Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

"Looks like you still need to keep working hard. Good luck."

Lin Yan's gaze shifted slightly away from Angel Yan and landed calmly on Natasha, who was struggling to get back to her feet.

There was no trace of tenderness toward women.

Not even—Natasha, ""

Was this still that... god who had turned the tide alone during the Battle of New York? Was he planning to watch the show this time? Bang! Bang bang bang!! Rumble!!! The heavy footsteps sounded like a pile driver, weighty and shocking.

Rage burned in Abomination's eyes. His terrifying gaze was bloodshot, as if his eyes were about to burst from their sockets.

At that moment, Abomination was completely consumed by fury.

His reason was gone. There was only one thought in his head—

Kill.

Slaughter.

Blood.

Boom! That tank-like body charged forward. Under Natasha's horrified gaze,

Abomination's target was actually Angel Yan. His immense strength, terrifying speed, and the impact of that massive body—

"Not good, Yan!"

Though Natasha was jealous of Angel Yan, she still cried out in alarm.

That woman had slender arms and legs, a waist one could encircle with a hand, skin whiter than snow and delicate enough to break at a touch. Though she was arrogant and rude, that blow would surely leave her bones shattered and tendons torn. She might even die on the spot.

It might be gruesome.

Torn to pieces.

Abomination was so fast that even Natasha could not react. It was as though the air itself had been compressed into a low hum.

Yet with a glance,

Angel Yan remained as calm as ever. She sat with one leg crossed over the other, holding a glass of Red Flame in her hand without moving in the slightest.

Her posture was proud.

Composed and unhurried.

Natasha