Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 74 Tool Man No. [-], Deathstroke

"Speed ​​and strength, not bad!"

Feeling the strong airflow coming towards him, Siegmund dropped the head he was holding and showed a cold smile.

The palms are clenched tightly, the muscle fibers are like twisted steel wires.

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

A punch blasted out like a heavy artillery!

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

At this time, he has the combat awareness and melee ability of Death Knell-the most outstanding tactician and assassin on the next door.

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

To plunder life is as natural as breathing to Deathstroke, and the combat experience he has accumulated is extremely rich.

From superheroes to villains, they may all appear on his solution list.

As long as you give enough money, there will be no head that the death knell can't cut off-that's what the advertisements released to the outside world say.

In fact, he still had a few missed attempts.

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

In a real comparison, Ms. Shiva, who also opened the physical skill hang, and her two senior brothers, and her daughter might be able to compete head-on.

For such a powerful existence, how terrifying would the close-body technique accumulated after countless fights be?

Luke was quick to give an answer.

He turned his head sideways and precisely avoided that heavy uppercut.

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

Luke didn't change his face, as if he knew that this punch would not hit him. Taking advantage of the moment Siegmund retracted his fist, he hugged the opponent's neck with both hands, and moved forward with all his strength. His knees suddenly pushed up and hit him hard. abdomen.

A series of actions are crisp and neat, as if they have been done countless times.

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

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

The fact is just as Luke expected.

Even though Siegmund is a "Battleship Class" with amazing physical fitness, he still belongs to the category of human beings.

puff!

A powerful knee bump directly made Siegmund spit out a mouthful of blood.

He felt his abdomen tossed, his internal organs churned together, and his breathing was suffocated.

"It hurts!"

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

After a face-to-face effort, he was crushed by Luke's fighting spirit.

"That's not enough!"

A deep voice from above rang in Siegmund's ear.

With both hands tightly wrapped around his neck, he pressed down heavily.

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

The whole person fell down!

Bang!

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

The face full of arrogance was in direct contact with the soil.

Blood flowed out from the nostrils wantonly, covering the whole face in a short time.

In less than 20 seconds, this "battleship class" ended up in a miserable and miserable situation.

"Bastard! I'm going to twist..."

Siegmund was furious like a roaring bear.

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

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

There was a strong sense of humiliation in the joking voice.

Siegmund, who was being teased unilaterally, was almost going crazy.

He put his hands on the ground, his bulging muscles burst through the German uniform.

With a sudden force, he forcibly pushes away the foot on the back.

Those eyes filled with anger, filled with fiery energy.

Groups of ball-shaped lightning-like high-temperature halos are about to erupt.

"Death..."

Before Siegmund could show his might, a palm as powerful as iron pincers pressed his face.

Like a sledgehammer hitting head-on, this "battleship class" was beaten until its nasal bone was shattered and blood flowed profusely.

The uncontrollable terrifying energy poured directly from between the fingers, like strands of dazzling arcs, blasting into Luke's palm.

All of a sudden, the sound of "Zizi" can be heard endlessly.

"I said that you were not allowed to stand up, don't you understand?"

Luke's voice was flat, without the slightest emotion.

Even if his palm was about to be attacked by the energy released by Siegmund, it would be scorched into pitch-black coke.

The terrible high temperature, coupled with the destructive light ball that can blast through the tank, quickly peeled off the surface skin, and the gushing blood was also evaporated, exposing the white bone stubble.

Such a shocking and serious injury seemed insignificant to Luke, not even qualified to make him frown.

The hand that was almost useless was still pressing on Siegmund's head, like grabbing a basketball, no matter how the opponent struggled, it was difficult to escape.

After a few breaths, the scorched flesh on his right hand began to squirm, and the necrotic skin regrown.

Although the healing speed is not fast, it is certain that Luke's palm will return to its original state in about ten minutes.

"Doesn't this guy feel pain?"

Siegfried, who was blond and most arrogant, felt chills in his heart.

Although they are Aryan supermen, they have experienced the severe pain of body transformation, their nerves are strong, and their will is firm.

But it is also difficult to be as cold as Luke, who is indifferent to an energy attack head-on.

The young Brigadier General of the Allied Forces didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows, his eyes remained calm as always.

"Of course I feel it."

Luke raised his right hand, firmly grabbed Siegmund's entire head, and smashed him into a wall like throwing garbage.

As if he had seen through Siegfried's thoughts, he said softly: "The squirming flesh, the sharp pain pulling the nerves, and the itching of the skin, it's like a thousand ants crawling, you can't help thinking Go scratch it."

"The feeling of all this is so clear that I can't ignore it at all, but I seem to have experienced it countless times, and there is no fluctuation in my heart-even I don't know why."

The more bland the tone, the more it made the scalps of the remaining two Aryan supermen tingle.

In their hearts, Luke's image has changed from being strong at the beginning to a silent and stoic one with a steely will, who never changes color before Mount Tai collapses.

In layman's terms, it's getting more and more terrifying!

In fact, Luke is far less calm than it seems on the surface.

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

During those years when he joined the gangsters with his uncle and learned how to kill, Luke got used to the frivolity of life, but he hadn’t cultivated to the level of facial paralysis of the Terminator—no matter if his hand or foot was broken, he would not be moved, and he was determined to move towards a goal go ahead.

Deathstroke has a strong self-healing ability, so in the battle, it is inevitable to adopt a frenzied style of trading injuries for injuries.

Being shot by a machine gun, an arrow pierced through his chest, and his internal organs were ruptured...

He has experienced all kinds of serious injuries.

Injured, self-healed, and then injured again-this continuous cycle honed the tenacious nerves of Deathstroke.

This kind of iron will like Edman's metal was also integrated into part of the fighting consciousness and reflected in Luke.

"In the future, I can exchange a few more cards. Maybe I can turn Death Knell's combat awareness into my instinct."

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

Although the painting style of the studio next door is a little darker, but everyone is talented, and they speak nicely, so they are best used as tools.

"Come on together."

Luke restrained his distracting thoughts, looked at the ruined street, took a step forward and said, "There is not much time left for you."

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