Superman

"Speed ​​and strength, not bad!"

Feeling the strong airflow coming from the face, Sigmund dropped the head he was holding in his hand, revealing a cold smile.

The palm of the hand is squeezed tightly, and the muscle fibers are like tight wires.

Under the terrifying force, the bones of the whole body burst into sound.

A punch, like a heavy cannon!

Luke, who also made a fist, suddenly changed his sharp eyes.

At this time, he has the death knell's combat awareness and melee ability-that is the most outstanding tactician and assassin on the set next door.

A mortal, the world's top mercenary who has singled out the Justice League and Youth Titans many times.

Plundering life is as natural as breathing for the death knell, and the combat experience he has accumulated is extremely rich.

From superheroes to villains and villains, it is possible to appear on his list of solutions.

As long as you give enough money, there will be no death knell that can't be cut off—the advertising slogans released to the outside say so.

In fact, he still had a few missed defeats.

In any case, as the death knell of Deadpool's cousin, it can be regarded as the pinnacle of human body skills.

In comparison, Ms. Siwa, who also had a physical exercise hook, and her two senior brothers, and her daughter, could compete head-to-head.

How terrifying is such a powerful existence, the close-body technique that has been precipitated through countless fights?

Luke quickly gave the answer.

He tilted his head, avoiding the heavy-shot uppercut with precision.

The strong air flow hit the face, blowing the short black hair.

Luke didn’t change his face. He seemed to know that this punch could not hit him. Taking advantage of the moment when Siegmund closed his fist, he hugged the opponent’s neck with both hands, pushed forward, his knees suddenly pushed up and hit him hard. abdomen.

A series of actions were simple and neat, as if they had been done countless times.

The rich experience from the death knell told him that there are many internal organs in the abdominal cavity and the distribution of nerves is extremely rich.

As long as it hits here, it can immediately cause severe abdominal pain, make it difficult for the enemy to breathe, muscle cramps, and quickly lose the ability to fight.

The fact is exactly as Luke expected.

Even if Sigmund is a "battleship class", his physical fitness is extremely amazing, but it still belongs to the category of human beings.

puff!

A heavy knee bump directly caused Siegmund to spit out a mouthful of blood.

He felt that his stomach was turned upside down, his organs became a ball, and his breathing was choked.

"It hurts!"

Siegmund's body leaned forward, his whole body bowed into a large lobster, and he almost fell to his knees.

After a meeting, he was crushed by Luke's fighting consciousness.

"It's not enough!"

A low voice from above sounded in Siegmund's ears.

The hands that held his neck tightly, pressed down heavily.

The fragile neck bone made a "click" sound, and the needle-like pain rushed to the brain.

The whole person is planted down!

Bang!

Siegmund's strong body was like a cannonball, slamming into the hard concrete ground.

That face full of arrogance, directly came into close contact with the soil.

The blood ran out of the nostril wantonly, and soon it covered his entire face.

In less than twenty seconds, this "battleship class" came to a miserable end.

"Asshole! I want to twist..."

Siegmund was so angry, like a roaring giant bear.

He was about to roll over and get up, but was kicked back by Luke.

"I haven't allowed you to stand up yet."

There is a strong humiliation in the joking voice.

Siegmund, who was unilaterally played around, was almost crazy.

He supported the ground with both hands, his bulging muscles bursting through the German uniform.

With a sudden force, he forcibly pushed away the foot that was on his back.

Those angry eyes filled with fiery energy.

Clusters of ball-shaped lightning-like high-temperature halos are about to gush out.

"Suffer..."

Before Sigmund could show his power, a palm as powerful as an iron clamp was pressed on his face.

It was like a sledgehammer hitting it head-on, smashing this "battleship-class" to pieces, and blood was flowing.

The terrifying energy that was out of control pouring directly between the fingers, like dazzling electric arcs, blasted into Luke's palm.

Suddenly, the sound of "zizi" was endless.

"I have said that you are not allowed to stand up, do you not understand?"

Luke's voice was faint, without the slightest mood swing.

Even his palm was about to be attacked by the energy released by Sigmund, roasting into pitch-black coke.

The terrible high temperature, coupled with the burst of light that can blast through the tank, quickly peeled off the skin on the surface, and the blood that gushed out was also evaporated, exposing Bai Sensen's bone stubble.

Such a shockingly serious injury was placed on Luke, as if it was not worth mentioning, and he was not even qualified to make him frown.

The palm that was almost abolished, still pressing Sigmund's head, was like grabbing a basketball, no matter how hard the opponent struggled, it was difficult to escape.

After a few breaths, the charred flesh and blood of his right hand began to squirm, and the necrotic skin grew again.

Although the speed of healing is not fast, it is certain that Luke's palm will recover in about ten minutes.

"Does this guy feel pain?"

The blond and the most arrogant Siegfried looked cold inside.

Although they are Aryan superhumans, they have experienced the severe pain of human body transformation, with strong nerves and firm will.

But it is also difficult to be as cold as Luke, who is still indifferent with an energy attack.

The young brigadier general of the allied army did not even frown his eyebrows, his eyes remained calm as always.

"Of course I feel it."

Luke raised his right hand and firmly pinched Siegmund's entire head, like throwing trash, and smashing the opponent into a wall.

As if seeing through Siegfried’s thoughts, he whispered softly: “The blood and flesh are squirming, the sharp pain that pulls the nerves, and the numbness of the skin growth, like a thousand ants crawling, you can’t help thinking Go and scratch."

"The feeling of all this is so clear that I can't ignore it, but I feel like I have experienced it countless times, without any fluctuations in my heart-even I don't know why.

The more dull the tone, the more the remaining two Aryan Superman's scalp numb.

In their hearts, Luke's image has gone from being strong at the beginning to being silent and persevering with a steel-like will.

In layman's terms, it is getting scarier!

In fact, Luke was far less calm than he seemed.

It was the fighting consciousness from the death knell that made him choose to ignore this pain.

During the years of working with the gangs with his uncle and learning to kill, Luke got used to the frivolity of life, but he has not yet cultivated to the level of terminator facial paralysis-regardless of broken hands or feet, he remains unmoved, and is determined to move towards a goal. go ahead.

The death knell has a strong self-healing ability, so in battle, it is inevitable to adopt a crazy style of injury for injury.

Shot by a machine gun, the arrow pierced through the chest, and the organ was broken...

He has experienced all kinds of serious injuries.

Injury, self-healing, and then another injury-this continuous cycle, tempering the death knell tough nerves.

This steel will, like Edman's metal, was also integrated into a part of the fighting consciousness and reflected on Luke.

"In the future, I can exchange a few more cards. Maybe it can turn the death knell's fighting consciousness into my instinct."

Luke, with his thoughts floating, couldn't help but have the idea of ​​using skill cards to swipe his proficiency.

Although the style of painting in the next studio is a bit darker, all of them are talented people, and they speak nicely. They are best used as tools.

"Let's go together."

Luke stopped his thoughts, looked at the ruined street, and took a step: "The time left for you is not much."