Kryptonian: Man of Steel

Boom! !

With a deafening sound, the demon drew a thrilling arc in the air, and it crashed into the dense woods not far away like a meteorite.

The huge impact force was like a mountain torrent, causing the surrounding trees that were originally upright and thick to break one after another, like a domino effect, falling one after another.

The branches and leaves were flying, the dust was flying, and the whole scene was like the end of the world, full of destructive atmosphere.

The man stood there, panting slightly, his chest heaving violently, sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping on the dry ground, making a slight "click" sound.

However, despite his physical exhaustion, his eyes became brighter, flashing with perseverance and unyielding light.

He knew that he had defeated another powerful opponent. This victory was not only an affirmation of his strength, but also an important step forward for him on this road full of dangers and challenges.

But the monster is obviously not so easy to deal with. It is a dangerous level of skeleton soldiers. This level of monsters and demons can no longer be solved by ordinary guns.

What's more, the man is just a mortal with flesh and blood, without extraordinary power and magical powers. He can only rely on his superb skills and indomitable will as a fighter.

The man's name is Shigui Snake Wangma. He is agile and agile. Every time he attacks, he just avoids the monster's attack and looks for opportunities to counterattack.

However, it is basically impossible to kill the opponent. After all, the power and speed of the monster are not something that humans can easily contend with. But Shigui Snake Wangma did not retreat because of this, but instead stimulated his fighting spirit.

The monster roared, the sound was sharp and piercing, like a wail from hell.

It attacked Shigui Snake Wangma again, and its huge body swept over like a storm, and each attack was enough to destroy a car.

However, Jukiji Ouma was like a nimble swallow, moving freely in the monster's attack, looking for a flaw to counterattack.

"That's it, give me more pressure!"

Jukiji Ouma roared loudly.

"Only in this way can we find that man!"

Meanwhile, on the other side.

A burly giant wearing a black martial arts uniform like a black bear was fighting a fish monster.

His name was Kuroki Gensai, a famous martial arts master in this area.

At this moment, he was posing a classic cat footstand to deal with the fish monster's attack.

Cat footstand is a boxing stance that can instantly burst out powerful power during movement or force by adjusting the body's center of gravity and force.

However, facing this fish monster, Kuroki Gensai felt unprecedented pressure.

This fish monster looked like it had mutated from Tokyo Bay, with octopus-like tentacles, crab-like giant claws, and a shark head.

Its body was strong and powerful, like a moving hill.

The air around Hei Mu Xuan Zhai seemed to freeze, and only the battle between him and the fish demon was going on fiercely.

The scales of the fish demon flashed coldly in the sun, and every time it waved its eight strong tentacles, it was accompanied by a gust of wind, as if it could tear the space apart.

Hei Mu Xuan Zhai's foresight seemed powerless in front of this unprecedented opponent.

The attack trajectory of the fish demon was unpredictable, sometimes as fast as lightning, and sometimes like an undercurrent in the deep sea, silent but deadly.

Hei Mu Xuan Zhai's eyes were fixed on the movements of the fish demon, trying to find the law from every subtle swing. However, the fish demon seemed to be able to sense his intentions, and always adjusted the attack method at the critical moment, making Hei Mu Xuan Zhai's judgment fail.

On his body, scars gradually appeared, which were the marks left by the sharp tentacles of the fish demon. Each one was deep enough to see the bone, and blood stained his collar red.

"Impossible... How could my foresight fail?"

Hei Mu Xuan Zhai was secretly surprised. His ability came from his deep understanding of martial arts and countless practical experience, but facing the fish monster, all of this seemed to no longer apply.

Just as Hei Mu Xuan Zhai was lost in thought, the fish monster launched a fierce attack again.

This time, it no longer simply waved its tentacles, but used the coordination between the tentacles to weave an airtight attack net.

Hei Mu Xuan Zhai barely avoided the first wave of attacks, but then the second and third waves followed. He could only rely on instinct and years of training to barely maintain a defensive posture.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Hei Mu Xuan Zhai was hit by a huge force, and the whole person flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

In the dust, he struggled to get up, only to feel severe pain all over his body, as if every inch of his bones were protesting.

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But he did not give up. Instead, he took a deep breath and stood still again, ready to face the next round of attacks.

Luther watched the fierce battle.

Although these martial artists and fighters were extremely powerful, they still seemed powerless when facing these monsters driven by demonic power.

However, it was this indomitable spirit that made him admire them sincerely.

"Spiritual power is a gift from nature to the brave."

Luther whispered to himself, his voice was light but full of power, "Since you are willing to pursue the ultimate in martial arts at the cost of your lives, then let this courage get the due reward."

As he spoke, Luther slowly raised his hand, palm up, as if to catch some kind of power falling from the sky.

As he moved, the air around him began to fluctuate, and a warm and mysterious power gathered from all directions, and finally condensed on his palm.

At this time, on the battlefield on the other side, Shinichiro Dokushima was in an equally critical situation.

His left arm was empty, and blood flowed down his cheek like a trickle, staining half of his cheek red.

The tiger demon opposite him was surprisingly large, at least four meters long, and more than two meters high at the shoulder. Its skin was not soft hair, but covered with hard rock, as if it was a terrifying creature born from the depths of the earth, and any sharp blade seemed pale and powerless in front of it.

The "Granite Rock Tiger" was chewing his broken hand, making a satisfied gurgling sound, as if mocking his powerlessness.

The huge body pressed the surrounding space like a mountain, and every breath seemed to trigger a small earthquake.

The skin of the rock tiger is as hard as iron, and even a sharp blade made of alloy can hardly leave a mark on it.

Facing such an almost invincible enemy, Shinichiro Busujima's disciples and family members have suffered heavy casualties, and their eyes are filled with despair and fear.