In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

Jonathan dodged Murakami's sudden attack by leaning sideways, twisting his body at an almost impossible angle.

Radiation extended from his right arm like flowing black mercury, drawing a deadly arc in the air.

The pitch-black spear flashed with a cold metallic light, pointing directly at Murakami's defenseless chest.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The moment the tip of the spear touched Murakami's chest, dazzling sparks burst out in the air, accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction.

Murakami's seemingly soft human skin was like fine steel that had been tempered a thousand times, completely blocking the radiation attack.

"Hahaha!"

Murakami's laughter echoed in the empty factory, the sound was full of madness and twisted joy.

"This is the power of the ancient demon! This is the zeal for which I sacrificed my soul!"

Before he finished speaking, Murakami's face suddenly began to distort.

His jawbone was strangely extended, and ominous black lines were surging under his skin.

In the blink of an eye, a huge mouth full of fangs tore apart his already unsightly face.

Each of those teeth was like a poisoned dagger, flashing a sickly phosphorescent light.

"Roar!"

With a deafening roar, a thick black mist gushed out from his huge mouth.

That was no ordinary smoke, but some kind of horribly corrosive substance.

Wherever the black fog passed, the metal structures of the factory buildings made chilling "hissing" sounds, as if metals had been thrown into strong acid, decomposing and rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning metal, mixed with a stench from the depths of hell.

Scattered metal debris fell from the ceiling and, under the erosion of the black fog, turned into pools of foul-smelling liquid metal.

Jonathan pinched his nose and retreated violently. The radiation immediately responded to his will and formed a flowing shield in front of him.

The black shield's surface was covered with ripples, gleaming with rainbow light like oil paint.

However, the moment Murakami's corrosive mist touched the shield, a sharp hissing sounded throughout the space.

The sound did not come from the outside world, but exploded directly in Jonathan's mind.

For the first time, he felt the pain that was so closely connected with radiation - it was a sharp pain like being dissolved by acid, as if countless hot blades were chopping peppers on his nerve endings.

Large areas of ulceration instantly appeared on the radiated surface, like rubber corroded by sulfuric acid, emitting bursts of black smoke.

"Oh...strong acid can actually harm symbiotes...interesting. But, has anyone ever told you...that your breath smells a bit bad?"

Jonathan sighed.

next second.

Without any warning, Jonathan stomped on the ground and rushed towards Murakami like a cannonball.

The radiation constantly changed form according to his thoughts, and the transformation was accompanied by a "hissing" sound like flowing metal.

His arms naturally transformed into a pair of giant sickles, the surfaces of which were covered with fine serrations, reflecting the cold light of death under the dim lights of the factory.

The tentacles extending from the back were like living things, and the outline of the whole person became blurred as he moved at high speed, like a sophisticated biological weapon.

Seeing this, Murakami walked towards Jonathan with a grin.

His changes were more radical and terrifying—his originally muscular body expanded rapidly, and his muscle tissue grew wildly in a way that went against biology.

Black blood vessels surged beneath the skin, each one as thick as a finger and glowing with a sickly purple luster.

What followed was that the back suddenly exploded, and more than a dozen white bone spurs pierced through the flesh and blood, spreading out in all directions.

The surface of those bone spurs was stained with blood, but they exuded a metallic luster. The arms were swollen to an out-of-proportionate size, the muscle fibers were clearly visible, and the wriggling tentacles were vaguely visible under the skin.

"Boom!"

Two figures engaged in a fierce fight in the narrow space.

The collision was accompanied by a deafening sound of metal impact, and sparks flew everywhere mixed with black blood.

The walls and floors of the factory were covered with shocking claw marks and cuts. Murakami's claws swung like the wind, and each strike could easily tear apart the reinforced concrete.

Black corrosive mist continuously spewed out of his mouth, forming a deadly poisonous mist curtain in the air.

Jonathan relied on the plasticity of radiation to constantly change his attack methods.

The remaining ninjas who were not asleep were ready to join the battle.

However, Murakami's violent roar stopped them in their tracks:

"Get out of here! He's my prey! No one is allowed to interfere!"

As the battle continued, Murakami became more and more manic.

The power of the "beast" seemed to be eroding his sanity, and his attacks became more wild and reckless.

His pupils began to emit a blood-red light, and a sticky black liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth. The liquid fell on the ground, immediately corroding large holes in the metal floor.

Suddenly, Murakami let out a heart-shaking howl toward the sky, and all the bone spurs on his body suddenly grew at the same time, each extending to several meters long, and began to track as if with independent consciousness.

The sound of air being torn apart was endless, and the crisp sounds of metal components being pierced came one after another.

As Jonathan dodged easily, he suddenly noticed that Murakami's breathing became rapid and disordered, and his movements were no longer as smooth as before.

A close look revealed that fine cracks began to appear on the surface of his skin, and black liquid oozed out of those cracks, emitting a decayed smell.

More importantly, his eyes began to become unfocused, as if he was struggling with some force within his body.

"Yoho... I was wondering... How can you hold up with this kind of power?"

After fighting for so long, Jonathan probably has some idea of ​​the opponent's ability characteristics.

To be honest, with his current strength, he can just beat Murakami, but he is actually quite curious about the power of the "beast".

According to the original work, the strength of this ancient demon is quite good in the Marvel system, and should be considered inferior to Mephisto, the lord of hell.

Now it seems that these so-called speculations are purely superficial.

Compared to the likes of Dormammu's Advent and Ghost Rider, it's really rubbish.

Now that the excitement has passed... let's get serious...

Bringing back a ready-made experimental subject can also show Dr. Stern and Banner a bit...

Worldview

Jonathan narrowed his eyes at the thought.

His form began to blur, as if turning into a flowing shadow.

【Twisted Panic】

The laws of reality twisted and distorted around him.

At this moment, Murakami suddenly felt an unprecedented and inexplicable fear.

He found that he could no longer lock his eyes with Jonathan.

When he tried to look straight ahead, he saw different horrific scenes.

Sometimes countless distorted human faces emerge from the walls, sometimes a dark abyss opens up under your feet, and sometimes blood-red eyes emerge from the void.

"what is happening……"