The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Chapter 32 Locke:

Scars are a man's military medal.

But...

If there are too many scars, it will not look good, and it is not easy to explain.

So!

Warm-up is over.

Locke just glanced at the wound on his chest, moved his hands and feet again, and looked up at Deacon: "The battle of the extraordinary is indeed different from that of ordinary people. I have learned a lesson."

Dicken heard this, and a hideous smile appeared on his twisted face.

"Beg for mercy?"

"No."

Locke moved his neck and smiled brightly at Deacon: "You can die now."

Just now when Deacon was fighting with Blade, he was outside and had learned Deacon's fighting skills through remote viewing.

But that was just learning, not practice.

However, he has just practiced it. I dare not say big words, but at least he has mastered 80% of the extraordinary fighting skills.

As for the remaining 20%, it is just a matter of time.

And his current extraordinary fighting power, in the battle with Deacon just now, he has already positioned himself.

In a word.

He is stronger than Deacon, the A-level vampire who has lived for a hundred years.

Yes.

Although Deacon had been suppressing him just now, he felt that if he did not hone his extraordinary fighting skills and went all out, Deacon would not be able to beat him.

After all, he has a cheat.

Deacon is right. Vampires of the same level are often more powerful the longer they live.

Because the strength of vampires depends on blood.

The more blood they suck, the stronger they are.

Unfortunately, Locke has a cheat.

He does not need to rely on the first embrace of a higher-level vampire to upgrade like other low-level vampires.

Locke only needs extraordinary points.

As long as he has enough extraordinary points, he can upgrade indefinitely.

And...

After the upgrade, he immediately stood at the peak of the level after the upgrade.

This is what he discovered when he just fought with Deacon.

Simply put.

Deacon has indeed lived for nearly a hundred years, but what does this mean? He has not yet touched the ceiling of the combat power of A-level vampires.

But after Locke upgraded, he immediately became the ceiling of the A-level vampire's combat power.

So!

What he wanted, he had just obtained in the battle with Deacon, so Deacon was useless, so he could die.

"Hehehe!"

Deacon had a weird expression and laughed strangely, but was interrupted by Locke.

"Don't laugh, save your time and leave, cross the Styx."

"No."

"You will be shattered and can't go to hell."

"..."

Deacon restrained his weird smile, his twisted face was covered with frost, and he looked at Locke expressionlessly.

The next second.

Deacon attacked.

Locke raised his right hand without blinking.

"Bang!"

"What?"

Deacon, who directly put his fist into Locke's right palm, shrank his scarlet eyes slightly and looked at Locke who was standing still in front of him.

Locke's mouth corners raised, and he pinched Deacon's fist with his right hand and clenched it suddenly.

Crack!

Bang!

The fist that Locke held shattered in an instant.

"Ah!"

Deacon, who only felt a burning pain in his heart, screamed and subconsciously swung his right leg towards Locke.

Locke's right foot hit out instantly.

Bang!

Deacon's right foot bone shattered.

The next second.

Locke's body moved slightly, and the moment he released his right hand, his right leg directly shot a powerful shot at Deacon who seemed to be kneeling in front of him.

Deacon's body flew backwards instantly, and with a bang, just like Locke just now, he was directly hit on the wall of the hangar, leaving a human-shaped pit that could almost penetrate.

Boom!

Deacon, who landed again, struggled to get up from the ground like a dead dog.

"Da, da, da."

Locke stepped on the hangar floor with his leather shoes, put one hand in his pocket, and walked slowly towards Deacon with an expressionless face.

Just as he said just now.

He is better than Deacon.

"Ah!" Deacon, who curled up into a ball, roared and struggled to get up from the ground, then looked at Locke who was walking over, his scarlet eyes were now covered with fear: "This is impossible."

Locke smiled and looked at Deacon, who had just been kicked hard by him and half of his face was sunken: "What's impossible."

He had already heard the alarm of the Sentinel Special Service Team.

But there was still some distance.

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Dicken stumbled and leaned against the wall with his back, looking at Locke with horror, his voice as hoarse as a crow, full of three parts of shock, three parts of disbelief, three parts of fear and one part of difficulty to accept.

"This is impossible, you have only been transformed for a short time."

"This is impossible."

"Hehehe, this is impossible!"

Dicken's sunken mouth cracked and he laughed strangely.

Obviously.

He couldn't accept the fact that he, a vampire who had lived for nearly a hundred years, was powerless in front of a vampire who had not even lived for a year.

Unfortunately, he didn't think about what he was doing when he was complaining about the thirteen pure-blooded vampires being corrupted by the drunken modern life.

Was he improving his own strength?

No.

He spent all his time planning thirteen pure-blood vampires and how to find ways to transcend levels.

In fact, Dickon is worse than thirteen pure-blood vampire elders.

Even if those thirteen pure-blood vampire elders were a waste of time, they did enjoy fine wine, beautiful women, and various delicacies.

Where's Dickon?

He spent all his time in calculations and intrigues.

"Tsk."

"Is this crazy?"

Locke calmly looked at Dickon, who was leaning against the wall and screaming strangely, and his eyes flickered.

Just then.

"Go to hell!"

"Die to me."

Dickon, who was screaming strangely, looked at the flashing look in Locke's eyes, roared, shouted, opened his mouth, and screamed out at Locke who was very close at hand.

but……

"puff!"

"Boom."

"..."

Dickon kept his mouth open, listening to the sound of something falling to the ground, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Enter the eyes.

Locke held a silver sword and looked at him with a smile.

On the ground, lying quietly was an arm with its palm crushed.

"This is……"

"mine?"

Dickon thought to himself, and then his eyes fell on the right side. The shoulder that had lost his right arm was bleeding.

But he didn't feel the pain from the wound.