"Another Deadpool."
Rorschach felt a slight ache in the balls. The people he least wanted to face right now were martial arts "experts" like Deadpool.
Such people might not be able to hurt Rorschach, but they were like rats—far too good at dodging and scurrying around.
Rorschach really could not inflict much damage on them in a short time.
But this guy in front of him...
He was still a notch below Deadpool.
In Rorschach's hands, he basically had no room to catch his breath and was suppressed throughout the entire fight.
Rorschach taking him out was only a matter of time.
If only I could use heat vision for a little longer.
Rorschach could not help thinking that.
If heat vision lasted long enough, fighting would be much more convenient. Why go through all this trouble? He could just blast the enemy and be done with it.
No matter how nimble they were, how long could they keep it up?
Unlike now, when he clearly had a machine gun in his hands but could only use it for single shots.
Even so, Rorschach's strength was immensely powerful to ordinary people—perhaps even unbeatable.
At the very least, that was the case for the Ninja before him.
Before Rorschach, he could only rely on his footwork to dodge and evade. He did not dare face Rorschach head-on at all.
His opponent was simply too strong, and he could fire deadly lasers from his eyes. One moment of carelessness could mean death or severe injury.
While Rorschach fought the Ninja, Erik had already reached the second-floor corridor and ruthlessly attacked Shaw.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Under Erik's control, one metal object after another continuously smashed toward Shaw.
This time, the Phasing Man beside Shaw did not help phase Shaw. He merely phased