Marvel’s Superman

"Speed ​​and power, not bad!"

Feeling the strong airflow coming from his face, Sigmund dropped the head he was holding and showed a cold smile.

The palms are clenched hard, the muscle fibers like twisted wires.

Under the terrifying force, the bones of the whole body made an explosion sound.

A punch hits like a heavy artillery!

Luke, who also waved his fists, suddenly changed his sharp eyes.

At this time, he has the fighting consciousness and melee ability of the death knell - that is the most outstanding tactician and assassin on the next studio.

As a mortal, he is the world's top mercenary who has repeatedly singled out the Justice League and the Teen Titans.

Plundering life is as natural as breathing to Death Knell, and the combat experience he has accumulated is incomparably rich.

From superheroes to villains, it's possible he's on his to-do list.

As long as you give enough money, there is no head that cannot be cut off by the death knell - so is the advertising slogan released to the outside world.

In fact, he still had so many misses.

In any case, as the death knell of Deadpool's cousin, it can be regarded as a physical skill at the peak level of human beings.

In comparison, it is possible that Ms. Siva, who also had a physique, and her two brothers, as well as her daughter, could have a head-to-head contest.

Such a powerful existence, how terrifying the close-body technique that has been precipitated after countless fights?

Luke quickly gave the answer.

He turned his head to the side, dodging the heavy cannon-like uppercut with precision.

A strong airflow hit his face, blowing his short black hair.

Luke didn't change his face, and seemed to know that this punch would not hit him. Taking advantage of the moment Sigmund closed his fist, he hugged the opponent's neck with both hands, and pushed forward with force, his knees slammed up and hit him hard. abdomen.

A series of actions are neat and neat, as if they have been done countless times.

The rich experience from the death knell told him that there are many organs in the abdominal cavity and the distribution of nerves is extremely rich.

Just hitting here can immediately cause severe abdominal pain, making it difficult for the enemy to breathe, muscle spasm, and quickly lose the ability to fight.

The truth is just as Luke expected.

Even if Sigmund is a "battleship-class", his physical fitness is extremely amazing, but it still belongs to the category of human beings.

puff!

With a heavy knee, Sigmund spit out a mouthful of blood.

He felt that the river was turning upside down in his stomach, his internal organs were smashed into a ball, and his breath was suffocating.

"It hurts!"

Sigmund's body leaned forward, his whole body bowed into a large lobster, and he almost fell to his knees.

In a face-to-face effort, he was crushed by Luke's fighting consciousness.

"That's not enough!"

A low voice from above rang in Sigmund's ear.

The hands tightly around his neck pressed down hard.

The fragile neck bone made a "click" sound, and the needle-like pain rushed to the brain.

The whole person fell down!

Bang!

Sigmund's strong body slammed into the hard concrete ground like a cannonball.

The face full of arrogance was in direct contact with the soil.

The blood flowed out from the nostrils wantonly, and in a short time it covered the whole face.

In less than 20 seconds, this "battleship class" ended up in a pitiful state of embarrassment.

"Bastard! I'm going to twist off..."

Sigmund was furious, like a roaring giant bear.

He was about to roll over and get up, but was kicked back by Luke.

"I haven't allowed you to stand up yet."

There is a strong humiliation in the playful voice.

Sigmund, who was played unilaterally, was almost going crazy.

He put his hands on the ground, his muscles bulging out of the German uniform.

With a violent force, the foot on the back was forcibly pushed away.

Those eyes full of anger were filled with fiery energy.

A halo of high temperature like a ball of lightning is about to erupt.

"To die..."

Before Sigmund could show his power, a palm as powerful as iron pincers pressed against his face.

It was like a sledgehammer smashed in the face, smashing the "battleship class" to the point of shattering the nasal bones and bleeding profusely.

The uncontrollable terrifying energy poured directly from between the fingers, like a dazzling arc of light, slamming into Luke's palm.

For a while, the sound of "ZiZi" could be heard incessantly.

"I said I didn't allow you to stand up, don't you understand?"

Luke's voice was calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuations.

Even his palm was about to be attacked by the energy released by Sigmund, and it was roasted into pitch-black coke.

The terrifying high temperature, coupled with the shattering light ball that can blast through the tank, quickly peeled off the surface skin, and the gushing blood was also evaporated, exposing the white bones.

Such a shocking and serious injury, placed on Luke, seems to be insignificant, not even qualified to make him frown.

The palm that was almost abolished was still pressing on Sigmund's head, like grabbing a basketball. No matter how hard the opponent moved, it would be difficult to escape.

After a few breaths, the blackened flesh of the right hand began to wriggle, and the necrotic skin grew back.

Although the healing speed is not fast, it is certain that Luke's palm will return to its original state in about ten minutes.

"Doesn't this guy feel pain?"

The blond, the most arrogant Siegfried looked cold inside.

Although they are Aryan superhumans, they have experienced the severe pain of human transformation, their nerves are strong, and their will is determined.

But it is also difficult to be as cold as Luke, who is indifferent to a frontal energy attack.

The young brigadier general of the Allied Army did not even frown, his eyes remained calm as always.

"Of course I feel it."

Luke raised his right hand, grabbed Sigmund's entire head firmly, and smashed him into a wall like throwing garbage.

As if seeing through Siegfried's thoughts, he said softly: "The squirming of flesh and blood, the sharp pain that tugs at the nerves, and the tingling of skin growth, like a thousand ants crawling, make you think. Go scratch it."

"The feeling of all this is so clear that I can't ignore it at all, but I feel like I've experienced it countless times, and my heart has no fluctuations - even I don't know why."

The duller the tone, the more the scalp of the remaining two Aryan Supermen tingled.

In their hearts, Luke's image has changed from a strong one at the beginning to a silent and stoic with a steel-like will, Taishan collapsed in front of him.

In a nutshell, it's getting scarier!

In fact, Luke is far from being as calm as he seems.

It was just the fighting consciousness from the death knell that made him choose to ignore this pain.

The years of learning to kill with his uncle in the gang made Luke used to the humiliation of life, but he has not yet cultivated to the level of the Terminator's facial paralysis - no matter if his hands or feet are broken, he is unmoved, and he is determined to move towards a goal. go ahead.

The death knell has a powerful self-healing ability, so in battle, it is inevitable to adopt a frantic style of exchanging injuries for injuries.

Shot by machine guns, arrows pierced through the chest, organs ruptured...

He has experienced all kinds of serious injuries.

Injury, self-healing, and then re-injury—a constant cycle that tempers the nerves of the death knell.

This iron will, like Edman's metal, was also integrated into a part of the fighting consciousness, which was reflected on Luke's body.

"I can exchange a few more in the future, maybe I can turn the battle consciousness of Death Knell into my instinct."

Luke, whose thoughts were floating, couldn't help but have the idea of ​​using the skill card to brush his proficiency.

Although the painting style of the studio next door is a little dark, but all of them are talented, and they speak nicely. It is best to use them as tools.

"Come on together."

Luke restrained his thoughts, looked at the ruined street, and took a step: "I don't have much time left for you."

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