Anti-Deathstroke Armor

Whoosh!

Inside the gym, a black shadow climbed along the wall.

Suddenly, several sharp whistling sounds tore through the air. The shadow tensed all four limbs, used the recoil to spring into midair, and folded her body through an extremely difficult maneuver worthy of a world-class acrobatic performance.

The shadow tucked her knees and rolled once. As her feet touched down, her body sank low with them.

One hand was raised high while the other braced against the floor. Her movement was incredibly graceful, catlike, without making the slightest sound.

It was Selina. Her black skintight outfit perfectly accentuated her curvaceous, sexy figure.

A perfect landing!

Selina secretly rejoiced. Whether she could become a superhero was not important. What mattered was that she looked absolutely cool right now!

"Don't get distracted in a fight. Keep your concentration at its peak." Russell appeared behind Selina and ruthlessly lashed out with a whip kick.

Selina flipped forward, planted both hands on the ground, and sprang into the air, trying to widen the distance between herself and Russell.

It was a good idea, but she was too weak!

Bang!

Russell stepped forward and reached Selina's side in an instant, moving alongside her.

This is bad!

Selina's pupils shrank to pinpoints. She could see Russell charging toward her and predict his next move, even the angle from which he would attack.

But seeing it and sensing it were one thing; her body could not keep up. Russell's uppercut struck her squarely in the abdomen, forcibly changing her trajectory. Instead of flying backward, she shot straight upward and slammed hard into the ceiling.

Bang!

A searing pain shot through her back as if her spine had broken. Selina's breath caught. When she fell, she did not rush to regain her balance. Instead, she curled up,