The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

Lex shook his head nonchalantly, and insisted on handing it over, "This is just the first one, you should notice that I said plural, and the next one—"

A bodyguard passed through the crowd, and the guests suddenly separated to both sides like a red sea. The bodyguard grabbed the back collar of the man in his hand and threw the unconscious female mage on the deck.

All eyes on this deck are gathered here, whether it is the criminals and villains on the most wanted list, or the daughter of the leader of the Assassin League.

Although no one cares about the life and death of the mage, everyone is just curious and watching the show.

Arya scanned the other person's face with her mobile phone calmly, confirming that this is the escaped mage from the Celestial Cult, the so-called classmate of Doctor Strange, the person who changed his belief and wanted to become a follower of the gods, and was rescued by himself from the knife The little girl Lily, her father also offered 50 yuan to chase and kill this person.

She looked at the kryptonite earrings in her hand, and then at the unconscious mage, "... If you would like to explain the connection between these two gifts?"

"Do you still remember that morning, you were hunted down by the guardian of the metropolis, the acclaimed god on earth, the feeling of being hunted down by him, obviously you are right or wrong, but people in the world will think you are It's the one playing the villain, look at the comments on Twitter," Lex said beamingly, and his tone dropped again, "No one cares that you got hurt, and no one cares if you weren't a superpower was beaten to death."

His voice was not very loud, but many people on this ship could hear this passage, and those uncertain gazes before became more and more complicated at this moment.

Thalia looked at the speechless little girl with interest, and Death Knell was also staring at her. Given the contrast between this person's appearance and interior, they all wondered how she would answer.

Arya showed a kind of patience like treating immature children, "Actually, I think most of the people here have been beaten up, and definitely more than once, I mean, Mr. Luthor, you may I think my story is quite tragic, such as a perverted father and a bad family, but have you ever tried the feeling of being pierced by bullets?"

The girl casually glanced at everyone, and the villains felt the same way, not to mention those who have already debuted, even in their early years of practice, they had to learn to be beaten and endure pain.

"Have you ever been crushed to the bone, or cut open by an ax," her fingertips landed on her chest, "If it wasn't for the blood, you could even see your own internal organs—"

Lex's smile hadn't disappeared, and the light in his eyes hadn't been extinguished, but became even brighter, quietly waiting for her next words.

"So, Superman just broke my bones, it doesn't mean I don't care," Arya spread her hands indifferently, "I still like to use force to oppress others, so I am also prepared, if One day I meet someone I can't beat, and it's normal to be beaten."

Although everyone understands the truth, this is not at all the calm state of mind that teenagers can have...

It is not common for people who are several times their age.

The little girl moved her finger, closed the lid of the jewelry box with a "snap", cast an innocent look at the mercenary next to her, and asked in a low voice, "Right?"

Slade was noncommittal, "Are you an adult?"

Arya didn't really want to discuss this issue, she looked at Lex, who was not surprised by his remarks, "You are wrong, Blake, I never thought you were a poor little person who needed sympathy and attention from others, it's just that you You don't want this to happen again, especially—look!"

She didn't think that anyone present could successfully attack her, so Arya looked up with confidence.

The figure of Superman emerged from under the clouds, and the bright red cape flew in the air, like a flame shrouded in shadow.

Arya: "..."

Arya took a deep breath. "What does that mean? You made a date for us?"

"The higher you fly, the smaller you will be in the eyes of those who can't fly*," Lex raised his hand, gestured a size in the void, and pointed in the direction of the Kryptonian from a distance, "For example, him. "

"Really," the girl shook her head indifferently, "In your eyes, is Superman the sun or Zarathustra?"

"The Celestial Cult's stronghold in Metropolis was destroyed by Superman. Since then, the Justice League has been chasing these people," the blond young man winked at her, "Today, our 'God' will definitely not allow you to kill drop her."

The word he said was particularly ironic.

Arya didn't speak for a moment.

Superman seems to stop at a high altitude, but with his speed, whenever the people on this ship want to make a move, he can stop the opponent's movement in an instant.

She also knows that the point is not to kill people, but if Zhenglian can capture a cultist alive, and this mage must be a senior member of the Celestial Cult, they may expect to get more clues.

No matter from whose point of view, everyone has their own reasons, so at this time——

Isn't it just talking with your fists?

She already understood this truth.

At this time, they were still in a state of confrontation. Superman could hear every conversation on the ship, and he naturally knew that the mage who defected from Kama Taj was a senior member of the Deity Cult, and now Lex gave it to Ace. Tria's meeting ceremony——

"I think you also have superpowers, Luther," the girl sighed, "You can always make a very simple thing extremely complicated. Maybe you think that the next development is to satisfy your desire for control, but, no , if there is kryptonite, a ten-year-old child can kill him with a fruit knife, so..."

The great golden sword emerged from the void, and the shining and overflowing brilliance almost hurt people's eyes.

As if feeling the fighting spirit burning in the owner's heart, Levatin also let out an almost manic buzzing, like chaotic bells cascading and echoing under the night sky.

Arya threw the kryptonite earrings into the river casually, "Don't insult me ​​with this kind of thing, we can still be friends if we use each other."

A cold crescent moon quietly emerged, and the gloomy clouds gradually dissipated.

Who knows how much kryptonite was hidden in Luthor's ship, perhaps for this reason, Superman then lowered his altitude, but was still suspended in the air, maintaining a relatively safe distance.

But on the other hand, since there are all villains below, what kind of panic or confusion would he cause if he landed directly on the ship, and those with relatively high force values ​​might immediately enter a fighting state.

The Kryptonian looked around, his eyes fell on the black-haired girl's face, and he looked at her calmly, trying to convince her, "She will provide important clues, if you kill her—"

"She wouldn't tell, if you knew how fanatical she was for her 'master,'" Arya had seen with her own eyes, the mage holding a knife with a frantic look on his face, "unless you are going to deceive her and pretend that you are too Join the Celestial Cult or something, otherwise, I don't think she'll say anything useful."

"……I know."

Of course Clark understands that this matter is not simple. In fact, superheroes will not use gentle means to deal with these unreasonable villains and criminals. The most direct solution, however, is that the vast majority of believers, especially this kind of sect whose beliefs are unknown but has its own system and is difficult for others to understand, the loyal believers are basically outright lunatics——

Sometimes, their deranged spirits can even cause harm to mind readers.

As for punishment...

Many believers of Tenjin Sect are keen on self-mutilation, and even enjoy this kind of pain after a lot of times.

Arya waited silently for his answer.

Superman suddenly had a headache. He didn't want to deceive the other party and pretended that he had a safe solution. In fact, he didn't. In fact, it has been bothering the members of the Justice League.

After all, this is different from dealing with those who are keen on making explosions and killing people with guns or releasing monsters that go crazy in the street. Moreover, those believers who have been identified and have become corpses seem to be ordinary people who can't see any problems in their daily lives.

In fact, they seldom face such opponents who are difficult to find effective solutions, because superheroes face more than just deranged human villains, whether they are enemies or friends, they have seen angels and hell in human skins Demons from the depths or borders, even Lucifer himself opened a bar in Los Angeles*, and dealt with many races beyond the earth, and some joined the alliance——

Very few people know about the Tenjin religion, at most they know a part of the truth like the guardians of the New York Temple, but about who the gods these believers want to summon, what kind of power this existence has, and so on, no one at all know.

That's why, he couldn't let Estelia kill the mage.

"Hey, Lex," Arya suddenly changed her address, "Why don't you tell him how you caught this man, maybe they can learn from your method and catch some new ones."

"Some unreproducible coincidence," the person named replied vaguely. "In my hotel, I don't think our Kryptonian heroes will accept your proposal."

"I think it's you who don't accept it."

Arya complained unhappily. She propped Levatin on the ground. After the brilliance faded, this legendary artifact that could destroy the planet looked like an ancient weapon with exquisite craftsmanship and gorgeous shape.

"I don't think I would have a chance to kill her if she was taken away by you... I mean, I don't have to, because if you can do it, I can accept it, but you will only lock her up." Somewhere, a former classmate of Doctor Strange, her escape ability is about [-] times better than the clown, then I won't be able to find her so easily, come on."

It's useless to talk nonsense, and she doesn't care so much about how others think of herself——

After the words fell, Arya clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and invisible power poured into the sword body suddenly!

Levatin was filled with pale golden light, and the brilliant color was astonishingly bright. Amidst the trembling clanking sound, in the blink of an eye, the girl turned her wrist and slashed several swords in the void!

She stood at the same spot without moving, but the substantial sword energy burst out, turning into several intersecting bright light blades, flying towards the unconscious mage at an unimaginable speed.

The sound of sword energy breaking through the air still lingered in my ears, but several blurred afterimages had already been drawn in the air.

Clark had seen this kind of sword energy in Limbo Prison before, and he knew that this seemingly sharp and cold light blade might not only cut through blood vessels in the skin, but also carried a powerful force that could easily tear through solid walls.

If that mage was hit even once...

No matter how advanced the magic is, this is still a normal human being. What's more, she has no resistance now, her body is not as hard as a concrete wall, and she may be torn apart on the spot.

In fact, only Superman has time to think when faced with such a situation.

Even after thinking about it, he was able to calmly think about the plan.

None of the people in this boat could match his reaction speed, including those sword auras that were as fast as lightning in the eyes of ordinary people, but in his opinion, they were completely unstoppable.

But he can't use his body to block it as usual, or use everything around him, from the fiberglass coffee table to the metal seat and hatch, it's probably useless.

Arya knew this too, so she released a few bursts of sword energy as if she didn't want to move anymore, and she carried the heavy sword lightly, as if waiting for his next move.

Clark could only give up the negotiation, and before the sword energy arrived, he grabbed the unconscious female mage and flew into the sky!

The speed of this series of actions is unimaginable. After all, those sword lights have completely surpassed the reaction speed of ordinary people. Most people can only see a flash in front of them. A piece of metal guardrail is completely torn apart in a crisp cutting sound. , the fracture is neat, like a piece of butter cut by a sharp knife.

Arya just bought a new game before coming to the appointment. At this moment, "Final Fantasy XV", which was installed an hour ago, just came in handy.

A very practical skill for her, called Displacement Break in the game, can teleport to the locked target across a distance.

Although the distance must be limited, as long as the reaction is fast, there will be time!

It happened almost at the same time. Arya's eyes locked on the mage tightly. At the moment the opponent disappeared, she turned around and threw Levatin with force!

In the next second, her figure disappeared on the spot, leaving only a smoky light golden thread.

Those slender filaments of light were tangled and entangled, elongated into a hazy golden mist, climbing all the way from the deck of the yacht, soaring into the sky in an instant, like a sharp arrow shooting out towards the night sky.

At that moment time seemed to stand still.

The gentle light feathers spread out suddenly, revealing the girl's figure and the sharp blade in her hand. She did not lose her momentum even after she teleported. The sword moves honed by countless fights in the border of hell are natural, and there is no sloppiness in the slightest. action.

The rebellious sword of the protagonist in Devil May Cry has five weapon forms, which can be changed at will, so Levatin has the same ability.

In the blink of an eye, the light-gold streamer's blade stretched and twisted, the golden-red light and shadow entangled, and a faint bloody breath lingered between the fingers. When the head was struck down, it was already a giant ax with a sharp blade!

With personal experience and Wonder Woman's warning, Clark would never choose to take the opponent's moves hard. However, the speed difference between the two is obvious, as long as they avoid their sharp edges.

Superman dodged this thundering axe. After changing his weapon, the opponent's attack speed slowed down a bit. Before Levatin changed his form again, he punched the side of the axe. The anger of the sword of victory almost penetrated his body. Out, like boiling tumbling filaments of light roaring and neighing, the terrifying impact sound echoed under the dark clouds, almost shattering people's eardrums!

Arya recalled once again the feeling of taking a hard punch from Red Tank.

Her current physical fitness, including her strength level, has doubled several times. Facing mutants like Red Tank, she will no longer be able to pierce a blood vessel, and she can do it by cutting off the opponent's head with a single sword. Can fight an unnerved Kryptonian for strength, even if the opponent hasn't exhausted his strength.

Clark sighed, "...Sorry."

The yacht sailed across the rippling river surface, the cold moonlight was reflected in the water waves, and the interlaced sword light in the high sky, because of the distance, turned into countless dots of golden light, like a fine rain of light, falling fade away vaguely.

The girl holding the divine sword fell from the sky, turned her body lightly to adjust her balance, and was already standing when she landed on the deck.

——She even wears four or five inch high heels.

Arya wiped away the blood overflowing from the crevices of her nails, and broke off the broken phalanx without any trace, "If you just want me to fight Superman, just tell me."

This person's temper is too good.

During this period of time, everyone on the yacht has been paying attention to this battle. Even if they don't know what happened, they can roughly guess it now. It's nothing more than Luther wanting to use her to deal with Superman, or try her skills the other way around. , or both.

If many people with super powers were played like this, they would definitely be angry, not to mention that she was still so young.

Arya doesn't care, she doesn't mention py transactions or anything, she is used to taking money to fight, and it's different from whoever fights——

Luthor had already paid for it anyway.

However, there was one thing she was a little curious about.

"Don't worry," the mercenary who enjoyed a free show said unhurriedly, "It's just a little neurotoxin, she's dead now."

Lex still looked confident that he could win, "As Mr. Wilson said, Miss Black, a little trick."

Arya saw the reminder that the task was completed on her mobile phone, and she knew that the mage was indeed dead.

The little girl raised her head thoughtfully, "Okay, so what exactly is this?"

"A ceremony," the blond young man smiled at her, the gloom on his face disappeared completely, and his expression was like sunshine after rain, "Welcome to Metropolis, Blake."

A whole boat of villains toasted or nodded to her one after another, and the yacht seemed to be full of joy.

The brightly lit metropolis stands on one side of the canal, and on the other side is Gotham, like a sleeping behemoth, quietly dormant in the night.