Xiao Huan lay in Hela's palm with a disappointed look on her face, as if she had lost her purpose in life.
Hela put it in her pocket, glanced at Tuote, and then turned to look at Fulan.
Fulan shuddered, looking into Hela's expressionless eyes, and for some reason, felt a sense of foreboding.
"Come with me and let's test my skills!"
Sure enough, Hela immediately challenged Fulan to a sparring match.
Fulan's lips twitched. He couldn't help but swallow hard, recalling the scene where Hela had pinned him to the ground and nearly beaten him to death.
"Boss Hela, could you please not send me? I'm a little scared..."
Tuote stepped forward and gently patted Fulan on the shoulder.
"Don't be afraid, Mr. Fulan. Right now, only your strength is closest to that of the boss."
Only a fight between you and the boss can truly reveal the boss's current strength.
I can also help you see how much the symbiosis the boss gave you is helping you.
Anyway, you have regenerative abilities, so you're not likely to die that easily, right?
Tuote smiled at him, but the smile looked sinister and perverted.
Fulan swallowed hard, instinctively wanting to refuse, but when he saw Hela's eyes, he forced himself to swallow his words.
"Okay, I'll go with you, boss..."
Hela nodded twice. "Let's go together, to that back mountain you mentioned, Tuote."
Hela opened the window and jumped out immediately, heading towards the back of the mountain.
Fulan sighed softly and turned to look at Tuote.
"How are you going to get there? I remember you don't seem to have any cultivation level, so you must be a slow runner, right?"
"I have my own car, I can drive there," Tuote said calmly, adjusting his glasses.
"..."
Fulan rubbed his temples, feeling that his intelligence had been affected ever since he became Hela's henchman.
An illusion must be an illusion!
"Then I'll be going now. See you at the back of the mountain, Mr. Fulan."
Tuote went downstairs, greeted Weier, and then drove his car to the back of the mountain.
Fulan looked up at the window Hela had just climbed out of, pondered for a moment, and then climbed out after her.
They flew through the air, riding on sword energy, heading towards the back mountain.
"Wow--! Mom, is that Superman? He's flying in the sky!"
On the street, a little girl holding an ice cream cone excitedly shouted to the woman next to her when she saw Fulan flying into the air.
The woman looked at the little girl, smiled, and patted her head.
"That's not Superman, that's a superhuman. Judging by his appearance, he's probably not Night Star."
The little girl didn't seem to understand what the woman was saying.
"Is that the hero who protected us?"
The woman thought for a moment, "I guess so..."
The laws governing people with superpowers are relatively lenient in the United States.
Generally speaking, as long as you don't do anything illegal, disorderly, murder, or arson, you can use your superpowers as you please.
The people of this country are pretty much used to it, so they aren't that shocked by people flying in the sky.
On the other end.
A car is speeding down the road.
With one hand on the steering wheel, Tuote held a cigarette between his fingers, put it to his lips, and took a deep drag.
"Call--"
White smoke slowly escaped from his mouth, Tuote's expression was one of utter enjoyment.
Awesome, so awesome!
I haven't enjoyed smoking this much since I was diagnosed with lung cancer.
I've just recovered and might not be used to it yet. I'll limit myself to three packs a day for now, since smoking is definitely a bad habit.
The car slowly drove out of the city and into a desolate wilderness.
Tuote got out of the car, locked it, and started walking up the mountain with a cigarette in his mouth.
But after thinking about it, he realized it might start a wildfire, so he reluctantly stubbed out his cigarette and put the butt in his pocket.
Sensing Hela's call, Tuote ran quickly in the direction he sensed.
Tuote's slightly overweight body moved swiftly through the mountains and forests, the steep terrain as flat as flat ground, which did not affect his speed in the slightest.
He ran for about ten minutes before he started to catch his breath.
A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, and at the same time, a feeling of exhaustion slowly crept in.
But Tuote didn't feel uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, he felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.
"The power of this Variant is truly amazing!"
With a sigh, he also saw Hela, who had been waiting for him for a long time, and Fulan.
Hela sat listlessly on the grass, grabbing handfuls of grass and putting them into her mouth.
Seeing this, Fulan, who was standing nearby, also tried plucking a blade of grass and chewing it.
Then he quickly vomited it up.
"Boss, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Tuote took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes, and bowed to Hela.
Hela jumped up with a "whoosh!", pulled the Xiao Huan from her pocket and tossed it aside, then assumed an attack stance towards Fulan.
Let's begin!
Fulan stood up, looking shakily at Tuote.
Seeing that Tuote had taken out his notebook and pen and nodded affirmatively at him, he no longer hesitated, sighed, and his eyes sharpened.
"Come on, boss!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Hela raised her right hand and waved it.
As it swings, several sharp barbs grow from its arm, shooting out with the powerful force of the swing.
Fulan tilted his body slightly, avoiding the spikes with minimal movement.
As the spikes passed over Fulan's cheek, they suddenly shattered into countless tiny fragments.
It exploded like several fragmentation grenades.
Fulan didn't react in time, and two pieces became embedded directly in his face.
Fulan quickly reacted and used his sword energy to slice off a small piece of flesh from the surrounding area.
The moment it was sliced off, countless sharp spikes sprouted from the two fragments, just like two sea urchins.
Before Fulan could recover from the bizarre attack, Hela appeared in front of him with a bang, as if springs had been pressed under her feet.
Clenching his pale fist, he thrust out a punch.
Fulan stepped aside, easily dodging the punch, while a sense of doubt lingered in his mind.
Using such ordinary fighting techniques?
But he was clearly wrong.
The fist that had just been thrown out was not retracted; instead, it was swung out to the side in an extremely strange manner.
Its speed was so fast it was as if it had been blown apart by an explosion.
He punched Fulan squarely in the face, and two thorns that hadn't been knocked off pierced his flesh at that moment.
"Ah..."
Fulan covered his face and took two steps back in pain.
Suddenly, he felt his hand being held by a very soft, boneless little hand.
He slowly opened his blood-stained eyes and saw Hela holding his right hand with her small hand.
But the next moment, that soft touch disappeared.
Instead, there is a nauseating, visceral feeling of being enveloped in flesh and blood.
Hela's right hand turned into a large lump of flesh, completely enveloping Fulan's left hand.
Sharp teeth began to grow from the fleshy mass, grinding down the hand inside like an angle grinder.