"Speed and power, not bad!"

Feeling the strong air currents in his face, Siegmund threw away the head he was carrying in his hand and smiled coldly.

The palms of the hands are clenched hard, and the muscle fibers are like tightened wires.

Under the terrifying force, the bones of the whole body made a cracking sound.

A punch is blasted out, like a heavy cannon!

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

At this time, he has the fighting consciousness of Death Bell and the ability to fight in close combat - he is the best tactician and assassin on the set next door.

A world-class mercenary who has singled out the Justice League and the Young Titans many times as a mortal.

Plundering life is as natural as breathing for Deathstroke, and the combat experience he has accumulated is incomparable.

From superheroes to villains, it's all possible to be on his solution list.

As long as enough money is given, there is no head that the death knell can't cut off - the advertising slogan released to the outside world says.

In fact, he still has a few misses.

No matter what, as the death knell of Deadpool's big cousin, it can be regarded as the pinnacle level of human beings.

In real comparison, it may be that Ms. Xiwa, who also opened the physical surgery, as well as her two senior brothers, and her daughter can compete head-on.

How terrifying should such a powerful existence, a near-body technique that has been precipitated by countless battles?

Luke was quick to give an answer.

He turned his head sideways, pinpointing the cannon-heavy uppercut.

A strong airflow hit his face, blowing the short black hair.

Luke's face did not change, as if he knew that this punch would not hit him, and took advantage of the moment when Siegmund closed his fist, hugged the opponent's neck with both hands, and pushed forward hard, and his knee slammed up, hitting him hard in the abdomen.

The series of movements is crisp and neat, as if it has been done countless times.

His extensive experience from Death Knell has taught him that there are many internal organs in the abdominal cavity and the distribution of nerves is extremely rich.

As soon as you hit here, you can immediately cause severe abdominal pain, make it difficult for the enemy to breathe, muscle spasms, and quickly lose the ability to fight.

And that's exactly what Luke expected.

Even though Siegmund is a "battleship-class" with extremely amazing physical qualities, he still belongs to the category of human beings.

Burst!

A powerful knee hit directly caused Zygmund to spit out a mouthful of blood.

He felt his abdomen turn upside down, his organs were stirred up, and his breath was suffocated.

"It hurts!"

Siegmund leaned forward, bowed into a large lobster, and almost fell to his knees.

With a face-to-face effort, he was crushed by Luke's fighting awareness.

"That's not enough!"

A deep voice from above, ringing in Zygmund's ears.

The hands that were tightly wrapped around his neck pressed down hard.

The fragile neck bone made a "click" sound, and pins and needles rushed to the brain.

The whole person is planted downward!

Boom!

Siegmund's muscular body smashed like a cannonball into the hard concrete floor.

The face with a look of arrogance was in direct contact with the dirt.

Blood flowed freely from the nostrils, and in a short time it covered the entire face.

In less than twenty seconds, this "battleship-class" ended up in a pitiful mess.

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

Siegmund was furious, like a roaring bear.

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

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

There is a strong sense of humiliation in the playful voice.

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

He braced his hands on the ground, his bulging muscles bursting through the German uniform.

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

Those eyes were full of rage, filled with fiery energy.

A ball of lightning-like high-temperature aura is about to erupt.

"Dead ......"

Before Zygmund could exert his might, a palm as powerful as an iron claw pressed against his face.

It was like a sledgehammer smashing head-on, knocking this "battleship-class" to the point that its nose bone was shattered and bleeding profusely.

The terrifying energy that was out of control poured directly from between his fingers, like wisps of dazzling electric arcs, and bombarded Luke's palm.

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

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

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

Even if his palm was about to be attacked by the energy released by Sigmund and scorched into pitch-black charcoal.

The terrifying heat, combined with the shattering ball of light that could blast through the tank, quickly peeled off the skin on the surface, and the blood gushed out also evaporated, revealing Bai Sensen's bone stubble.

Such a shocking and serious injury, on Luke, seems to be not worth mentioning, and he is not even qualified to make him frown.

The almost scrapped palm still pressed against Zygmund as if it were a basketball, and no matter how much the opponent struggled, it would be difficult to escape.

After a few breaths, the charred flesh of the right hand began to squirm, and the necrotic skin regrown.

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

"Doesn't this guy feel pain?"

With blonde hair and the most arrogant of all, Siegfried felt a chill in his heart.

Although they are Aryan supermen, they have experienced the severe pain of human transformation, and their nerves are strong and their wills are strong.

But it's also hard to be like Luke, who is indifferent to a head-on energy attack.

The young brigadier general of the Allied forces did not even furrow his eyebrows, and his eyes remained as calm as ever.

"Of course I feel."

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

As if to see through Siegfried's thoughts, he whispered: "The flesh and blood wriggling, the sharp pain that tugs at the nerves, and the tingling of the skin growth, like a thousand ants crawling, make you want to scratch it." ”

"It was so clear that I couldn't ignore it, but I felt like I had experienced it countless times, and there was no fluctuation in my heart – even I didn'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 with an iron will, and Tarzan has collapsed before him.

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

In fact, Luke is far from being as calm as he seems.

It's just that the fighting consciousness from the death knell makes him choose to ignore this pain.

The years of following his uncle into the gang and learning to kill people have made Luke accustomed to the cheapness of life, but he has not yet cultivated to the level of facial paralysis of the Terminator - he is unmoved regardless of his severed hands and feet, and is determined to move towards a goal.

Knell has a strong ability to heal itself, so in battle, it is inevitable to adopt a crazy style of fighting with injuries for injuries.

Machine-gun fire, arrows pierced his chest, and his organs were ruptured......

He has experienced all kinds of serious injuries.

Injury, self-healing, and then injury – this cycle of constant tempering the tenacity of the death knell.

This iron will, like Edelman's metal, is also integrated into a part of the fighting consciousness, which is reflected in Luke's body.

"In the future, I can exchange a few more tickets, maybe I can turn the fighting consciousness of the death knell into my instinct."

Luke's mind was wandering, and he couldn't help but have the idea of using skill cards to brush proficiency.

Although the painting style on the next set is a little darker, all of them are talents, and they speak well, so they are the best tools to use.

"Let's go together."

Luke gathered his thoughts, looked at the ruined streets, and took a step forward, "I don't have much time left for you. ”