There was a loud bang, like a heavy bomb detonating on the streets of Manhattan.
John's seemingly small punch hit Poison-Horned Lion's face covered with thick black scales firmly.
The huge creature that had just swatted Superheroes away like a fly didn't even have time to scream. Its huge body was directly knocked off the ground, slid backwards for more than ten meters, and crashed heavily into the lobby of an abandoned bank.
Dust and scraps of paper fell from the sky like snowflakes.
The blue arc of electricity drew a long strip of light across the street.
Reggie's speed is so fast that ordinary people's naked eyes cannot catch his movements.
The young mother who was protecting her daughter tightly felt a breeze blowing in front of her eyes, but the expected monster stampede did not come.
She opened her eyes blankly and found that she and her daughter had been sitting safely on a safety bench two streets away.
The fat old man selling hot dogs was lying next to him. The old man was holding his broken leg with a ghostly expression on his face.
"Oops, uncle, the ketchup on your body got on my new running shoes. These are limited edition. Lynn Director If you see it, you'll be talking about me again."
A boy in casual clothes stood in front of them. He patted his shoes with some distress, and before the uncle could thank him, his whole body turned into a blue light and disappeared.
In the center of the street, Poison-Horned Lion struggled to get up from the rubble. The enraged beast fell into a rage.
The huge sharp horn above its head emitted a dangerous red light, and the surrounding ground began to crack under its heavy footsteps.
It opened its bloody mouth that exuded a strong sulfur smell, and just when it was about to roar, a giant billboard weighing several tons fell from the sky and hit its head with a clang, knocking back its roar.
Tommy stood in the middle of the street, his hands pressed in the air, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.
"Annie! Hurry up! This guy is too strong, my Telekinesis can't hold it down for long!"
Tommy gritted his teeth and shouted.
The special training of lifting red bricks in the yard finally showed results at this time. Before, he might not have been able to hold on for three seconds before losing strength.
"Got it!"
Annie's petite body is currently bathed in dazzling electric light.
The street lights and neon signs on the entire street were extinguished in an instant, and the huge electric current gathered along her hands and turned into a golden beam that could melt steel.
The girl opened her eyes suddenly and pushed forward with her hands.
A thick golden light beam directly hit Poison-Horned Lion's chest.
The dazzling light caused the ordinary people hiding behind the bunkers to subconsciously close their eyes.
The high temperature burned the scales and made a sizzling sound, and Poison-Horned Lion let out a painful wail.
It struggled desperately and moved forward against the impact of the beam.
The magic resistance and physical resistance of this Fantastic Beasts are ridiculously high. Although it was injured by Annie's beam, it was not enough to kill it with one hit.
John stood not far away and slowly stood up straight.
He didn't rush to make up for the damage, but turned his head and looked around.
The streets that were in chaos just now miraculously got a window of respite because of their appearance.
Those who were supposed to die in the ruins were now safely moved to the street corners by Reggie, hiding behind various bunkers.
I don't know who took the lead, but a trembling but grateful shout came from the corner.
"Thank you... thank you."
The sound was very weak and inconspicuous in the chaotic streets.
But John has a keen hearing and he can hear clearly.
Later, more and more eyes focused on these children.
There is no crazy fanaticism in those eyes, nor blind worship of the idol packaged by Vought International.
That was pure gratitude, the true look in his eyes when he looked at his savior.
John felt that the hot feeling in his chest became more intense.
This feeling is even stronger than after the mutant rats were cleared out.
He grew up in a laboratory and was used to the cold gazes of people in white coats, and he was also used to the calculating gaze of Stan Edgar.
He always thought that as long as he was strong enough, others would be afraid of him, and that was enough.
But Lynn told him that others are afraid of you and others are sincerely grateful to you, which are completely different things.
John Now I finally understand.
This feeling of being needed and truly appreciated is simply more addictive than eating a hundred vanilla ice creams, and it makes the blood all over your body boil.
He turned his head and looked back at Poison-Horned Lion, who was wrestling with Annie's beam.
In Azure's eyes, the dark red light surged again.
But this time, he didn't have the kind of violence that wanted to destroy everything, but was more calm.
He remembered what Lynn taught him on Lawn, that power is like water in a reservoir, you must learn to turn it into a precise scalpel.
John took a deep breath.
He didn't use Heat Vision to blow up the whole street, but tapped his feet and his whole body instantly rose into the air.
In mid-air, he exerted force on his waist, like a falling meteor, accurately landing on Poison-Horned Lion's broad back.
Without any unnecessary movements, John raised his right fist.
This is not an ordinary tortoise boxing, but a fighting technique taught to him by Black Noir, how to concentrate all the strength of the whole body on one point and use waist twist to destroy the enemy's center of gravity.
Bang.
A seemingly ordinary punch, with unreserved pure physical power, hit Poison-Horned Lion's spine hard.