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"Roar"

The ancient warrior stomped the ground hard and let out a deafening roar at Deadpool. The red light in the T-shaped notch eyes was like a burning flame, majestic and passionate, and the thunderous words echoed in the night sky.

"I am King of Sparta, Leonidas I, suffer death, assassin"

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The pride of the king is not allowed to be tarnished. It’s okay if I didn’t understand it before, but now I understand it. Leonidas’s anger is burning, and he even uses his spear. He accelerates instantly, a few minutes faster than before, and his thick fists rub against each other. The air in Deadpool's ears was compressed and exploded as he hurriedly avoided it.

Deadpool barely dodged Leonidas' fist, but it was uncomfortable. Even the air could compress the force of the explosion, and the aftermath was quite destructive. It made Deadpool dizzy, with his ears and nose bleeding, but With the leather jacket as a barrier, it doesn't look obvious.

Before he could recover, a shield hit Deadpool hard on the lower jaw from the side.

click

The back of Deadpool's head was almost touching his back, his cervical spine was bent at an incredible angle, and his whole body was lifted up from the ground by the powerful force.

"That's it."

Matt said calmly to Frank, who stopped unexpectedly, with a look of helplessness under the mask. His servant was a brave and unrivaled king in ancient times. What was originally a tentative battle turned into the unending wrath of the king, which seemed ordinary. His roar has actually activated two skills, and his physical strength is drained like a flood.

Fortunately, the battle is over. If he loses an arm, bleeds profusely, and his neck is broken, even the heroic spirit will surely die.

Frank's face was expressionless, and he remained silent as he felt the same rapid consumption of energy. He was sure that this kind of injury was nothing to Deadpool.

If he could be killed so easily, Deadpool wouldn't be able to wait until the time to become a heroic spirit based on his broken mouth.

click click

Deadpool did not disappoint Frank's trust and expectations. Before he landed, with the crisp sound of bones moving, his backward head instantly returned to his position, holding the steel knife with one arm, and danced with a sword light from above.

Dangdangdang

The one-handed Deadpool is a bit more aggressive than before, fast and urgent, but one hand is not very convenient after all, and there will always be times when it is exhausted.

However, Deadpool did not give Leonidas a chance to counterattack. He had a good grasp of his own condition and took the initiative to stop the attack when he was about to reveal his flaw. Taking advantage of his relatively short height, he jumped from Leonidas's body with a short body. His feet jumped over.

As Deadpool continued to move, he picked up the severed arm on the ground and placed it on his shoulder. The flesh and blood at the wound seemed to come alive, squirming continuously, and connected together during breathing.

This scene exceeded everyone's expectations.

In the studio, 22 took out a breath and said with a relaxed expression:

"It was so thrilling. Although Mr. Assassin was a low-quality weirdo, he still scared me when he was about to die."

Quetzal chuckled and said:

"22 is such a good girl."

A flurry of barrages passed by.

On the rooftop of a building a thousand meters away from the abandoned factory where the Assassin group and the Berserker group were fighting, Deadshot sighed helplessly and regretfully.

Deadshot arrived here not long after the battle broke out in the abandoned factory. After leaving Parker's house, he first returned to the subway station to deal with the traces of the summoning spell left behind. As a heroic spirit from another high-tech world, he was too aware of modern society. Although it may not be able to hide it from other masters or agencies who are interested in investigating, if it is delayed for a while, maybe it can last until the end of the Holy Grail War.

After dealing with the hidden dangers in the subway station, Deadshot began to look for ways to add equipment.

After all, when he was alive, he was a completely ordinary person with no other talents except for his marksmanship. After becoming a heroic spirit, he didn't change much, and he didn't even have a Noble Phantasm. And the Master was a kid with a righteous outlook and a strong sense of justice. He can only solve the problem on his own.

In this way, it took me an entire afternoon to find Hell's Kitchen. Before I could find the channel to configure the equipment, I discovered two heroic spirits first.

One is terrifyingly powerful and has superb martial arts skills, with every blow being as powerful as a grenade or even a rocket, while the other has some kind of ability to quickly recover, regenerate, and even become immortal.

They were two complete freaks. Even if they were not as good as monsters like demigods, they were still too strong. Death Shooter was helpless.

Deadshot hasn't found any weapons and equipment yet, so he had no intention of entering from the beginning. He initially thought that Berserker could kill Assassin, but he didn't expect that Assassin was also a freak. This made Deadshot a little disappointed, but he also gained a lot, at least He learned more about his opponents and was not exposed, so he could continue to survive for a while.

At the same time, Christine, who was nestled in the villa and watched the battle between Assassin and Berserker through live broadcast, was shocked by the destructive power of the heroic spirit. She also looked at the black mist ball floating behind Strange. It was hard to imagine that this ball looked like How powerful a little hand fan can be.

Strange noticed Christine's strange gaze and smiled:

"You should have faith in God's knights."

Strange witnessed with his own eyes the abnormal self-healing power of Assassin and the destructive power of Berserker like a walking missile during the live broadcast, and he still has great confidence in his servant, the White Horse Knight.

"Before we actually step into the battlefield, what we should do is to accumulate magic power as much as possible, collect intelligence, and understand the knight's abilities."

Strange said very calmly. His longing hands finally had hope of healing. Most people should be at their craziest when they are close to their goal, but Strange was exceptionally calm and clear-headed.

As the best surgeon in the world, surgical talent is only one of the factors. The more important thing is to stay calm in times of crisis and keep a clear mind at all times.

Dangdangdang

No matter how fast the knife cuts, it can't break through the tank armor. The material of the Spartan warrior's shield is naturally inferior to that of the tank armor. But with the legendary bonus of three hundred people defending Thermopylae to block tens of thousands of enemies, the defense will only be better than that of a heavily armored tank. The armor is more exaggerated.

Leonidas I didn't need to move too much at all. Just by holding up his shield and advancing step by step, he was already suppressing the madly attacking Deadpool and constantly retreating. It wouldn't take long for him to force Deadpool into a dead corner.

However, having just regained some of the situation, Deadpool, who is still at an absolute disadvantage, refuses to change his ways and keeps making flirtatious remarks.

“Oh, honey, you are so hard, so strong, so rough, and so wild.

The lovely Deadpool can’t stand it anymore, Yamiedie~”

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Everyone was speechless, they had never seen someone seeking death like this.

Snapped

The guide stick hit the ground, and tiny cement fragments shot out.

Frank seemed to retreat normally, but the next moment he suddenly pulled out a pistol that he had never taken out.

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