The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 77
On the bleak rooftop, howling winds blew past, blowing sand into the turbid pupils of the dead corpse, and the stench of blood covered the sky and the sun. The contrast with the bustling lights downstairs and the noisy parade was extremely ironic.

The penguin was standing on the edge, his bloated body leaning against the railing, turning the umbrella back and forth in his hand, and he didn't know what thoughts were buried in his deep eyes.

On the other side, two figures faced each other from a distance.

"You will regret your words and deeds, sir," Baron Strucker sighed, each finger of the prosthetic limb was turning freely, like an octopus contracting its tentacles, "of course, that would be in hell"

Before he finished speaking, he stepped out, and the dust flew in an instant. He plowed a long hollow passage behind him, and opened his eyes again, and he had jumped to the sky in front of Li Ang, with his right fist raised high.
呲!
With the sound of sharp beeping in unison, resounding across the roof, several vast long columns of hot steam suddenly spewed out from the fine cavity at the end of the prosthetic limb, and the iron fist slammed down heavily with an unimaginably huge thrust.

The veins on Baron Sterak's face were bulging, especially the veins around the broken right eye, which showed blue-purple spider web patterns, making one wonder whether his eyes would burst in the next second open.

In contrast, Iron Fist's speed became faster and faster, the air was squeezed and torn, and even the reflection of moonlight on its steel surface began to become distorted and blurred.
Destroying is too light and powerful, and it is not enough to describe its eventuality.

In the black eye hole of the hockey hole, Strucker's leaping figure has covered the sky,
Li Ang slightly bent his knees, gripped the handle of the ax tightly, and swung a cold arc from bottom to top.
Ever since, the ax blade hit the steel head-on.

筝~
The sound of gold and iron intertwining was not pleasant, and suddenly the tip of the ax blade shattered, iron filings flew, and the wooden ax handle began to bend. Li Ang's feet sank an inch into the ground, and his arms were chapped like dead pine moss.
Finally, he blocked the punch,
Baron Sterak's Satanic Claw was embedded with a shallow dent, and the vent slot at the rear end screamed hoarsely, the entire mechanical arm seemed to hit a cliff, and he was already rusted and numb. Decades of severe pain in the broken shoulder.

He looked at Li Ang's pale mask in disbelief, but immediately smirked and punched again,

Satan's Claw is a masterpiece of Hydra's scientific research department, and it costs a lot of money. Steam boosting is just one of its functions.

The entire steel prosthetic limb swelled violently, splitting dozens of cracks from the mid-end of the radius and ulna, all of which spurted out boiling and noisy blue flames, and condensed and converged at the front, blasting straight at Li Ang like a giant welding torch.

Before touching it, the scorching heat already distorted the surrounding air, and Li Ang retreated a few steps, and was forced to the edge of the rooftop.

Baron Sterak's flame razor can't be said to be so exquisite in moves, it is nothing more than sweeping, chopping, poking, cutting, sweeping, smashing, chopping, thrusting and other wide-open and wide-opening knife skills, but it relies on the ultimate ability of melting steel The high temperature forced Li Ang to keep dodging.

At this moment, Baron Sterak screamed violently in his heart, and Satan's claws suddenly split into two pieces along the central axis. The two leaves of the knife fan were mixed with fierce flames, and they wanted to cut Li Ang into two pieces.

There was no way for Li Ang to retreat, he stepped on the steps on the edge of the roof, most of his body was suspended in mid-air,
Seeing that he was about to fall from a tall building and turn into a puddle of minced meat, the tip of the fire axe in his hand had already hooked the iron guardrail, and then the momentum of his fall swung violently, and he swung himself back to the rooftop lightly and swiftly.

Before it landed, Li Ang flipped his palm and hid the M9 bayonet in his palm. With lightning speed, he followed the gap exposed by Satan's claws and pierced into the jet groove that released the blue flame.

The gas flame was blocked, and the flame was slightly weakened. Taking advantage of the short interval of self-check of the mechanical arm, Li Ang had already punched Strack in the head.

Boom!
Satan's Claw barely blocked him, and with the sound of a dull collision, the alloy armguard of the prosthetic was deeply dented, and a vague fist mark was carved out.

Under the pale mask dotted with blood like plum blossoms, Li Ang's eyes didn't have any warmth. He raised his knee and kicked, and a kick hit Baron Sterak's chest.
In an instant, the diaphragm ruptured, pleural effusion seeped and leaked, and I don't know how many ribs were broken!

Li Ang didn't wait for Baron Sterak to get hurt and retreat, he flipped his hand and threw the fire ax into the sky, regardless of his trembling and cracked palm, he strangled the opponent's neck, and then rushed forward, bowed down, and threw Steer Lark's head hit the ground hard, plowing a long trench in the concrete.

Baron Sterak's chest was sunken, blood spewed out of his mouth, his pupils dilated in a daze,
Li Ang stepped on the enemy's chest, raised his arms, and opened his palms. At this moment, the fire ax traced an arc in the air, and fell back into his hand precisely and lightly.
Under the cold moonlight, he swung down his sharp axe, chopping off Sterak's steel prosthesis shoulder to shoulder.

Red blood and viscous electrolyte spewed out from the shoulder wound, mixed with the flying dust and sand, Baron Sterak bowed his body like a boiled red shrimp, howling in pain.

"You have a bald and round head. It's a pity not to change jobs and become a bald donkey."

Li Ang scratched Baron Sterak's hideous and distorted face with the blade of an axe, and said indifferently, "Now tell me your name."

"Hehe," Strack smiled miserably, spitting out a mouthful of foul blood, "No matter who you are, you are dead, and my organization will do whatever it takes to find you out, like plucking a turnip to bring out the dirt, along with the people around you. Cherished people are destroyed together."

"Well, I've heard too many threats of incompetence, rage, and the wailing of a defeated dog. My ears are so callused." Li Ang shook his head and sighed, "If you come, I'll kill one, if you come, I'll kill a pair, and I'll kill them all. Grind it until the head rolls and the blood flows to the oars, if there is nothing to kill, it will be enough."

Baron Sterak fell silent. He could feel the indifferent attitude hidden in the plain words of the other party. No matter how many lives were in his eyes, they were the same as an ordinary number without texture.

The sound of the blades spinning was approaching from far away. A sightseeing helicopter hovered over the roof, and a rope dropped from the cabin.

The penguin who had been hiding in the corner just now was overjoyed, and his huge body swooped forward with unimaginable agility, trying to grab the rope.

However, Li Ang moved faster than him, throwing the axe, and the axe blade went deep into the ground in front of the penguin.

"Do not kill me,"

The penguin said like pouring beans into a bamboo tube: "This bald man is named Strucker, and he belongs to a huge organization called Hydra. The mass murders that happened here, even you, surely don’t want Gotham to be full of Hydra agents and make troubles all over the city, right?”

(End of this chapter)