Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

Whether in attack power or speed, he was beyond what ordinary people could achieve.

As swift as the wind and lightning.

As fast as a bolt of lightning.

As the punch struck Qi Lin, Killian's smile twisted. He could already picture her chest being burned away.

"Hahaha!"

But Killian's mouth had not yet stretched into a wide enough grin.

Before it froze.

The punch landed on her body without leaving a single mark.

He stared at the scene before him in astonishment. That punch had reached temperatures of thousands of degrees.

But Killian had no idea that the defensive power of Qi Lin's Dark Alloy Armor had already surpassed his comprehension.

"Too weak."

Qi Lin exerted a little force.

One of Killian's arms was torn off.

His wound was still healing at a visible rate, yet terror could already be seen in Killian's eyes.

Unease.

Fear.

Terror.

If he could not hurt his opponent, what did it matter if he could heal?

He would still just be a little brother getting rubbed into the ground.

Killian turned and tried to flee.

He.

Did not want to die.

The novels in every group were different.

Stark was even more bewildered. Why was Killian fleeing while Qi Lin simply watched without doing anything?

Was she going to let him go? "I'll chase Killian. Protect Mr. President."

At that moment, Stark was about to display his might and heroism. But just as he prepared to take off, an alarm sounded. "Booster malfunction: 100."

Damn it.

This was too embarrassing.

Stark wanted nothing more than to crawl into a crack in the ground.

And the plane was about to crash.

At that moment, J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice rang out. "Sir, your Mark Armor squadron is on its way. Ten-second countdown."

"Seconds."

"Seconds."

The Mark Armor army