The long knife formed by Mawson's right hand was extremely sharp, and the plague did not react for a while, and was slashed by Mawson.

With their flesh, they can already carry bullets hard, and even if a small grenade launcher hits their bodies, they are only minor injuries that can be repaired quickly. But even so, with the blessing of Mawson's power, this knife still hit the plague hard in an instant.

Pale green slime splashes, because of biological characteristics, they do not have similar blood tissues as humans, those splashes of slime are not only their blood, but also a part of their body.

These damaged tissues are simply not repairable in battle, and if they are lost too much, they will die.

After the first blow was successful, Mawson drew his knife, and his body spun and slashed again.

"Help me!"

Plague no longer had the same arrogance as he yelled frantically as he tried to dodge Mawson's attacks.

"Stop him!"

Tong!

A majestic figure in the oblique thorn struck, and it was the black man who had just stood beside the plague, covered in symbiotes.

His body shape change is extremely terrifying, and his height has exceeded three meters, and in terms of size, he is already extremely close to Hulk.

With thick limbs and a carapace-like substance, this guy's strength was so great that Mawson was suddenly attacked and nearly knocked out.

After that guy knocked into Mawson, his huge body pressed down and raised his elbow to hit it!

"I'm afraid you won't make it?!"

Mawson took a half-step back and kicked the ground into a deep pit, he inhaled and retracted his fist, and by the time he did, his entire arm had swelled to the point that it was the same as the symbiote on the other side.

Rumble!

Two thick black arms, colliding head-on.

There was a thunderclap in the flat ground, and the air wave generated by the explosion blew the nearby turf with a rattling sound, and if it was an ordinary person standing nearby, I am afraid that it would be blown away in an instant.

Mawson's physical fitness should not be as strong as the symbiote in front of him, but his right hand is parasitic on Ryoko Tamiya, and his strength cannot be measured by common sense.

"This guy can actually compete with Berserk for power?!" The wound on the plague's chest was quickly repaired, and each of the five symbiotes under Armstrong's command had special abilities, among which the special ability of the furious was his strength far beyond his peers.

In a head-to-head confrontation, no one is his opponent.

Although Sonic is the weakest, it is the most lethal against symbiotes, so Armstrong will send him there when he knows that there may be symbiotes brought back from outer space in the Life Fund.

"Nether, let's help him!"

The wound on her chest was almost recovered, and the plague rushed again, and the last woman was covered in the symbiote.

This symbiote differs from several of her companions in that it is pale in color, not exaggerated, and even more peculiar in that it has a pair of open wings on its back.

Boom Boom!

At this time, Mo Sen and Furious were fists to the flesh, frantically bombarding each other, Mawson has rich combat experience, obviously more than a step stronger than Berserk, and also has more advantages in strength, and soon pressed the Berserk Hammer.

Whoosh!

The plague spat out strands of slime in the distance, and the mucus was densely packed with countless flesh worms, and under the control of these things, the slime it spit out could actually turn in the air, covering Mawson's body with great precision.

Where the plague has been attacked, the clothes are instantly corroded clean, but when the mucus touches the skin, it changes its attack pattern.

The corrosive toxins are gone, and in their place, there is a tingling itch.

With Mo Sen's concentration, even if the pain is magnified by 10 times, he can endure it, but this kind of Ma Zhen penetrating from the skin into the muscles makes his movements slightly chaotic.

At this time, the fury also seized the opportunity and attacked wildly, the wings of the Netherworld flying in the sky trembled, and the sharp stimuli as thick as an adult's arm shot out at the edge.

The three of them cooperated tacitly, and you came and went, and they temporarily suppressed Mosen.

"Is this guy really human?"

"How can it be so strong?"

"What do you think will be the level of strength if you coexist with such a guy?"

The plague attacked as it communicated with the Nether.

The situation has gained the upper hand for the time being, and in their opinion, it is only a matter of time before they defeat Mawson.

However, Armstrong, who was watching the battle from behind, did not have a relaxed expression, and he could see that the human in front of him was obviously not using all his strength.

Boom!

Mawson took a violent punch and was knocked out dozens of meters away, dragging a deep furrow on the ground with both feet.

In fact, from the very beginning, all his energy was not focused on the three people in front of him, but he had been careful to watch out for Armstrong in the distance, and in his heart, that guy was the most terrifying.

If you're not careful, there's definitely a chance you'll be hit hard by the other party.

In addition to its strong strength and special physique, the symbiote's recovery ability is also extremely exaggerated, so it is best to be able to fight quickly.

Although his staying power is super strong because of the energy core, his recovery power obviously can't keep up. Once you accumulate injuries, it's still easy to lose.

"The one in the back, aren't you going to make a move?"

Mawson tore off his torn clothes and faced the four of them naked.

His entire chest and back had basically turned solid black like his right arm, and his left hand clenched into a fist, and there was a sound of metal grinding.

"To deal with you, you don't need to be sent by God." Plague smirked.

He roared furiously, didn't speak, buried his head and rushed towards Mawson, his heavy steps stepping out one deep pit after another on the ground, this guy was huge, but his speed was not slow.

In Mawson's senses, it was even slower than the little spider covered with the symbiote!

This is already a very impressive one, considering that Berserk's strength lies in his strength and defense.

Mawson seemed to turn a blind eye to the furious attack, staring at Armstrong in the distance without blinking.

What the other party's idea is, Mo Sen naturally knows, and now he can basically be sure that the leader of the symbiote that the mission asked him to kill should be this guy!

This task is actually very difficult, and if ordinary people find a compatible symbiote, their strength will increase by more than 10 times as before.

Like Peter, the improvement is even more pronounced.

But all the symbiotes in the face of this guy in front of them, I'm afraid they can't even exert 110 of their own strength, as powerful as a riot, and they don't even have the strength to resist in front of Armstrong.

"Since you're not going to make a move, it's better!"

The expression on Mawson's face became solemn, and the muscles in his dark arm squirmed, and by this time the fury had already rushed in front of him.

At the moment when the two were about to collide, Mawson's body shook strangely, and he dodged the violent attack by a fraction of a second.

Immediately after that, his body rotated, his right arm waved like a tyrannosaurus, and his palm cracked from the tiger's mouth, turning into a huge mouth in an instant!

"Die!"

The muscles of Mo Sen's entire arm shook wildly, and he actually shook the air and made a strange sound, like a dragon coming out of the abyss, the eagle struck the sky, and the huge mouth opened to swallow the entire head of the rage!

Click!

Armstrong was discolored, and his arm waved at Mawson's head and pressed down!