Marvel’s Superman

"It feels good to be back in hell."

A pale-faced handsome young man opened his hands and said intoxicated.

He took a deep breath, like a heavy smog fan, showing a satisfied look.

The black windbreaker floated and rippled.

For other fighters, the barren and harsh living environment in the lower part of hell is simply unbearable.

In his eyes, it was so ordinary, as if he had long been used to it.

It's like going home.

Those horrific evil spirits roaming here in groups, full of ferocious aura.

Those burning, unpleasant, tickling sulphur fumes.

Those chaotic magic powers that are full of impurities and difficult to absorb...

It doesn't seem to have any effect, but it is pleasant.

"Hell...I think it's going to be a nice hunt."

The handsome young man walked forward, and the reptile creatures hiding in the shadows in the corners shrank, trembled, and seemed to be afraid.

This uninvited guest doesn't look like a frail soul who has been exiled and fallen here.

The opponent exudes a natural coercion, like a predator occupying the top of the food chain.

That familiar aura made people shy away from them and didn't dare to provoke them.

Heirs of the Lord of Hell, what are you doing here?

After layers of fighting, the powerful evil spirits speculated.

When they were weak, they were "beasts" that lost their minds and had no thinking.

But as he eats one thin soul after another and absorbs those complicated memories, he becomes more cunning.

"There is... prey ahead."

Before the handsome young man could sigh with emotion, the road sign he held began to heat up.

According to the rules of the game, both sides will issue a warning whenever they approach a competitor who is in a competitive relationship with each other.

You can choose to fight.

You can also choose to... run away.

"Whoever it is, he is very unlucky because he met me."

The handsome young man lifted his feet off the ground and lifted a corner of his black trench coat.

Behind him, a pair of dark wings grew.

Originally pale skin that had not been exposed to the sun for a long time was now somewhat transparent.

The dark blood vessels are intertwined all over, which is particularly terrifying.

Swish!

Every time he fluttered his wings, the handsome young man rushed out a very long distance as if in a flash.

It didn't take long for him to find his target.

"Really unsuspecting."

Flying in mid-air, with the help of dense clouds as cover, the handsome young man did not reveal his whereabouts.

He stared at the hulking figure below, speechless.

What is that guy doing?

What entered the line of sight was a black spot.

Yun looked at it with extreme eyesight, like a big steel can.

Iron Man also came to participate in the hegemony battle?

But Tony Stark can't wear such bulky armor, can he?

A series of question marks emerged from the head.

"Stephen Strange, a mage."

It took a long time for the handsome young man to determine the identity of the other party.

Although he knew his competitors specifically, he still struggled to remember for a long time.

No way, who called Strange too ordinary.

The performance of the first entry game, also known as not dazzling, failed to impress.

More rely on tricks to get through.

On the contrary, Sol and Loki, this brother-sister combination, with the beauty + macho style, gained a wave of popularity and became popular players.

"How long has it been since I tasted Kama Taj's mage soul?"

A wicked gleam flashed in the eyes of the handsome young man, like a hungry person seeing abundant food.

The pitch-black demon wings vibrated violently and flew down.

Swish!

The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.

A palm covered with hard scales, like a black iron cast, grabbed towards Strange's sturdy heavy armor.

The handsome young man is very confident. After semi-demonization, his skin is strong enough to withstand armor-piercing bullets, and his strength is even more capable of piercing steel.

Boom!

Click!

"Fake!"

The smile on the handsome young man's face did not last long before it solidified.

Afterwards, it turned into a terrifyingly distorted grief.

That muscular, scaly strong arm seemed to hit an impregnable copper wall.

Suddenly bent into an amazing arc, Bai Sensen's bones are exposed, and dark brown blood flows out, like oil, sticky and hot.

It landed on the ground, and there was a "chichi" smoke.

"what happened?"

Strange stepped back again and again, almost falling.

He didn't even realize the danger was coming, and he was directly attacked by a deadly wave.

"Witch Heart Demon!"

Seeing the handsome young man through a slit in the steel helmet, Strange couldn't help but take a step back.

That's right.

The guy who attacked him.

It is the son of the hell lord, and the number one popular player in the battle of the Supreme Mage.

Witch Heart Demon!

"I am too unlucky."

Strange had a headache.

The least optimistic little transparent meets the most popular big hit.

This is almost like an unknown football player, facing Zidane and Messi head-to-head.

Except for the one-sided crushing ending, I can never think of any possibility.

I don't know, can that superman be reliable?

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"The poor fellow!"

"It's really interesting!"

"The strongest, meet the weakest... Is this still worth thinking about?"

"Karma Taj's hapless mage, there are still people betting on him to win all three games? I'm afraid he will lose if it's not his underwear!"

"..."

There was a lot of discussion in the bar without doors, and the guests watching the live broadcast were all looking forward to a brutal killing without any suspense.

Witch Heart Demon, the son of hell, the descendant of the old devil Mephisto.

A guy like him can't have the slightest kindness or weakness in his heart.

Like a cat playing a mouse, to torture the enemy, play with the opponent, and finally take it away together with the body and soul.

That's what the devil is supposed to do!

In addition to Kama Taj, there is no rule that the opponent's life should not be mutilated.

Therefore, most people believe that with the evil temperament of the devil, they will never miss the opportunity to humiliate the three sanctuaries and anger the Supreme Master.

Execute and kill an arcane mage in their presence.

"Mephisto would love to see such a scene!"

"yes!"

"It would be even more interesting if the old devil and the Supreme Mage could be brought out..."

The guests in Wumen Bar are a bunch of melon eaters. They always have the idea of ​​watching the fun and not being afraid of big things.

I wish the hell world could fight with Kama Taj, the more intense the better.

Of course, the premise is that it does not affect your own safety.

"Shouldn't I have to lose in one wave, go bankrupt, and go to the sea to pay off my debts?"

The rocket raccoon sitting on the table was a little worried.

It stared at the live broadcast, and all in its head was the terrifying scene that he was wanted by Gao Tianzun and caught Saka star as a pet.

"Hey, no, what about that guy Luke? This should be his chance to play!"

According to Earth's chess game, Strange is just a cheap pawn.

Apart from increasing the bond, it doesn't have much effect.

But Superman is different. He is a glittering three-star five-cost pawn who can change the situation of the battle!

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"I said, aren't you a mage?"

Wu Xinmo asked blankly while setting his bones.

He had never seen a mage who would put such an incredibly strong and heavy armor on himself.

Not only inscribes the spell circuit, but also adds magic resistance and immunity to physical damage.

The rebound attack of hell creatures has a critical strike effect.

"Where's your wand? Why carry a shield?"

"Where's your robe? Why wear heavy armor?"

"..."

The anger of Wu Xinmo's departure, he questioned angrily.

If it was another esoteric magician, he would have died under his own raid.

And Strange's magic resistance equipment that didn't fit his positioning made him a little bit helpless for a while.

"There's no rule that mages can't wear armor, right?"

Strange said in a loud voice.

He held a shield in both hands, guarding against a ferocious attack that could come at any time.

"And, as it has just been proven, it works."

When Strange answered, he did not forget to ridicule.

In terms of pulling hatred, he and Iron Man Tony Stark can be said to be on an equal footing.

"Is it?"

Sure enough, the witch heart demon felt offended, the black windbreaker rattled, and the miserable cold wind lingered around him.

"Mage Strange, then I'll let you know that shrinking in a turtle shell will only make you die worse!"