The smoke and dust in Basement haven't cleared away yet.
Listening to the distant roar above his head, Mesmer leaned on the half-collapsed sofa and let out a long breath.
Finally these two monsters were sent away.
He raised the back of his chubby hand and wiped the cold sweat and splattered blood on his face.
But as soon as he put down his hand, his body suddenly froze.
Mesmer's pupils contracted violently, and there was a strong struggle in his eyes.
He opened his mouth wide and wanted to retching, and grabbed his scalp with both hands. His fat body twisted painfully on the tattered sofa, as if something was forcibly squeezing into his brain.
This confrontation lasted less than ten seconds.
Mesmer stopped twitching.
He slowly put down his hands and opened his eyes again.
Those little eyes that always showed timidity and shrewdness were now as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
This look is no different from that of Godolkin who just exploded into a pile of minced meat.
Mesmer stood up, stepped through the crack in the ground, and walked straight to the spot where Godolkin had been sitting just now.
There is only a pile of fallen rubble and steel bars left there.
He bent down and inserted his hands directly into the rubble to move the cement blocks.
The rough stone and sharp metal edge instantly cut his palm.
The blood was dripping, the skin and flesh were turned out, and even bones could be seen.
But Mesmer didn't show any expression, and moved Rock as if he felt no pain.
The fight was so violent that no one even noticed this insignificant fat man in Basement.
On the playground outside, waves of air exploded one after another.
John hovered in mid-air, turning his head to avoid a bloody blade coming towards him.
Neuman had just stabilized her figure when John appeared in front of her.
Without any extra movement, John punched Neuman on the chin.
The sound of bone cracking was clear and harsh, and Neuman's mandible was shattered directly. His whole body was smashed into the ground, plowing a deep trench more than ten meters long.
But before the dirt hit the ground, Neuman stood up again.
She twisted her neck casually, and her broken jaw instantly recovered under the traction of blood.
John frowned slightly and disappeared again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dull blows exploded one after another in mid-air.
John's fists can penetrate Neuman's defense firmly every time, break her hands and feet, and even break her internal organs.
But Neuman completely gave up on defense.
She is now like a sponge that cannot be broken no matter how hard you hit her.
No matter how injured she is, the sea of blood beneath her feet will Reparo her in the blink of an eye.
Neuman was kicked away by John and rolled several times in mid-air before stopping.
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at the red afterimage rushing towards her again not far away.
It's impossible to continue fighting like this.
In terms of close combat, even with the blessing of this blood, she couldn't even touch the corners of John's clothes.
You must use the method you are best at.
In the past, she had stared at the back of John's head countless times, but she never dared to use her ability.
Because John's body density and blood vessel pressure are too terrifying, her little control will not be able to detonate this steel body, and she will be discovered instead.
But it's different now.
Having absorbed the blood of thousands of Supes throughout the university, her current strength has already undergone a qualitative change.
Neuman was hanging in mid-air and suddenly put away all the blood blades that were released.
She stared intently at John who rushed forward, her pure white eyes instantly locked onto the blood in his body.
If you want to directly explode John into a ball of blood mist like you would crush an ordinary person, you really can't do it.
But as long as it can detonate part of it, or forcibly interfere with the blood flow rate in his body, this is enough.
John's fist hit Neuman's face with a sonic boom.
But less than half a meter away from the tip of her nose, John's movements suddenly stopped.
The red light in his eyes flashed suddenly, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.
Blue blood vessels protruded along his neck and forehead, as if there were countless tiny insects running around wildly, trying to break through the constraints of the blood vessel walls.
He was hanging in the air, his body hunched uncontrollably.
Immediately afterwards, fine drops of blood began to seep out along his pores.
In just a few seconds, the suit was completely soaked.
Blood dripped down his chin and fingertips, and he turned into a completely bloody man.
Neuman Looking at this miserable situation, he finally relaxed a little and a smile appeared on his face.
"I never expected that Homelander, who is so high and mighty, would be here today."
As she spoke, she raised her palms.
John's body seemed to be tied by invisible ropes, being dragged towards her.
The closer the distance, the stronger her control over the blood.
Ten meters.
five meters.
Three meters.
Neuman stopped moving.
The distance was just right, close enough that she could clearly hear the rushing sound of blood flowing backward in John's body, close enough that she had absolute confidence that with just a squeeze of her five fingers, she could completely subdue the opponent or even crush him to pieces.
She smiled, ready to reap the fruits of this victory.
At this moment, John, who had been lowering his head and seemed to be in great pain, suddenly stopped struggling.
He slowly raised his eyes.
Eyes facing each other.
Neuman The smile on his face froze instantly.
How could there be any pain on that face that was covered in blood?
You've fallen into a trap.
John's eyes are terrifyingly calm.
Not good.
As soon as Neuman's scalp exploded, he subconsciously waved his hands to pull John away.
But it's too late.
Tsk!
Heat Vision shot out of John's eyes without warning, directly penetrating her white pupils.
"Ah--!"
The shrill screams tore through the air.
The moment his eyes were destroyed, the huge and terrifying sea of blood in mid-air lost control and crashed into the ruins like a heavy rain.
Neuman covered his charred face with both hands, and his body flew out.
John did not pursue.
He put his hands behind his back and stood firmly in the air.
The Heat Vision in his eyes continued to output, biting Neuman in mid-air, not giving her any chance to breathe.
Looking at the woman struggling in the high temperature, John had to admit in his heart that this was definitely the most difficult Supe he had ever encountered.
If he hadn't found a breakthrough just now and had continued to rely on his physical strength, facing Neuman who had thousands of people's blood as a supply, he might really have suffered a big loss.
Neuman would never have imagined that Homelander, who possesses such powerful strength, would never be able to fight with great strength.
The violent crushing shown in the news and on the video is just because the opponent is too weak.
Lynn once taught him.
Never stop thinking and stay calm.
So from the very beginning of the fight, John was looking for the opponent's weaknesses.
He endured the pain of the blood being ripped out of his body, deliberately showing weakness and getting closer, just to confirm one thing.
Neuman No matter how the blood is manipulated, the eyes must remain white and look directly at the target.
Eyes are her only weakness.
As long as this switch is completely burned out, no matter how much blood there is, it will be nothing more than a puddle of useless stagnant water.
John raised his chin slightly, the red light became brighter.