Stand User in Marvel Universe

“Hmm? Why is it so bloody? ”

A breeze broke out and suddenly some of the men who remained outside watching suddenly moved their noses and said:

“Anything else, it must have been Yamaji the pervert who mutilated that poor little guy. Last time a new guy had to see it, he even spit out his bile when he came out, hahahaha...”

“There's a figure over there. ”

“It should be Sanji they're back. ”

“No! There's only one guy, and he's too tall. ”

As they carefully cast their eyes, Dior has begun to accelerate the ripple force between his legs.

“It's the kid who was taken away! ”

The moment Dior suddenly accelerated his disengagement from the darkness, the man standing outside recognized him and saw his blood-dropping firewood knife!

Heh, heh! Heh, heh!

The next moment, however, the silver knife instantly cut through their four necks and completely cut off their cries.

With four heads grunting down, the intense smell of blood finally caught the attention of the enemy.

“Dom's dead, Bruce's dead, enemies! ”

“Shoot! Shoot! Here!”

Dior's location immediately emitted a dense gunshot sound, at least a few dozen people quickly came out of the room and joined together, and the meat mountain finally stood up, at least two meters tall, extremely scary in the distance, like a monster.

Once discovered, Dioso stopped playing with assassinations and the few people who shot at him were reckless.

“Die! ”

Dior's suicide assault off the bunker seemed to them to be a complete search for death, at least as many as ten pistols pointed at him at the moment to start shooting.

Boom, boom, boom...!

However, a stunning scene appeared, and one molecular bullet was actually split open by him alive with the broken wood knife, and the rest of the bullet did not appear any dull sound on him. Instead, it was directly and crisply bounced off, as if he was wearing an invisible layer of steel armor!

Just over a dozen meters away, Dior almost blinked into the crowd and started bloody killing with that rusty wooden knife!

The already dull rusty wooden wooden knife in Dior's hand is like a sickle of death. Anything that stands in front of it will be cut open with one knife, no exception!

As the last few were directly split in half with guns, a great panic swept over the rest of the survivors!

“The devil, he's the devil! The devil crawled out of hell and avenged us! ”

“Monster... monster, run! ”

“Calm down! Calm the fuck down! Fire! ”

The scene suddenly suddenly became extremely chaotic. Someone tried to escape, didn't want to face such nightmares anymore, but someone screamed furiously and pulled the trigger, trying to kill the monster who couldn't get in the knife gun.

In such a chaotic situation, Dior was so fishy that it took almost no effort to quickly chop the past down, and whoever stopped him was left behind in a very tragic state of death.

At this moment, the earth trembled, and a flesh mountain was slowly coming.

After seeing his BO.SS show up, I don't know why, the rest of us suddenly seem to find the main bone, and the fear of the god begins to diminish sharply and look at him with fear and fanaticism.

“Mutants? ”

Meat Mountain suddenly came to Dior with an intriguing question.

But before Dior could answer, he immediately grinned and grabbed Dior.

“Even a mutant is dying! ”

Dior's gaze was cold and he did not retreat. He rushed straight forward with an arrow, and the wooden knife in his hand flashed a silver light and stabbed directly into 'Meat Mountain’.

However, something unexpected happened to him. The sharp wooden knife had been stabbed in, but it seemed like he was stuck in the mud and couldn't pull himself out, and the other hand continued to shoot as if there was no sensation.

As soon as he realized something was wrong, Dior gave up the wooden knife and retreated. The other party's palm, which was the size of a dandelion, patted directly on the ground, smashed a half-metre pit.

Combining that power with what they just said, Dior knew immediately that this meat mountain must be a mutant, otherwise his attacks would not have been ineffective.

At this point, he was surprised to find that the wooden knife that stabbed him in the stomach had been pulled directly from the fat pile, and he had not suffered any harm himself.

“Doesn't work, you know what ‘swamp’ really means? ”

In the talking room, he broke the wooden knife, then put his hand in his own compost and stirred it up, and then pulled out a rocket cartridge and pointed it directly at Dior.

After seeing his own BO.SS finally get serious, the rest of us immediately expel the fear, even if the kid is horrible? The real horror is standing right in front of him!

Boom, the enormous fire directly drowned where Dior stood before.

To be honest, Dior had never seen a mutant before, and he was still such a disgusting mutant.

The other party's abilities, however, are a little peculiar, as if the compost could be wrapped to accommodate any object and then taken out at any time, which means that a physical attack would normally be ineffective against it.

“No wonder they get fat and don't know if it's a side effect or deliberate. ”

Dior, who dodged early, picked up two stones and threw them at his enemies. Under the wrap of corrugated energy, the stones possessed the power of ordinary rifle bullets.

And this time, Dior is no longer aiming at those thick fats, but at the other person's eyes, even if they're fat enough to be a ball, it's impossible to let the eyes fill the brain with fat.

His guess was correct. Faced with these two high-speed rocks, 'Meat Mountain' immediately lifted his fat arm and blocked it, and then the two stones instantly disappeared.

Although this is just a test, it also proves that the other person's ability seems to be more than just ‘accommodating', but also has a certain ability to absorb shocks, except that the fat that started trembling frequently has already told Dior that his ripples are not easily dissolved.

“I said, it doesn't work...”

“No, you're dead. ”

Dior stood still, but looked at each other as if he were looking at a dead man.

“Son of a bitch, I'm gonna put you...”

Boom!

He's not finished yet, his head is like a nail that was hit by a heavy hammer in the plank, directly into his body!

[The world] appeared quietly in the air with a fist shadow from above and below, and each fist began to strike unreservedly on the other's head without much fat protection.

Boom, like a watermelon cracked, red and white sprayed all over the place.

Then the disgusting fat was punched and splattered everywhere, until the huge 'Meat Mountain’ burst apart, [the world] threw its fists behind Dior and looked indifferent.