The God of Injustice in Marvel

Touching the blood on his neck, Murakami couldn't remember the last time he bled.

As an old monster who has lived through the entire industrial era and is four to five hundred years old, Murakami is very qualified to tell this kind of ancient and dusty old story.

Under Leon's disgusted eyes, Murakami licked a mouthful of blood from his fingers, then turned around and spit it on the ground.

There was no question about sneak attacks or anything like that. In a life-and-death battle, Murakami had done things like inserting eyes and blowing sand.

The battle of life and death is always about life and death!

The wound on his neck did not affect the fight, but Murakami could hardly accept that he was cut by the opponent so easily.

He has practiced martial arts for hundreds of years, constantly breaking through his own limits and pursuing the peak of his skills, to the point where he himself is a living martial arts epic.

But he found that he probably couldn't defeat a strong man who could only chop and chop.

Leon's rough way of holding the knife and even rougher attack methods, his stance, and his power were all ugly and unsightly to the eyes of the skill master Murakami.

But he is such a guy, one move will force him to retreat, and the other move will make him see blood.

Xin, maybe he was killed by such a move, that guy...

No lies.

For a moment, Murakami felt a little disappointed that he had spent hundreds of years trying to survive in this world.

In the face of absolute power, skills become worthless.

So, what is the value of the martial arts that I have worked hard to hone for hundreds of years and the moves that I have meditated on? What is the value of my life?

"young people!"

ah?

Leon scratched his head, what did this old man want to say?

As if asking Leon, more like asking himself, Murakami said: "What is the meaning of life..."

Tony, who was fighting with Alexandra on the side, took a moment to look here.

I am in full swing, and you actually held a symposium over there!

Tony didn't have much fighting experience, and it was not by chance that he met an old monster with a lot of fighting experience. This woman had been studying to become stronger for hundreds of years, and she had talents and means.

As for Tony, although his armor is very strong, the environment here does not allow him to use all his firepower, unless he wants to drag everyone into the ground together, so Tony, who is apparently the strongest, has his hands tied and fights very hard.

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On the contrary, it was Mark and Gunsou, who were punching each other, and the back and forth was very lively. Gunsou was even more excessive. He mainly delayed and defended the whole process, making up his mind to hold one person down and wait for others to finish it.

After defeating his opponent, he came to support him.

…

On Lyon's side, he was also confused after hearing Murakami's sudden literary question.

But who is Leon? Mental patients have broad minds and are more happy than young people!

After only three seconds of confusion, Murakami was still confused, and Leon immediately gave the answer.

"The meaning of life?"

He slammed the knife on the ground, folded his hands on the handle, and said seriously and seriously: "Of course it's for pornography!"

Um?

Um?

Um?

Um?

Um?

The battlefield was quiet for a few seconds, and several "Huh?" came from everywhere.

"Doing...doing porn?!!"

"That's right!"

With his head slightly lowered, Leon said in the deep male voice used to narrate ancient cold weapon wars on TV shows.

"We ate colorful food and finally pulled out the yellow Lao Ba Happy Rice.

We drink colorless water, which eventually turns into yellowish urine and is excreted from the body.

The white top was soaked with sweat from running around in life, and eventually turned yellow.

Bright red blood dries up and turns yellow over time.

No matter how lush the plants are, they will turn yellow after they wither.

When living trees are cut open, their trunks are also yellow.

The oil is also yellow.

Plant photosynthesis produces oxygen that we need to survive. Oxygen oxidizes metals and turns them into yellow.

Even the fruit produced by the plant itself will be oxidized and turn yellow.

Natural animals, herbivorous deer are yellow, and carnivorous tigers and leopards are also yellow.

The origin of all life, the sun is yellow, and it also turns all white things yellow.

All the fallen leaves of life return to their roots and turn into dust. As a result, the dust is also yellow.

Even the radiant flame that burns life is yellow.

Life has no other meaning, and the earth only likes yellow.

Maybe it's not all that complicated. Maybe our planet doesn't want to look blue or green, it likes yellow.

And you and I are just tools for producing yellow.

Your life should be used for pornography! Not for committing crimes!

If you have been engaged in yellow for hundreds of years, we will definitely not be the result of this sword fight at this time.

I will even give you a hug and say: The original poster is a good person! I wish the original poster never dies!

Murakami, have you realized it?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After Leon finished speaking, the entire underground space became completely silent. Even a talkative player like Tony was speechless.

Leon was the only one left in the audience chanting: "Understand the applause!" Then he clapped to himself, like a seal patting its belly.

Master! I made a mistake! (Correct!)

Murakami was also confused.

Ah, this………………

This, this, this sounds reasonable, but...

There must be something wrong with it!

"You fool me!!!"

Watching Leon clapping his hands there, he also imitated the magician and bowed to the non-existent audience.

Murakami finally reacted.

Murakami, who had always shown himself to be a gentle and elegant master, had hundreds of years of cultivation skills that were broken by Leon in thirty seconds.

Gritting his teeth, he raised the knife and slashed at Leon. It didn't matter what moves or skills he had. Murakami just wanted to chop him once!

On the opposite side, Leon had an absolute advantage in speed. At this time, he was moving lightly and dodging calmly, making him look more like a master. Especially, this guy was pretending to have his hands behind his back.

It would be more like it if he couldn't speak.

"You can't do this, brother!"

"Where was that hairstyle you used to have?"

"You have to stand up!"

"Ah! Haha, I lied to you, but you really almost hit me."

"Wow, you can cut through such a thick stone. You are indeed a master who has been practicing for hundreds of years~"

Murakami was already in a state of confusion. He had just been defeated by Leon, and Leon was still spitting venom. The more he tried to calm down and strike, the more his moves went out of shape.

In fact, these are not the key points. The key to the problem is that Murakami knew clearly from the moment he asked that sentence that he was no match for this unknown weirdo.

This collapse of belief was the real reason for Murakami's sudden and complete collapse.

Holding the knife, Leon dodged from left to right, his mouth never idle, and from time to time, he would take advantage of Murakami's strength to use up and give him a knife when he had no time to change his moves.

After chasing Leon for a long time, Leon who was being chased was unscathed, but Murakami who was chasing him was covered in wounds, and his suit was almost torn into rags.

Kneeling on the ground with one knee, holding his knee with one hand and holding the knife with the other, Murakami gasped heavily. At this time, Murakami's rationality gradually returned, and he began to be afraid.

Afraid of losing, even more afraid of death.

The longer you live, the more you fear death, especially for people like him. After all, the five of them went to the beginning of their sins because they were afraid of death.

Hiding his sight, Murakami observed the situation on the altar.

"It's almost time..."

Oh! There is a flaw!

Instantly appearing behind Murakami, Leon held a knife across Murakami's neck: "What are you looking at over there?"

Leon noticed from the beginning that the five of them could attack together, but one of them was inexplicably left on the stone platform.

In the entire underground, apart from a few eye-mounted torches carved into the walls, this stone platform was the only one that was artificially constructed. Leon would not believe it if there was nothing wrong with it.

Slowly pressing the knife back, Murakami held it firmly with the knife and tried his best to resist.

"Don't you want to know the meaning of life?"

Leon said: "I don't know other people's, not even my own. But, I know yours."

He pressed the knife back a little more, and Murakami's hands began to tremble, his legs kicked to the ground, and no trace of his masterly demeanor was left.

"You have lived for so many years just to deliver the purification value to me!"

There was no time to think about what the purification value was. Leon, who had been keeping his strength, suddenly used force and pulled back violently!

Murakami, the owl leader.

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