Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

The battle began, and the God of Destruction was determined to teach these Yabo people a lesson.

Fierce flaming energy gathered in his hands and smashed the head of one of the Yabo people.

He was clearly disguised as a human, not possessed, so the corpse visibly began to change, along with the clothes, turning a scarlet appearance.

"asshole--"

The God of Destruction didn't even blink, and blocked the long sword formed by purple energy on the side with his backhand. Due to the difference in the way of existence, the sharp sword had already pierced through his palm before he absorbed or confused the energy.

Unlike ordinary people, green blood spurted out from the wound on his palm, but he felt nothing, he had no sense of pain.

He kicked the man's palm high with his foot, then gathered strength with his left hand. He didn't need to swing it forward, but just shook it lightly. Invisible waves burst out along with a noticeable energy aggregate, and he used the recoil force to retreat backwards.

When facing a multiplayer battle, the only way is to fight while retreating. Otherwise, you will be unable to use your skills, not to mention that the people in front of you seem to have skills.

Assuming he was trapped, with his current "abilities", he should have died unless he revealed the body of a super beast.

The crystallization of high-tech civilization and their warriors use cold weapons to fight while walking, showing a medieval style.

But even the best assassin in this world cannot show the same degree.

The wound continued to heal, but the fire that was trying to invade the body did not survive even for a second.

The God of Destruction's eyes moved left and right, locking onto the Yabo people's direction, activities, and trajectory at a speed beyond the limit of their reaction speed, thereby predicting their next move and future.

They shouldn't be without weapons. Although the average physical fitness of the Yabo people is comparable to weapons, in the process of flesh evolving into steel, steel has also evolved. The combined destructive power of weapons is much higher than their pure destruction. This group of people shouldn't be without weapons.

The purple sword without any fancy tail swept towards the God of Destruction, but facing this direct and overly obvious attack, the God of Destruction did not try to fight back.

The result was not to be wary of another person approaching him, but because the sword should not be the distance limit of this person. Although the exact length could not be determined, it should be longer.

It is said that some people would use the "sliding knife" technique when swinging a sword. That was a method invented by backward people who could only use cold weapons. It involves letting go and then grabbing the sword at the moment of swinging it. In this way, the position of holding the handle will become lower, and the blade will extend a certain distance out of thin air.

Sure enough, the sword became longer as it got closer, but the God of Destruction couldn't help but laugh sarcastically in his heart, because the sword should have been even longer.

This group of guys like to play tricks.

The importance of the so-called information gap attack is that when one side has satellites and the other side only has World War I-level equipment, the result is crushing. The more advanced the technology is, the higher the requirement for information will be. Not only must we use the environment accurately, but we must also confirm the configuration, tactics, and everything of both sides.

The level of most individual combat does not actually involve this level, because even though the body can process information much faster due to evolution, the structure of the brain determines the difference between it and a machine.

Most Yabo people can only rely on their subconscious to calculate tens of thousands of environmental factors and fight subconsciously. If they want to take all the information into consideration and list the battle methods and gains and losses, this is a privilege that only machines can do at present.

Or rather, only a very small number of people would choose to do so.

All civilizations like the Yabo people and humans usually entrust this task to an artificial intelligence rather than themselves.

Because most of the time they don't need to rush up to fight themselves, only a true fighting nation would do that.

But the God of Destruction is a machine, and the ugly body is just a disguise.

During the fight, two swords appeared at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, blocking the movements of the God of Destruction. In their pupils filled with anger, the swords slashed over like thunder and lightning. From a human's perspective, the force of the slash seemed to draw a streak of moonlight.

"It's still too much for this body... Never mind, I should retreat soon. They won't use Ultra Beasts to fight Ultra Beasts with me unless they have a way to kill me. But this will leave a lasting impression on me. I really want to kill them all."

There was an obstacle at the back and the air was blocked, as if something invisible twisted and compressed it, forming a gelatinous air. The air was so elastic and powerful that rushing into it was like falling into a swamp.

The man in the middle stretched out his hand toward him, holding a strangely shaped, toy-like gun.

'not good.'

The blinding light released a torrent of light, like a raging wave. The two people moved to the side of the God of Destruction at the same time, and only the God of Destruction remained in place.

The torrent of light vented him, just like the roaring sea swallowing up the fragile ships in the tsunami, the torrent of light also swallowed up the God of Destruction, and in the blink of an eye, his figure was completely eliminated in the white light.

But the light was not targeting only him, the torrent of catharsis continued to surge, rushing out like a laser jet from a monster. When the great light and heat disappeared, all that was left was melted liquid that could not even be considered as debris flowing through the buildings, and long streets filled with light and heat.

A street disappeared, all melted away.

The Yabo people didn't care how many people died in this attack. They just stopped and looked at the scene with slightly surprised and astonished brows.

"Very good, it makes me excited."

The voice came from behind them, very close, and it seemed that it was only a few steps away. But when they turned around suddenly, they found that the person was on the second floor of a low shop dozens of steps away.

The guy looked at them with a cruel smile on his face, his voice became a little sharp, and a faint red light flashed in his eyes.

"Next time, I will kill you painfully."

He made a knife-cutting gesture at the three men's necks and then disappeared.

The three of them stood there for more than ten seconds and then disappeared.

Less than two minutes after they left, fighter planes arrived, circling in the sky, and Yamanaka cursed in a low voice;

“It’s a miserable sight.”

"There are eyewitness reports. This is the work of the Yabo people."

Captain Long's steady voice spread across the communication channel.

It is not suitable for fighter planes to dock in such a place, but there are already people on land. A small number of ambulances and a large number of rescue personnel began to prepare for rescue. Some well-trained citizens continued to escape, some took the initiative to help, and some did what they should do. The people from the Black Panther had already started to help.

Seen from the sky, the entire street has turned into a tunnel where lava flows. The melted liquid is gradually solidifying, but it still emits a heat that makes people look sideways and avoid it. The gathered crowd is rustling around like ants, rustling and moving in an expertly trained manner, repairing the melted world.

[Do you feel pain? If I must say, these people died because of you.]

[I admit my problem, I will kill you all. ]