In the sky, Clone and Neuman are suspended side by side.
There was no verbal communication between them, not even eye contact.
But that kind of cooperation is so tacit that it makes people feel desperate.
One with the exact same steel body and destructive power as John.
The other has an endless supply of blood, providing insurmountable treatment and control.
What's even more terrible is that these two bodies contain the same soul.
Godolkin.
For him, it is as easy as controlling his left and right hands.
"How do you feel, John?"
Clone raised his head and looked at John in the ruins.
There was only arrogance on his face:
"I have to thank you. If you hadn't been saving the world for ten years, I wouldn't have had the chance to secretly cultivate this perfect body underground."
"Of course, not only this body, but also yours and mine."
Next to him, Neuman's pure white eyes were also staring down, smiling with the same arrogance.
Two people with exactly the same look.
John clenched his fists, and the concrete fragments under his feet were trampled into powder.
He kicked off the ground violently and soared into the sky again.
This time, he raised his speed to the extreme.
He ignored the young man's fist hitting his shoulder and endured the severe pain from bone friction, and stepped closer to the young man's body.
He twisted his waist suddenly, and all the strength in his body penetrated along the spine, like an awakening dragon, and finally compressed all the destructive power on the knuckles of his right fist.
The distance between the fist and the boy's chest was less than an inch.
Use force and strength.
Bang.
There was only a shallow dent in the boy's chest, but the white shirt behind him exploded into pieces.
The force compressed to the extreme penetrated directly through the chest and exploded in the back.
The heart, lungs, and spine were instantly shaken to powder by this force, and turned into a ball of blood mist mixed with bone stubble that sprayed out from the back.
Normally, this would have been a sure kill.
But he didn't even frown.
Neuman Finger moves slightly.
Several sticky blood bands instantly penetrated the boy's chest.
The internal organs and bones shattered by John began to be put back together in less than two seconds under the forcible pulling and sewing of blood.
Not only that, the blood surrounding the boy's side hardened instantly and turned into dense spikes, directly piercing John who was very close at hand.
John gritted his teeth and backed away quickly.
As soon as he pulled away, two dark red rays swept towards his face.
John turned his head to avoid the ray, and tightened his waist, Neuman's blood whip was tightly wrapped around his thigh.
Immediately afterwards, the boy whose chest was still healing rushed forward and pressed his knee hard against John's abdomen.
Dull loud noises exploded one after another in mid-air.
John's body hit the ground and crashed through several concrete walls before barely stopping.
He knelt on one knee in the ruins, breathing heavily.
A drop of warm liquid slid down the bridge of his nose and hit the back of his hand.
John lowered his head and looked at the pool of bright red, a trace of confusion flashed in his blue eyes.
This is the first time he has been beaten like this.
In the past eighteen years, he has torn countless enemies to pieces, but he has never experienced what real injury is.
But now, his internal organs seemed to be tumbling, and his broken ribs were pulling on his nerves with every breath.
This kind of pain was so unfamiliar to him, so unfamiliar that it made him feel a little ridiculous.
Before he could clear his thoughts, a strong wind blew up from the hole above his head.
Clone swooped down expressionlessly, his fist heading straight for his Tianling Gai with a sonic boom.
John gritted his back molars, pushed his legs hard to meet him, and bumped his two fists together.
The ground collapsed instantly.
Just when John was about to use his strength to counterattack, a dozen thick blood whips sprang out from the gaps in the ruins beside him without any warning.
Neuman is suspended above the hole, fingers flying.
Those bloody whips were like living poisonous snakes, tightly wrapped around John's limbs and neck.
The pulling force was so strong that John's movements were forced to pause for half a second.
For a battle of this level, half a second can be fatal.
The boy's second punch had hit John firmly on the chest.
John's throat felt sweet, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the Stars and Stripes uniform on his chest red.
He let out an angry roar, the red light in his eyes surged, and he yanked hard without risking his neck being strangled, breaking the bloody whip on his body, and cut off the boy's entire left arm with a backhand knife.
But all this is meaningless.
Neuman in mid-air just glanced at it, and a trace of blood spilled from his fingertips.
Before the arm that had just been severed fell to the ground, it was forcibly pulled back by the blood and attached to the young man's shoulder.
The muscle fibers closed instantly under the seams of blood and remained intact.
Even taking advantage of this opportunity to repair, the young man took advantage of the situation and whipped his leg hard on John's temple.
The cooperation between the two can no longer be described as tacit understanding.
Because they are basically the same person.
There are no tactical instructions, and there is no delay of even half a second.
Godolkin uses one brain to perfectly control the strongest spear and the most disgusting shield.
John was beaten to the point of retreat.
From the ruins to the street, and from the street back to mid-air.
No matter how many fatal injuries he left on Clone's body, Neuman could always repair them with blood as soon as possible.
And whenever John wants to attack Neuman, Clone's painless steel body will cling to him like a mad dog.
This is a war of attrition with no hope at all.
Bang.
John was smashed into the ground from mid-air again.
His vision began to blur, and the sound of wind and the sound of falling bricks in his ears seemed to be separated by a thick film of water.
Countless bones were broken all over his body, and his suit had long been soaked in blood.
He lay on his back in the rubble and looked at the two figures slowly descending in the sky.
The feeling of exhaustion and tearing that penetrated deep into his bones was draining the vitality from his body bit by bit.
The lungs seemed to be filled with lead, and even taking a breath brought Cruciatus Curse severe pain.
He didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
I could only lie quietly at the bottom of the pit, listening to the two footsteps getting closer and closer to me.
Marcus's throat was broken from shouting.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and watched as the crowded street finally cleared a passage that could barely accommodate cars.
This work is simply not done by humans.
He took a long breath and calmed his racing heart a little.
The order on the periphery was finally stabilized. He turned his head subconsciously and looked across the messy streets to the depths of the university Campus.
He originally expected to see Homelander holding the heads of the two people and falling from the sky as usual, or hanging in the air like nothing happened, accepting the looks of the survivors below.
But when the smoke and dust above the ruins were blown away by the wind, the expression on Marcus's face completely froze.
He saw that the man whose Stars and Stripes cloak was always spotless was being smashed into the ground from mid-air.
Rubbles flew and blood stained the conspicuous uniform red.
John is being beaten.
And it was a unilateral crushing with no ability to fight back.
Marcus's heart suddenly clenched.
When the nest is covered, there are no eggs left.
Once Homelander dies here today, the existing structure of All-America will completely collapse overnight.
Looking at John struggling at the bottom of the pit, a ridiculous idea came to Marcus's mind.
Go help him.
Marcus clenched his fists subconsciously, and a layer of metallic luster quickly covered the surface of his skin.
This is his Superpower, metalized.
Marcus took half a step forward.
But then, there was another deafening sonic boom in the distance.
Marcus shivered, and his stepped foot stopped abruptly in mid-air.
To help?
What's the difference between sending someone to death!
Even if you die, you can still keep a whole body!
Marcus retracted his steps decisively, and the metallic luster on his arms faded instantly.
He turned around without hesitation and yelled at the detectives who were still poking their heads in front of him.
"What are you looking at! Get back quickly! Go back two blocks!"
Marcus waved his baton and ran further to a safe area without looking back.