Boom!
Two fists, one large and one small, collided without any fancy in the center of Cross-sea Bridge.
This was not like a collision of flesh and blood at all, but rather like a head-on collision between two high-speed heavy trains.
A circle of white air waves visible to the naked eye centered on the two of them and exploded against the bridge deck.
The snow and broken ice on the ground were cleared instantly, and a large piece of the hard cement bridge deck sunk downwards, and dense cracks spread crazily around like spider webs.
John felt an overbearing and unreasonable force rushing down his arm, and his whole body flew backwards.
However, he did not fall to the ground, but quickly adjusted his posture in mid-air.
A cold light flashed across his eyes, and John was suspended steadily in mid-air a few meters above the ground. Although he shook his numb wrist, his breathing was still steady.
On the other side, Soldier Boy is not feeling well either.
This tyrant of the old age, who claimed to be physically invincible, was actually shaken back several steps by this huge force.
Every time he took a step back, his bare feet would leave a deep footprint on the icy cement floor.
When he finally stood upright and lowered his head to look at his slightly trembling right fist, his usually arrogant eyes flashed with surprise for the first time.
He simply couldn't believe that a nine-year-old kid could actually compete head-to-head with him in terms of sheer physical strength.
"Good guy..."
Reggie, who was standing next to the black SUV at the back, was speechless. He couldn't help but rub his frozen hands, "John is so awesome! Beat this old popsicle to death!"
Tommy did not answer. His hands were already glowing with a faint light. Telekinesis was ready to go, ready to carry out remote interference according to Lynn's instructions.
Annie nervously grasped the corners of his clothes, and there was a faint golden light beating between his fingers.
Black Noir was holding his chest that was dented by the impact before, enduring the severe pain of the broken bone. His eyes under the mask were staring at John in mid-air.
Among the people present, only Lynn was the most relaxed.
He even slowly adjusted the collar of his windbreaker to block the biting cold wind blowing from the sea.
"Don't just watch the excitement, pay attention to your position, this old guy is getting impatient."
Lynn casually reminded the little guys around him.
Sure enough, Soldier Boy in the middle of the bridge felt that he had been greatly humiliated.
Being forced back by a cub that doesn't have all its fur is even worse than killing him.
"That's quite a lot of strength!"
Soldier Boy roared angrily, bent his legs suddenly, and once again pounced towards John in mid-air like an angry rhinoceros.
But this time, John did not choose the straight-forward brutal confrontation.
Just when Soldier Boy was about to rush in front of him, John's body slid half a meter to the side in an extremely weird way in mid-air.
He remembered the movements Mr. Black Noir taught him over and over again under the sunshine of Long Island Estate.
Power is not everything. Even if you have the power to overturn a tank, if you can't hit anyone, it's just a gust of wind.
Soldier Boy's powerful and heavy punch missed.
Before this old antique could stop due to inertia, John's eyes instantly became extremely calm.
His body sank slightly, leaning against Soldier Boy's thick arms, and his whole body burrowed into the opponent's inner circle like a loach.
There is no unnecessary nonsense and no shouting of move names.
John raised his elbow, and with the power of Soldier Boy's forward thrust, he hit the numb joint of his right arm with great precision.
Then, at the moment when the big man was free due to numbness in his arms, John bent his knees, and with a sound of breaking the air, he pressed hard against the most vulnerable liver of Soldier Boy's side.
Bang!
Bang!
Two dull blows sounded almost at the same time.
This is the top assassination fighting technique that Black Noir has honed over time. There is no superfluous showmanship. Every move is designed to destroy the enemy's physical functions most efficiently.
The moves are vicious, silent, and deadly.
And.
Faster than Black Noir! More ruthless!
Soldier Boy groaned, and the sharp pain from his side caused his movements to come to a fatal halt.
He instinctively wanted to stretch out his other hand to grab John's collar, but John had already used the reaction force of his knee to jump back lightly and landed steadily on the bridge railing a few meters away.
The whole process went smoothly and was dizzyingly fast.
In the rear camp, Black Noir looked at the little figure standing on the railing, and his shoulders shook slightly uncontrollably.
It was not fear, but an indescribable complex emotion.
It was after experiencing a long period of darkness and torture that I finally saw a glimmer of my own salvation.
Every movement John used just now, every angle of exerting force, was all what he had personally fed on the Manor's soft piece of Lawn little by little over the past half a year.
The tyrant who had given him endless nightmares and trampled him like a dog was now being beaten to a pulp by the children he had personally taught.
This huge emotional reversal made Black Noir's eyes slowly turn red under the mask.
John didn't give Soldier Boy any chance to breathe.
He was like a nimble swallow, relying on the pedaling force of the railing to pounce forward again.
There were no head-to-head punches, only short, close blows that were so fast that people couldn't see the afterimage.
The hand knife accurately cut Soldier Boy's throat, followed by a knee strike that hit the opponent's stomach hard.
Soldier Boy was beaten and retreated repeatedly, his heavy breathing carrying the obvious smell of blood.
But what is unexpected is.
This old gangster from the old days who was beaten was not only not angry, but a fanatical light burst out from his bloodshot eyes.
"Okay! Well done!"
Soldier Boy spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, and while being beaten, he grinned wildly,
"Ruthless and neat enough! As expected of me, this is what a real man should look like! Much better than those losers who only hide behind and shoot cold arrows!"
In his values, it is natural for me to beat my son. If my son can beat me to the ground, it is a better achievement than his predecessor, and it is an absolute proof of genetic excellence.
Not only did this beating not make him feel embarrassed, but it actually made him look at John more and more pleasing to the eye, and he felt a sense of pride inexplicably.
It's a pity that John doesn't buy into his twisted father-son love at all.
"You talk a lot of nonsense."
John's eyes were cold, and his small fist passed through Soldier Boy's defense and hit him hard on the chin, making a tooth-piercing sound of bone cracking.
In John's mind, bullshit genes and biological fathers are all meaningless nonsense.
All he knew was that this barbarian had just beaten Mr. Black Noir, who usually taught him painting and fighting, until he vomited blood.
Since you have damaged your family members, you have to pay the price.
John bullied him again and kicked Soldier Boy in the knee socket, causing the burly man to kneel down on one knee on the ice-covered bridge.
"You little bastard, don't be so shameless!"
Soldier Boy finally couldn't hang on anymore.
It's okay to be beaten to the ground by my son.
But he was beaten to the ground by his son in front of outsiders and enemies.
That would be a big deal!
The enemy felt relieved after seeing this scene, and might even have to light a cigarette for him.
At this moment, his arrogant self-esteem was instantly trampled to pieces.
Once his emotions got out of control, the energy in his body went wild.
A dazzling white light lit up from deep inside Soldier Boy's chest, like an active volcano about to erupt.
The temperature of the surrounding air instantly increased, and the snowflakes all over the sky evaporated into white vapor before they even fell.
The terrifying beam that can permanently eliminate Superpower is about to burst out uncontrollably.
Reggie and Tommy in the distance subconsciously tensed up their bodies, and Black Noir even forced himself to stand up to block it.
At this critical moment.
John didn't give this old antique a chance to accumulate energy and read the message.
The blond boy suddenly bent down and grabbed the collar of Soldier Boy's torn canvas jacket, and an unstoppable strange force burst out from his small body.
"Go to the sea and wash away the stench from your body."
John pulled Soldier Boy up from the bridge like a sack, rounded his arms, and threw it towards the dark sea outside the bridge guardrail.
Soldier Boy drew a long parabola in mid-air, the light on his chest had reached its highest point, and his whole body was like a red meteor, plunging into the cold and biting sea.
Plop.
A few seconds later.
The expected super big explosion that destroyed the world did not appear.
There was a very dull sound coming from the depths of the sea. The sound in this empty Cross-sea Bridge sounded like someone holding back all the energy in the water and letting out a huge muffled fart.
Puff, Lulu...
Large white sprays and hot bubbles surged on the sea surface.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, the sea fish that were cooked directly turned out with their white bellies, floating densely on the sea surface, swaying up and down with the waves.
The cold wind blew through Cross-sea Bridge, and everyone on the bridge leaned forward to look under the bridge.
"Won't your account be banned if you fry fish?" Tommy's statement was extremely advanced.
"It should be sealed!" Kevin clenched his fists.