Marvel’s Superman

　　 "Speed ​​and strength, not bad!"

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

　　 The palm of the hand is tightened firmly, and the muscle fibers are like tightened steel wires.

　　 Under the terrifying force, the bones all over the body burst into sound.

　　 blasted out with a punch, like a heavy artillery!

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

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

　　 As a mortal, he has repeatedly singled out Justice League, the world's top mercenary of the young Titans.

　　 Taking life is as natural as breathing to 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 cut off your head—the advertising slogan released to the outside says so.

　　 In fact, he still had a few missed defeats.

　　 No matter what, as the death knell of the big cousin of Deadpool, it can be regarded as the pinnacle of human body skills.

　　 Really compared, it may be that Ms. Siwa, who also had a physical exercise hook, and her two senior brothers, and her daughter can compete head-to-head.

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

　　 Luke quickly gave the answer.

　　 He tilted his head, avoiding the heavy cannon-like 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 are simply and neat, as if they have been done countless times.

　　The rich experience from 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 you hit this place, it can immediately cause severe abdominal pain, making it difficult for the enemy to breathe, muscle cramping, and quickly losing 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.

　　噗!

　　 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 face-to-face effort, he was crushed by Luke's fighting consciousness.

　　 "This is not enough!"

　　 The 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 fell down!

　　嘭!

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

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

　　 The blood ran out of the nostril wantonly, and the whole face was covered in a short time.

　　 In less than twenty seconds, this "battleship class" ended in a miserable and 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."

　　 The playful voice contains a strong sense of humiliation.

　　 Siegmund, who was played unilaterally, was almost crazy.

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

　　 violently exerted force, forcibly pushed away the foot that was on the back.

　　 Those angry eyes filled with fiery energy.

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

　　 "Suffer to death..."

　　 Before Siegmund could show off 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 its nasal bones, and blood was flowing.

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

　　 All of a sudden, the sound of "zizi" was endless.

　　 "I told you that I didn't allow you to stand up, don't you understand?"

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

　　 Even if his palm is about to be attacked by the energy released by Sigmund, it burns into pitch-black coke.

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

　　 Such a shocking and 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 would be difficult to escape.

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

　　 Although the healing speed 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, their nerves are strong, and their wills are firm.

　　 But it is also difficult to be as cold as Luke, indifferent to an energy attack from the front.

　　 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, firmly pinched Siegmund's entire head, like throwing garbage, and smashed the opponent into a wall.

As if he could see through Siegfried’s thoughts, he whispered: “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 around, you can’t help but think Go and scratch."

　　 "The feeling of all this is so clear that I can't ignore it at all, but I feel like I have experienced it countless times. UU reading www.uukanshu.com has no fluctuations in my heart-even I don't know why."

　　The more plain the tone, the more the remaining two Aryan Supermen's scalp numb.

　　 In their hearts, Luke’s image has gone from being strong at the beginning to being silent and persevering with iron will, and Taishan collapsed before the change.

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

　　 Actually, Luke is far less calm than he seems.

　　 was just the fighting consciousness from the death knell, which made him choose to ignore the pain.

During the years when he became involved in the gangs with his uncle and learned how to kill, Luke got used to the frivolity of life, but he has not yet cultivated to the level of terminator facial paralysis—no matter if he breaks his hand or foot, he remains unmoved, and is determined to move towards a goal. go ahead.

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

　　 was fired by a machine gun, the arrow pierced his chest, and the organ was broken...

　　 He has experienced all kinds of serious injuries.

　　 Injured, self-healed, and then injured again-this continues to cycle, honing out the death knell's tough nerves.

　　 This kind of 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 I can turn the death knell combat consciousness into my instinct."

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

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

　　 "Let's go together."

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