The Death Knell

The fat woman was very frightened, and this terrifying display of erasing half of the building with her hand made her scream from the bottom of her heart.

As if hearing some beautiful music, No. 8 Ball shook his head and raised his hand.

His shoulders relaxed and his emotions calmed down a lot. He used the energy of the universe to lift the woman on the ground, ready to continue the great work of lifting her skirt.

But at this moment, the woman's feet suddenly lifted off the ground, and she fell straight up in the air, floating towards the balcony, as if someone invisible had dragged her legs along an invisible plane in the air. .

Even though she pulled on the broken edge of the guardrail in fear, all her nails flying off did not stop the momentum.

No. 8 Ball looked at his hand and quickly moved it back. He thought he had used too much force again.

No, no matter how hard he used cosmic energy to pull the woman back, it had no effect.

The fat woman screamed. She felt like she was going to be torn into two pieces. The nightgown she was wearing exploded first and turned into pieces of rags, falling to the ground. Only her two fat arms were still alive. Hang some pieces of cloth.

Seeing this scene, No. 8 Ball suddenly let go.

Without the skirt, he had no interest. The white fat looked disgusting and greasy. Forget it, let her die.

Then I touched the underwear I was wearing and felt that I had made a profit. I wanted to go home and savor it slowly.

A big dark hole appeared on the floor behind him, like a pool table hole. He turned around and was about to jump in...

A ray of silver light suddenly lit up from the half-remaining living room, and a red bright spot with a long trail arrived in front of him instantly. A black and yellow mask covered his number 8, and a giant sword was inserted from his chest. , penetrated from behind, dividing the star pattern into upper and lower halves.

The blade was horizontal, passing through the gap between the ribs perfectly, severing the arteries of the heart and lungs. Blood flowed down the blade and splashed on Deathstroke's boots."

"Don't be too busy and leave. Let's have a chat?"

No. 8 Ball put his hand on the sword blade and slapped it to one side.

The giant sword was punched out of his body with broken bones and internal organs. Even with Su Mingjia's strangulation power, it was still half a step behind the opponent.

Fortunately, Su Ming always held his weapon tightly, so there was no embarrassing situation like losing his sword.

The No. 8 ball, which had been pierced through the chest by the weapon, was almost cut in half. Only half of the lung on the other side of the wound and some muscles and blood vessels were left to maintain the body.

But almost a few tenths of a millisecond later, his injuries healed, even those caused by X metal.

Compared with the death knell who was riding on his face in front of him, he was more concerned about the integrity of his underwear and checked it immediately.

"Fortunately, the clothes are not damaged... You are the death knell, I remember, that voice always tells me that the death knell is coming. I have never been able to figure out what the death knell is."

He patted the empty cup on his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"..."

Su Ming had no intention of telling him more. He switched the giant sword to his left hand, took out the God Killer from his waist bag with his right hand and struck again.

The golden light accompanied by the electric current cut off the opponent's head directly. The black sphere really slowly rolled into the hole and disappeared with a pop.

But the next second, the black ball head emerged from the air again and returned to the opponent's neck.

The No. 8 ball smiled. He knocked on his head and spread his hands towards Su Ming: "It's useless. Don't you know how to play billiards? The black No. 8 ball entering the hole first will not count."

Rules?

As expected, it was almost as expected. When a new star was selected, how could the consciousness of the universe not give him a trump card?

No wonder he picked the eight ball.

If the head of the eight ball hits the ground, it is regarded as the billiard ball entering the hole. If other balls do not enter the hole first, the black eight will not be counted.

A person's code name is a kind of 'existence' in the universe. The will of the world has helped this madman upgrade an inconspicuous rule, upgrading the rules of billiards to the cosmic level.

It didn't have a big impact on the universe, but it made Su Ming's battle more difficult.

It's always troublesome to kill people who can't be killed by conventional means, not to mention that the No. 8 ball in front of you still has the energy entity "Star Mark" in its body, and the golden cicada may escape from its shell at any time.

Su Ming kept moving his hands, and the two weapons continued to greet each other, while Strangler also launched an attack.

The cloak tried to act as a tripwire and help.

However, the effect was mediocre. The opponent's martial arts skills were not worth mentioning in front of him. They could be said to be at street level. However, the cold weapons were still unable to cause effective damage to him.

However, having him face the door and his back to the balcony was also part of the strategy.

Just when the death knell was clinging to him, a woman with long hair floated in the air below the balcony. Red energy fluctuations flowed from her body, and everything around her for hundreds of meters was reflected in the strong light. became red.

Her hands twisted and turned into claws made of energy. They flew from behind and firmly grasped No. 8 Ball's body.

The black ball's head turned 180 degrees, and the strange white circles and numbers faced Wanda, and her heart skipped a beat.

"It's useless, woman...why don't you wear a skirt?"

She heard the strange man's voice, and she could feel that she was holding on to a ball of water or air, and he could escape at any time.

But the next moment, she heard the voice of the Supreme Mage again. The voice was still calm and accurately reached her ears:

"Don't be affected by his words! Wanda, change his reality! Change the black number 8 to the yellow number 1!"

She didn't understand why, but she subconsciously did what the Supreme Mage said.

The black hood on the head of the No. 8 ball turned into a yellow style just because of Wanda's thought, and the number in the white circle also turned into a black '1'.

Without waiting for the madman to react, the golden scimitar in Deathstroke's hand instantly turned into a golden billiard cue. Strangler also extended its tentacles and pierced the opponent's body as a fixation, so that the host could stab the cue on the 'No. 1 ball' center of.

"boom!"

The hood, including the head inside, exploded. Plasma and bone fragments rained down on the two of them. The headless corpse spurted out the blood in its cavity and slowly fell to its knees.

"Eat him and hang him."

Su Ming turned the billiard cue into a scimitar, shook off the blood beads in the air and put it away. With the other hand, he retracted the sword and gave the order to the symbiote in his heart.

The black tentacled monster pounced on the corpse on the ground.

"Is this solved?"

Wanda flew in from outside the balcony, looked at the cocooned body on the balcony floor, and grinned slightly.

Deathstroke took off his mask, took out the smoke point and said:

"Fortunately, we moved quickly enough and didn't give No. 8 Ball a chance to be funny. If he started to perform tricks like throwing on the ground, I would lose inexplicably... He would solve it, but Star The target is not necessarily true. No matter what, you did a good job. Without you, I'm afraid I would still have to put in more effort in this battle. Maybe I would have to use the time stone, or find some entities that are not easy to deal with to negotiate terms."

"Why can he be killed by changing his hood?"

Wanda looked puzzled. This seemed to be completely different from the people with self-healing abilities she had seen in the past.

Does the self-healing of No. 8 Ball have nothing to do with yourself?

"I said that the host of the star is either stupid or crazy. He told me how to kill him himself."

Su Ming smiled and gave Wanda a bottle of soda as a reward. He held a cigarette in his mouth and watched the strangulation and digestion of the corpse:

"He said that the first black No. 8 ball does not count, so he is reminding me to start from the No. 1 ball. It just so happens that the chaos magic you control is best at distorting the essence of things. The will of a single universe can I can’t stop you..."

Wanda lowered her head and rubbed the ground with the toes of her shoes, blushing and said:

"Thank you. Actually, I'm not particularly strong. I still need to study more."

"...The demon behind it."

Su Ming pushed the open soda into her hand, and then finished the rest of the interrupted sentence.