Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke also hedged up, facing each other's swinging fists, his body turned, a trick came... the cape leg method.

The cape behind him was wide open, covering his figure.

Bronsky just punched and didn't give a shit about the trick.

Before absolute power, any tricks are useless...?

Bronsky feels empty feedback behind the cape, then fists into the mud.

A black leg shadow simultaneously flashed from the blind spot of sight on his side, pulling heavily on his cheek.

The ugly toad's face instantly deformed and a spit sprinkled in the air.

Bronsky's neck was kicked by the elders, his head twisted out seven or eight meters, and he rolled over the ground for several more laps before stopping.

This foot Luke still uses 50% strength, afraid to kill Bronsky at once.

As a result, Bronsky didn't wait for the rolling force to disappear, he rolled up smoothly, looked at Luke's previous position and found it empty.

But his physical qualities were greatly enhanced. Not only did he resist beatings, but he also reacted slowly and immediately raised his head.

Just above the night sky, an oval shadow of black came with a tail flame, merging with Luke over a hundred meters high.

The slim Dark Knight Armor immediately became huge.

But this is the defensive accessory that Luke just threw out of hand. It was difficult to dock when he was accelerating at full speed, but now it can be slowed down.

Bronsky roared, walked his legs away, took two steps, suddenly pulled his strength, and Duang swung up into the sky and pounced toward the road.

“Childish.” Luke skipped his mouth.

He had long been guarding against this simple, rough jump tactic, but the thrusters pushed slightly harder, shifting sideways for a few meters.

Whatever effort Bronsky had made to wave, he had recently crossed Luke half a metre away.

Luke sends his opponent to continue rising, with no intention of attacking.

He got Bronsky into a deserted park, not masterminding in the air, just to do some little experiments.

A flesh-armed violent troll who looks a little like Green Fat and experiments with a long imagined tactic.

But Dr. Banner was quite tough and resisted turning green and fat. Luke couldn't just pull him out and beat him because he wanted to experiment.

The last time the witch in Tahiti counted as such, but the guy was able to recover his injuries by eating people, and the witch helped him, so he wasn't a good “tool man” for the experiment.

So Bronsky, who is isolated and helpless and has no "spell” ability, cannot be spared.

Bronsky yelled angrily, looking down at Luke getting farther and farther, and he couldn't help but flash a thought: Fako, jump too hard.

The Dark Knight, who turned aside and looked at him, seemed ridiculous with the blue and white light flashing on his nail lenses.

But completely empty Bronsky, nothing can be done.

In this world, Newton's coffin boards are often unstoppable.

But for Bronsky, when he jumps, he also has to admit that Newton is great in his old family and that his body will honestly yield to the practical effects of the Three Laws.

So he kept going up to a few hundred meters before reaching the top of the parabola, and then he fell down with his teeth dancing claws and burst into the mud in the park.

In the last 10 seconds or so, Luke just drifted a few meters, and then he saw him go up, saw him land, and successfully docked the defensive accessories.

When Bronsky drilled out of the mud pit, Luke fell exactly 10 meters out in front of him, hooking his finger to him: "Anti-Mother Ang Aso. ”

The muddy Bronsky immediately ate this memoir ridiculing you, shouted up, and punched.

Luke couldn't help but punch himself in the face.

Boom!

Two equally huge fists collided, and huge wind pressures erupted at the point of impact, backing them all together.

Bronsky screamed, and one arm was a little deformed.

With 23% damage, Luke looked at the war-loss tips on the light screen and was a little surprised and reassured: this guy shouldn't be fat or green, but he's not much weak.

This is a special accessory for Luke to get beat up, and it's also the sturdiest accessory, which is nearly a quarter of the durability of being punched out.

The flesh-eating excavator player is terrible.

Step back under your feet, step out of a series of pits on the ground, remove the huge impact, and Luke plunges again.

The screaming Bronsky still reacted extremely quickly, immediately using his undamaged other hand.

Boom!

In the blast, the two huge figures separated again.

Luke got beat up this time, and Bronsky rolled over a dozen laps on the ground.

When Bronsky climbed up, his hands could only temporarily and powerlessly hang in front of him, revealing a little fear in his eyes.

He's not green and fat, he doesn't have the ability to get angrier and stronger, and he saves a lot of reason.

Although the emotions of brutality have been disrupting him, the basic situation is clear.

The Dark Knight across the street uses armor, it's goosebumps, just break it and change it.

Bronsky is made of meat, and you can't just change it if it's broken.

Luke didn't give him time to hesitate, and the thrusters unloaded their impulses and landed on the ground again.

Bronsky had to bite his teeth up and block them in front of his chest, even if his hands were sore.

Boom!

Luke punched him in the crossed arms, and the crackling bone crackle was masked by the air explosion, and Bronsky rolled out and fell into a sand pit.

The two of them have arrived at the park's golf course.

Luke stood on a slightly higher grassy slope, stretching out his already somewhat inflexible arm armor twice and hooking his finger into the sand pit again: “The anti-mother, Ang Aso. ”

This time, Bronsky stood up hesitating.

He just said that playing tricks before absolute strength is pointless.

Now that he's lost to absolute power, shouldn't he be running?

Luke looked at 32% of the damage on his left arm and 45% of the damage on his right arm and felt he could replace the other tests next.

It's a bit expensive to beat each other like this.

Don't look at Bronsky at this moment, he's actually slightly injured in both hands, and there are hidden signs of recovery.

This recovery rate, if not intermediate self-healing, is estimated to be similar.

No wonder Bronsky's so crazy, he's looking for fat green troubles.

Luke's side is concave and observing the state of the experiment.

The hesitation that Bronsky had just flashed in his mind was once again inundated by the anger of this ridiculous skill: "Die! ”

His huge figure stepped on the sand pit, shook up a lot of sand and dust and swept up against Luke.

Luke put his hand up on Bronsky's arm, his little arm slammed, the scales rubbing rapidly against the armor, making a noise of nourishment.

Bronsky's fist had to run down in the direction of Luke's arm.

Boom!

Once again, the meadow was blown out of a huge pit, and Luke held his hands together and punched them against Bronsky's low head.

Duang!

Bronsky's head was all over the ground.