing down, with an exaggerated smile on his face, as if he could split the enemy in half in the next moment.

Tatsumi quickly used his sword to block, and the two weapons collided, bursting out a series of sparks.

At this time, the Fashion Squad's miscellaneous soldiers surrounded him again. Tatsumi took advantage of the situation to move backward, using the gravitational acceleration of his body to blow up the miscellaneous soldiers behind him.

The long sword swung around, and the miscellaneous soldiers were immediately cut in half. A large amount of body tissue flew in the air, and blood rained down.

After all, he was just a rookie assassin. Although he had received a period of training, he still couldn't get over that hurdle psychologically. At this time, in desperation, he acted ruthlessly. Looking at the blood and body parts flying all over the sky, he was stunned for a moment.

The arrogant mustached uncle suddenly changed his face, slammed the axe in his hand on the ground, and as the ground exploded, the whole person retreated rapidly like a cannonball.

Although Tatsumi didn't know what was going on, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

In the next second, the broken limbs in the air suddenly swelled up, emitting a peculiar energy aura from inside the body tissue. The power seemed to have two opposing attributes, colliding with each other, causing the internal power balance to be broken.

In an instant, the broken limbs in the air exploded one after another. The power of the explosion was very huge, as if an entire artillery battalion was covering the coordinates with firepower.

Boom boom boom boom…

The flames connected the sky and the ground, and the sound of explosions was endless. Black smoke filled the air, gradually merging into the sky, forming a small mushroom cloud.

Such a clear picture was clearly visible even in the deep night.

Tatsumi flew out of the explosion wearing broken armor, like a tattered cloth doll. After falling to the ground, he rolled more than ten meters along the inertia and hit a stone before stopping.

With a crisp sound, the armor shattered inch by inch.

Like a thin egg roll, it had already shattered all over the ground before much force was applied.

Tatsumi's right arm was missing, and the wound was burned to a charred color by the explosion. A large hole appeared in his abdomen, and internal organs were bleeding frantically.

His eyes were wide open, half of his face had been burned beyond recognition, but the other half was still miraculously intact.

His left hand was tightly clutching the broken sword, twitching constantly, as if trying his best to stand up again.

But his mouth trembled several times in a row, but he never made a sound.

When the dust settled, Tatsumi was almost losing consciousness.

The mustached uncle reappeared with a playful look, put the giant axe on his neck, and greeted him happily.

"Yo, little brother, hasn't anyone told you, don't attack some strange unidentified objects easily? Otherwise, they are very likely to explode!

But it doesn't matter, just learn from this lesson, and never make such a stupid mistake again in the next life, hahahahaha!"

The mustached uncle's figure flashed, and the giant axe brought up a cloud of blood, Tatsumi's head rolled, and blood splattered.