Chapter 74

"Speed and strength, pretty good!"

Feeling the strong airflow coming from the front, zigmund threw away the head in his hand and showed a cold smile.

The palm clenches hard, and the muscle fibers are like tight steel wires.

Under the force of terror, the bones of the whole body burst.

One blow out, like a heavy gun!

Luke, who also waved his fist, suddenly changed his sharp eyes.

At this time, he has the death knell fighting consciousness and close combat ability - he is the most outstanding tactician and assassin on the next set.

A world-class mercenary who, as a mortal, has repeatedly singled out the Justice League and the young Titan.

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

From superheroes to villains, they may appear on his list of solutions.

As long as you give enough money, there is no head that can't be cut off - that's what the advertisement says.

In fact, he still had several failures.

In any case, as the death knell of the big cousin, it can be regarded as the highest level of human body skill hanging ratio.

Really, by comparison, it may be that Ms. Siva, who has also opened the body art hanging, as well as her two senior brothers and her daughter, can compete head-on.

How terrifying would such a powerful existence be the melee technique precipitated by countless battles?

Luke soon gave the answer.

He turned his head sideways to avoid the heavy gun like upper hook.

The strong airflow hit his face and blew his short black hair.

Luke didn't change his face. He seemed to know that the boxing couldn't hit him. Taking advantage of the moment when zigmund closed his fist, he put his hands around each other's neck and pushed forward. His knees suddenly pushed up and hit his abdomen hard.

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

Rich experience from the death knell tells him that there are many visceral organs in the abdominal cavity and extremely rich nerve distribution.

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

The fact is just as Luke expected.

Even though zigmund is a "battleship", his physical quality is extremely amazing, but it still belongs to the category of human beings.

Poof!

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

He felt the tumult in his abdomen, his organs stirred up, and his breathing was stifled.

"It hurts!"

Zigmund's body leaned forward, and he almost fell to his knees.

A face-to-face Kung Fu, he was crushed by Luke's fighting consciousness.

"That's not enough!"

A low voice from above sounded in zigmund's ear.

He put his hands around his neck and pressed them down heavily.

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

The whole man fell down!

Boom!

Zigmund's strong body hit the hard concrete ground like a shell.

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

Blood flowed wantonly from the nostrils and soon covered the whole face.

In less than 20 seconds, the "warship class" came to a miserable end.

"Asshole! I want to break..."

Zigmund was furious, like a roaring bear.

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

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

The joking voice contains a strong sense of humiliation.

Zigmund, who was teased unilaterally, was almost crazy.

His hands supported the ground, and his bulging muscles broke the German uniform.

With a sudden force, he forced the foot on his back.

Those angry eyes were filled with hot energy.

A ball of lightning like high-temperature halo is about to spray out.

"Die..."

Before zigmund could make a great deal of power, a forceful palm pressed on his face.

It was like a sledgehammer hitting the "battleship class" head-on, smashing the nose bone and bleeding.

The uncontrollable terror energy poured directly from between his fingers, like a dazzling arc, crashing into Luke's palm.

For a moment, the sound of "Zizi" was heard.

"I said I didn't allow you to stand up. Can't you understand?"

Luke's voice was faint, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Even his palm was about to be attacked by the energy released by zigmund and baked into dark coke.

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

Such a shocking and serious injury on Luke seemed worthless, and he was not even qualified to frown.

That almost useless palm, still pressing ziegmund's head, is like grasping a basketball. No matter how the other party earns, it is difficult to escape.

After several breaths, the blackened flesh and blood of the right hand began to wriggle, 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.

"Won't this guy feel pain?"

Chigfried, blond and most arrogant, was cold at heart.

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

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

The young Brigadier General of the League military did not even frown, and his eyes remained calm as always.

"Of course I feel it."

Luke raised his right hand, firmly grabbed zigmund's whole head and smashed his opponent into a wall like throwing garbage.

As if he had seen through Siegfried's thoughts, he whispered, "the flesh and blood wriggles, the sharp pain pulling the nerves, and the numbness and itching of skin growth are like a thousand ants crawling, so you can't help but want to scratch."

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

The more insipid the tone, the more numb the scalp of the remaining two Aryan Superman.

In their hearts, Luke's image has changed from being strong at the beginning to being silent and patient with an iron will and the same color.

Generally speaking, it's getting more and more terrible!

In fact, Luke is far less calm than he seems.

It was only the sense of battle from the death knell that made him choose to ignore the pain.

The years when he followed his uncle to join the gangs and learned to kill made Luke accustomed to the inferiority of life, but he had not yet cultivated to the degree of facial paralysis of the Terminator - he was unmoved by the broken hands and feet, and firmly moved towards a goal.

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

Machine gun fire, arrows through the chest, organ rupture

He has experienced all kinds of serious injuries.

Injured, self-healing, and then injured again - this continuous cycle has tempered the death knell's tenacious nerve.

This kind of steel will like aidman's metal is also integrated into a part of the fighting consciousness, which is reflected in Luke.

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

Luke, with his mind floating, couldn't help thinking of brushing proficiency with skill card.

Although the painting style of the studio next door is a little dark, they are all talents. They speak well and can be used best as tools.

"Let's go together."

Luke restrained his thoughts, looked at the ruined street and stepped out of the way: "you don't have much time left."