The shadow behind Black Noir had barely tried to turn around when a fist the size of a sandbag came mercilessly at its face.
The punch carried tremendous force, blasting away most of the shadow's head and sending wisps of black smoke rising.
The shadow was also hurled hundreds of meters away, adding fresh wounds to the already devastated ground.
Soldier Boy smoothly withdrew his fist and shot a disdainful glance at Black Noir, who was kneeling on the ground realigning his cervical vertebrae. He sneered:
"Noir, I've had my neck twisted plenty of times and been just fine. Not everyone's as delicate as you."
Then, almost without hesitation, Soldier Boy raised his middle finger again. "Pussy. Better hold up that dainty little pinky while you watch me in action."
Then he shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.
The corner of Black Noir's mouth twitched beneath his mask, and he couldn't help laughing in exasperation.
He remembered decades ago, after Soldier Boy had brutally beaten and bullied him, how bitterly resentful he had been. So, at a bonfire party, he had slipped behind Soldier Boy and tried to snap his neck.
He vaguely remembered straining so hard his buttocks clenched, while Soldier Boy thought he was loosening him up and even cooperated, enjoying himself.
Damn stat monster.
Black Noir grumbled inwardly, but the exasperated smile on his face had already turned into genuine delight.
Once, he had thought Soldier Boy would be a dark cloud hanging over his head forever.
But fate could sometimes be that miraculous.
A Soviet Union experiment hadn't changed Soldier Boy's godlike abilities, but it had changed his personality.
Sometimes, Black Noir even wondered whether Soldier Boy had become an entirely different person.
The bastard he used to be had been arrogant, conceited,