Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

The two human bodies felt the same way about Ace's miserable appearance, and the damage to their bodies and energy affected their conditions respectively.

At this moment, a word suddenly appeared in his mind. That word attracted the attention of the two pilots at the same time, as if the real owner of this body had sent it from his endless thoughts.

"Guillotine...?"

"Is this a new skill, that giant...Okay, Yuko, do you want to use it?"

"Beidou, be careful."

"it is good!"

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Every molecule of the air was vibrating vigorously. The sound of fists hitting flesh continued to ring out. Fists came into contact with each other, but soon, the opponent's hands began to come around from a place where they could not be defended.

Xia Long was grabbed by the arm with one hand and pulled downwards, forcing him to bend his waist, and then a fierce knee strike hit Xia Long's chest.

The force was probably enough to make an ordinary person's heart explode. Before he could fight back, he was punched in the face again.

The scarlet alien grabbed Xia Long's head with both hands, then used it as a support point to jump onto the wall, ran around behind Xia Long, and the moment his feet returned to the ground, he exerted force with his hands and threw Xia Long out.

If it weren't for the brain's super-fast reaction speed that made the body and the opponent's force consistent at that moment, the brain's neck would have been strangled to death.

It's unbelievable, this guy is a good fighter, his fighting skills are amazing.

And once in reality, there will not be a situation like Ultraman who has defeated the opponent but does not attack and allows the monster to stand up. This alien comes with the mentality of killing the opponent, so the offensive is continuous.

Xia Long went against inertia in mid-air and suddenly stopped abruptly. A stream of energy acted from his body outwards, stopping his flying movement.

This force served as support out of thin air, allowing Xia Long to stand on the ground.

Xia Long, who was away from the Yabo people, touched his neck and took a deep breath.

Black air filled with resentment and hatred suddenly spread from Xia Long's body and filled the corridor. Xia Long's figure was covered by the black fog and turned dark, and his bright red eyes lit up!

His pure physical body was no match for the Yabo people. They were indeed a high-level civilization. Even without using the means of enlargement, the level of their single-wheeled body could rival that of a chariot.

When it comes to dealing with chariots, his physical fitness is not at all an advantage, but he does have some advantages.

Who wouldn't be a monster?

The other person stopped; "What the fuck are you?"

Xia Long said; "I am you."

The black fog of resentment emanated from Xia Long's body and even filled the corridor that had turned red. The black fog swallowed up Xia Long and Yabo.

Xia Long ran forward and could feel his body becoming extremely fast. In comparison, the movements of the Yabo people were more clearly visible.

Xia Long's current "transformation" is even stronger than when he was in Seven OV.

His fist attacked with lightning speed.

But many consecutive attacks were blocked, and the opponent's eyes also emitted a bright red light in the black mist.

But this scarlet guy is actually similar to the Yabo man after the fusion in the original work, and his movements have turned into a defensive cowardly stance.

After the "transformation", Xia Long's physical fitness has soared to an unimaginable level.

"I have never seen such an evil fire. Who are you, how did you get here, and why are you attacking me?"

The Yabo man said in a difficult defense.

Xia Long ignored him and kicked him instead, a super straight upward kick that only gymnasts and actors in anime could perform. The Yabo man was unable to defend himself and the kick hit his chin.

Time seemed to slow down, the Yabo man's head slowly tilted back, and after Xia Long's feet became at an angle of a ruler, his kick fell from top to bottom as fast as lightning.

It was like a kick from a missile, hitting the Yabo man's foot.

The chariot disintegrated, and the floor that had been reinforced by space exploded with it. Gravel and flesh flew everywhere in the black fog. Xia Long's vision was not blocked by the black fog. Purple blood sprayed all around, and the screams of the Yabo people rang out miserably.

[Stop stop ...

The Yabo man Radsuju in his head shouted, but Xia Long completely ignored him.

Xia Long may not have any personal grudge against this Yabo man, but he is ruthless towards the invader, not to mention that the other party is suspected of holding a girl's soul hostage to use as a weapon of war.

Because of the severe injury to his foot, the Yabo man in front of him knelt down with his knees bent, almost trembling and unable to stand up.

Xia Long stretched out his hand and grabbed his opponent's throat, slamming him against the wall next to him. The black mist in his right hand condensed in the palm of his hand, turning into black nails as its density increased.

Xia Long fixed the long nail in his palm, then inserted it into the Yabo man's hand and nailed it to the wall.

The wall was very hard, so Xia Long had to reinforce it. He hit it with his knees and drove two nails through the Yabo man's hands and nailed them to the wall. The Yabo man kept making miserable and sharp screams along the way.

It seems that the Yawa people still have the sense of pain.

[Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.............]

If I have to say, Xia Long has never done this kind of thing before.

Even after traveling through time, I usually kill people whenever I can, and I haven't tortured them much. But after actually doing it, I found that my heart was surprisingly unshaken. I have been tempered by the bad life.

After nailing it, Xia Long let go, and the Yabo people collapsed and sat down.

The black mist overflowing from the corridor was sucked into Xia Long's body, but his whole body was still covered in black mist and his eyes were scarlet. The Yabo people sat miserably on the floor with their hands nailed to the wall and purple blood flowing all over the floor.

[Stop, stop, stop, stop, please, please, please, please, please, please…]

The noise in his ears did not affect Xia Long from doing this, whether it was the screams or Radsuju's pleading.

But Xia Long was almost shocked. He didn't expect that Radsuju would use such a humble and low tone to beg him in his ear.

"Who are you...you traitor...damn you, traitor..."

The Yabo man did not keep screaming. After the screams subsided, he gasped violently and squeezed out these words from his throat.

The anger in the invader's eyes and tone almost overflowed. If his gaze and words were weapons, then Xia Long would have been a pool of meat paste at this moment.

Xia Long had no way of understanding that kind of rage and anger, so he punched the other person, causing blood to spurt out of his mouth.

"How many of you are there? How are we going to deal with that super beast? Where is that girl?"

"What... did you do this for?" The Yabo man's head drooped to the side after being beaten. He gasped for breath and suddenly turned his head back and yelled angrily, his voice almost shattering Xia Long's eardrums.

Xia Long felt that the other party was very stubborn. If he had more time, he would consider whether to ask for information, but now it was probably impossible, so he had already thought about killing the other party.

But he still wanted to reply to the other person. He pinched the other person's face with his hands, ignored the noise in his head, forced both of them to look into each other's eyes, and spoke word by word;

"The invaders deserve no death."

But at this moment, Xia Long was surprised to find that the other party's anger almost crossed the differences in the pupils and the racial boundaries. He felt as if he was facing not one person, but a larger and more heterogeneous whole.

That reminded him of Radsuju's anger and darkness as a concentration of hatred, so dark that it was bottomless. In his bright red pupils, there was a huge number of people that wanted to be sucked in, and a huge accumulation of time, a huge precipitation that transcended feeling, like a relic that was unearthed after a thousand years of slaughter in the kingdom, soaked in blood from head to toe.

'Even if it is just a work of art, objects with a long history and great strength will also contain unpredictable pressures'

And this person's eyes were just like that, with the huge hatred and rage of a monster beast roaring in a pool of blood.

Before Xia Long could react, he roared with unprecedented rage. Then, he heard the sound of "rip". Although he blocked the attack almost in the next instant, the other hand came at him with the same sound of "rip" and knocked him away.

The force made him feel as if his arm had been hit by some weapon, with a burning, numb pain.

Doesn't he feel pain?

Xia Long immediately began to doubt his own idea.

The Yabo man who stood up precariously continued to roar. His hands, from the palm to the gap between two fingers, were completely cracked, which made his palms split into two pieces, as if they were about to fall off.

If we apply the scene when Ethan escapes from Dimitrescu in Resident Evil to him, it can perfectly explain his situation. Blood is constantly flowing from his hands, but his body temperature seems to be too high, and the gas leaking from his mouth turns into white mist.

The structure of his foot was clearly devastated, but this guy actually managed to stand up. Was he using his ankle bones to support the floor?

He roared loudly;

"You idiot! Just because of that reason! You want to stop us, or even kill us!!"

Although he had experienced deep training of his will in his resentment, he had no actual experience. Xia Long was shocked by the opponent's courage, but even so, he still responded effectively when facing the opponent's attack.

The black air in the body was getting heavier, but at that moment, Radsuju in the ear suddenly uttered a word with clear pronunciation, which was a change from all the previous crazy words. In an instant, the energy in the body expanded out of control, and the black mist began to resonate with some kind of existence.

If this energy burst happened in the outside world, even the Tucker team's radar would probably pick it up, but fortunately it was trapped in a special fixed local space. The only problem was that the expansion of energy did not have the power to repel the enemy in front of it, and the loss of control disrupted Xia Long's movements.

The Yabo people came up and pushed Xia Long forward, or rather flew out.

The wall of the corridor collapsed, and the two people who rushed into the ward hit the hardest outer wall of the hospital. The seemingly fragile windows blocked them indestructibly.

Dust and smoke rose up, blocking the view. When the swirling smoke and dust slowly dispersed, two figures were revealed. The black air on Xia Long's body dissipated, and he turned into an ordinary human body. Even his disguise was lost, revealing his original appearance.

At this moment, the posture between him and the Yabo man was that the Yabo man's broken palm pierced through Xia Long's abdomen and inserted into it. The blood soaked the surrounding clothes, while Xia Long's hand penetrated the center of the Yabo man's chest, and there was a flattened object in his hand.

The purple blood in his hands emitted high temperature and steam, burning the skin like boiling water, but this was actually the most insignificant injury.

Both sides were trying hard to breathe heavily at first, but it soon turned into painful growls and weak sounds.

The scream of pain came from Xia Long. The nerve plexus in his abdomen was very dense. The hand of the Yabo people penetrated there, making Xia Long feel a pain that was almost worse than death.

The area in my abdomen was in excruciating pain, and the pain spread throughout my body through the nerves. My vision went black, and I felt like I was suffocating and had lost the ability to move freely.