"Speed and strength, not bad!"
Feeling the strong airflow coming towards him, Siegmund dropped the head in his hand and showed a cold smile.
The palms of the hands were clenched tightly, and the muscle fibers were like tightened steel wires.
Under the terrifying exertion, all the bones in his body made an explosion sound.
A punch blasted out like a heavy cannon!
Luke, who also made a fist gesture, suddenly changed his sharp eyes.
At this time, he possesses the combat consciousness and close combat ability of Deathstroke - he is the most outstanding tactician and assassin on the set next door.
As a mortal, the world's top mercenary has defeated Justice League and Teen Titans many times.
Stealing life is as natural to Deathstroke as breathing, and the combat experience he has accumulated is even more abundant.
From superheroes to villains, everything may appear on his solution list.
As long as you give enough money, there is no head that Deathstroke can't chop off - this is what the advertising slogan released to the outside world says.
In fact, he still failed a few times.
No matter what, Deathstroke, as the older cousin of Deadpool, can be regarded as the pinnacle level of human physical skills.
In real comparison, maybe Siva, who also has the Taijutsu skill, her two senior brothers, and her daughter can compete head-on.
How terrifying would it be for such a powerful being to have close physical skills accumulated through countless battles?
Luke gave the answer quickly.
He turned his head to the side and dodged the heavy uppercut with precision.
The strong air flow hit his face, blowing the short black hair.
Luke didn't change his expression, as if he knew that this punch could not hit him. Taking advantage of the moment when Siegmund withdrew his fist, he hugged the opponent's neck with both hands, pushed forward hard, and his knees suddenly pushed up and hit his abdomen hard.
The series of movements were crisp and neat, as if they had been done countless times.
Deathstroke's rich experience told him that there are many internal organs in the abdominal cavity and extremely rich nerve distribution.
As long as a blow is hit here, it will immediately cause severe abdominal pain, making it difficult for the enemy to breathe, causing muscle spasms, and quickly losing the ability to fight.
The fact is just as Luke expected.
Even though Siegmund is "Battleship-class" and his physical fitness is extremely amazing, he still belongs to the category of human beings.
puff!
A powerful knee strike caused Siegmund to spit out a mouthful of blood.
He felt like his stomach was churning, his organs were tangled, and his breathing was suffocated.
"It hurts!"
Siegmund's body leaned forward, arching into a big lobster, and almost fell to his knees.
As soon as they met, he was crushed by the fighting consciousness displayed by Luke.
"That's not enough!"
A low voice from above sounded in Siegmund's ears.
The hands that hugged his neck tightly pressed down hard.
The fragile neck bones made a "clicking" sound, and a needle-like pain rushed to his brain.
The whole person fell down!
Bang!
Siegmund's strong body was like a cannonball, slamming into the hard concrete ground.
That face full of arrogance was in direct contact with the soil.
Blood flowed freely from his nostrils and soon covered his entire face.
In less than twenty seconds, this "Battleship-class" ended up in a miserable and miserable state.
"Asshole! I'm going to twist..."
Siegmund was furious, like a roaring giant bear.
He was about to turn over and get up, but was kicked back by Luke.
"I haven't given you permission to stand up yet."
The joking voice contained a strong sense of humiliation.
Siegmund, who was being teased unilaterally, almost went crazy.
He held his hands on the ground, and his bulging muscles broke through the German army uniform.
He exerted force suddenly and pushed away the foot that was on his back.
Those angry eyes were filled with fiery energy.
Balls of high-temperature halos like lightning are about to erupt.
"Suffer death..."
Before Siegmund could show off his power, a palm as powerful as an iron pincer pressed down on his face.
It was like a sledgehammer hit him head-on, beating this "Battleship-class" until his nose bones were broken and he was bleeding profusely.
The terrifying energy that was out of control surged directly from between the fingers, like wisps of dazzling arcs, blasting into the palm of Luke.
For a while, the sound of "Zizzi" could not be heard.
"I told you I didn't allow you to stand up. Don't you understand?"
Luke's voice was calm, without any emotion.
Even his palm was about to be burned into pitch black charcoal by the energy attack released by Siegmund.
The terrifying high temperature, coupled with the ball of destruction light that can blast through the tank, quickly peels off the surface skin, and the gushing blood is also evaporated, exposing the white bones.
Such a shocking and serious injury seemed insignificant to Luke, not even worthy of making him frown.
The almost useless palm was still pressing Siegmund's head, like grabbing a basketball. No matter how hard the opponent struggled, he could not escape.
After a few breaths, the charred flesh and blood on his right hand began to squirm, and the necrotic skin grew back.
Although the healing speed is not fast, what is certain is that it will only take about ten minutes for Luke's palm to return to its original state.
"Doesn't this guy feel any pain?"
Siegfried, who had blond hair and was the most arrogant one, felt chilled in his heart.
Although they are Aryan Superman, they have experienced the severe pain of human body modification, and their nerves are strong and their will is firm.
But it is also difficult to achieve the coldness of being indifferent to an energy attack like Luke.
The young brigadier general of the Allied Army did not even frown, his eyes remained calm as always.
"Of course I feel it."
Luke raised his right hand, pinched Siegmund's entire head tightly, and smashed the opponent into a wall as if throwing garbage.
As if he had read through Siegfried's thoughts, he whispered, "The flesh is crawling, the sharp pain is pulling on the nerves, and the itchy skin is growing, like a thousand ants crawling, making you want to scratch it."
"The feeling of all this is so clear that I can't ignore it at all, but it feels like I have experienced it countless times without any fluctuations in my heart - even I don't know why."
The calmer the tone, the more numb the scalps of the remaining two Aryan Superman were.
In their hearts, the image of Luke has changed from a strong one at the beginning to a silent and persevering person with an iron will who can survive the collapse of mountains.
To put it simply, it is getting more and more terrifying!
In fact, Luke is far from calm as it appears.
It was just the fighting consciousness from Deathstroke that made him choose to ignore the pain.
The years when he followed his uncle into the gang and learned how to kill, made Luke accustomed to the lowliness of life, but he had not yet reached the level of facial paralysis of Ultimate Nullifier - he remained unmoved no matter whether his hands or feet were broken, and he moved forward firmly towards one goal.
Deathstroke has a strong self-healing ability, so in battle, it is inevitable that he will resort to crazy tactics of exchanging injuries for injuries.
He was shot by a machine gun, an arrow penetrated his chest, and his organs were ruptured...
He has experienced all kinds of serious injuries.
Injured, healed, and then injured again - this continuous cycle has tempered Deathstroke's tough nerves.
This kind of iron will like Adamantium has also been integrated into part of the fighting consciousness and reflected on Luke.
"I can redeem a few more in the future. Maybe I can turn Deathstroke's fighting consciousness into my instinct."
With his mind wandering, Luke couldn't help but have the idea of using skill cards to increase his proficiency.
Although the style of the studio next door is a little darker, everyone is talented and speaks well, so they are best used as tools.
"Let's go together."
Luke put aside his distracting thoughts, looked at the ruined streets, took a step forward and said, "The time left for you is not that much."
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