I, the only superpower on earth

The man who was thrown backward by that blow fell into the swamp, covered in mud.

The man leaning against the rock wall looked down at him from a height of tens of meters, also covered in dust and moss.

It seems that both of them have fallen into dust and mud, but in essence they are very different.

——One is still standing tall, and the other is lying down with broken bones. This is the difference.

"I originally thought that you had something to rely on when you came here, or that...you got some secret spells taught by the 'Palace Master', but now it seems that you just came up to die with your blood and courage."

Yang Luo looked down at him and smiled indifferently.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Lin Heng spat out blood, struggled to get up from the ground, and barely stood where he was.

This is enough pain to make most people faint, but he can still maintain a part of his ability to move.

However, Yang Luo was not surprised by this. As an extraordinary person, he deeply understood the dominance and inconceivability of his current power.

Different from the "superheroes" in the movies who clearly possess the superpowers of evaporating mountains and seas and reversing the sun and the moon, but will still be knocked down by a sneak attack by a brick, the disciples below the "Yan Temple" inheritance, although in the ultimate explosive power and The destructive power has not reached that level, but the basic physical fitness and perception can be called a perfect pentagonal warrior, and one person is enough to form an army.

Now this kind of rib and sternum fractures, for ordinary people, they need to be sent to the hospital on a stretcher to rest in bed for a few months, but for them, it can only be regarded as a minor injury, and it may be healed in a day or two .

Lin Heng struggled to get up, wiped the corner of his lips with the back of his gray hand, but left more large stains.

"...I haven't communicated directly with the 'Master of Yanshen Palace' - although I have obtained his 'inheritance' and can feel the existence of 'him'."

"--oh?"

This surprised Yang Luo a little.

"Haven't you ever thought of asking the gods for help? If such a supreme being speaks, no matter how fierce our hatred is, it is absolutely impossible to fight each other. And—"

A wicked smile suddenly appeared on his face:

"—That's a god. He can give us extraordinary power, why can't he resurrect the dead? Why don't you try to pray to him?"

Yang Luo's voice was like the devil's seductive whisper, but the smile on his face carried an emotion of disbelief.

Lin Heng was silent for a moment.

The complicated expression flashed across his face, but he returned to calm the next moment.

"...It's not that I haven't thought about such things. However, I don't pray to the gods.

"—Because in that case... it would be equivalent to bowing one's head before the gods and giving up oneself."

Seeing his calm expression, Yang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly.

Suddenly there was a surge of anger from nowhere in his heart, and the evil smile on Yang Luo's face turned into a sinister smile again. He took a heavy step, and before the mud and water splashed, his figure had already crossed dozens of meters and came to Lin Heng.

But before Lin Heng could stand still, he leaned close to him, retracted his punches and changed his elbows, and hit Lin Heng hard on the chest!

"Boom!"

Lin Heng's eyes were slightly protruding, and when the blood was about to be sprayed in his mouth, the moment his body was about to fly, within a tenth of a second, Yang Luo was close to him again, flying out at the same speed as he was flying backwards. keep a stalemate --

fist! Palm! leg! Palm! fist!

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Amidst a series of exploding sounds, Yang Luo followed his heart with his fists and mercilessly. He had struck hundreds of blows in an instant, and each blow was packed with a force that could crack stones and monuments. Lin Heng's vitals!

These moves are completely unsystematic and do not conform to the so-called "martial arts" and "essence of fighting". If they are slowed down by a thousand times, they must be the "mediocre moves" and "vulgar moves" that are infinitely spurned by famous boxing masters and fighting masters. hand'.

But when they are speeded up thousands of times, they become unique 'killing methods' and 'tricks' that require high-frequency cameras to barely see clearly!

All the martial arts in the world pursue nothing more than relying on the weak physiological foundation of ordinary humans, relying on capturing the opponent's loopholes or feinting to cover up, and finally relying on a single blow to end the enemy's ability to move.

But when a person has hundreds or even thousands of times the physical fitness of ordinary humans, then any martial arts has almost become a joke, because under such circumstances, following the natural perception, one can exert one's greatest strength Force, show the strongest wave!

Yang Luo's fist was as powerful as thunder, and every time his body changed in the air, there was a thunderous sonic boom. And the changes in the air flow driven by his figure formed gusts of wind, blowing the miasma in the air into pieces!

And Lin Heng's body, like a flat boat in the fist wave ocean, was blown upside down by the wind and waves, and his body was thrown back and forth in the air!

If it weren't for the fact that he is a transcendent, and his body's toughness far exceeds the limit of life, I am afraid that he would have already been torn apart and turned into a puddle of flesh.

——But even so, in the face of Yang Luo's offensive that even the main battle tank would be smashed into scrap iron, his body was still bruised and covered with bones, and even the internal organs of the body were exposed come out!

Lin Heng's flying body splashed large areas of red and white in the miasma that permeated the air.

And Yang Luo was also looking at his body coldly at this moment, he jumped up to the sky above Lin Heng's body which had lost all combat power, and with the force of gravity pulling him down, he punched him one last time. Hitting Lin Heng's left front chest——

Hit hard!

"boom!"

Lin Heng's body finally lay down completely.

And Yang Luo's blow not only hit his chest, but also pierced his entire heart and back. Yang Luo's right fist pierced Lin Heng's body like a nail, and the face of the fist was printed on the ground, firmly nailing Lin Heng in place.

wear chest.

cracked bone.

broken heart.

"With an injury like this, even I can't survive—let alone you...unless the 'Master of Yanshen Palace' personally takes action. But if the gods end up for you, then I have nothing to say."

Yang Luo stared at Lin Heng's dilated pupils, split lips and nose, and blood-stained face, and finally felt relieved.

Lin Heng's heart was twitching and wriggling due to the heavy pressure after being pierced, and it was clinging to Yang Luo's arm, as if it still wanted to continue to supply blood to the artery.

But Yang Luo just smiled coldly, rubbing his elbow, Lin Heng's heart was cut open, and he lost the ability to beat.

Looking at Lin Heng's gradually dead body, Yang Luo exhaled lightly, feeling unprecedentedly relaxed:

"Bow down? Give up on yourself? What do you think you are! You can stand in front of me and fight with me for so long, isn't it still a gift from the gods?

"If fate hadn't favored you and sent you to the position of a superhuman, how could you, who was just a little policeman in the past, deserve to talk to me? Hahahaha, what a joke!!!"

Yang Luo laughed wildly, laughed, and spit on Lin Heng's face——

"……Pooh!"

He raised his head proudly and looked forward. The place where he fought just now was in a mess, with landslides and rocks cracked, and mist flying around:

"It seems that other transcendents are just like this—in this way, if you become the only transcendent in the country in the future, you may have a chance to face that Japanese woman...

"...In that case, how about killing that woman in the future and becoming the only extraordinary person in the world?"

Yang Luo had a playful smile on his lips.

He changed his squatting position on the ground, wanting to pull out his arm that pierced Lin Heng's chest, and go back from the bottom of the valley.

I believe that when they go back to see Xu Jingyuan—and Jiang Chaoan who may have already arrived, their attitudes will definitely change again.

However, the moment he got up and pulled out his arm, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Um?!!"

He looked back and saw that he had stood up, but his arms were still tightly wrapped around Lin Heng's chest, and he could not pull them out.

——Besides, that policeman, who seemed to be dead just now, opened his eyes again!

"--you!"