After the collapse of the skyscraper, a huge cloud of dust was thrown up, covering more than five blocks, and Allen's figure gradually disappeared. However, Mr. Cat did not have the energy to care about what the fat man did at this moment, because Boyka's offensive followed him like a shadow.
They started a fierce fight in mid-air, and the collision of fists and feet caused an invisible impact, disorderly shattering the exterior walls of all the surrounding buildings within 20 meters. The battle started from the sky to the ground. After a while, on the dusty streets,
The two of them cleared a dust-free area with just their momentum.
After landing, they didn't take much breath, and the two faced each other again. Not a single camera on the streets of New York could capture their shadows.
They are as fast as stalking a shadow chasing the wind, and they are powerful enough to sweep through all the wasteland. The energy generated by each physical collision between the two people will overturn a car on the roadside, blow away a trash can, or shatter a tree more than ten meters away.
Glass etc...
Boyka's attacks are powerful and fire-fighting, which can be said to push the physical fighting method to the limit. He puts aside the emphasis on personal cultivation and moral attainments in Chinese Kung Fu, and does not stick to the exclusiveness and uniqueness of some unique martial arts.
Style. This Russian guy can use every joint, every finger, even the toes, even the head... Oh, sorry, he has no hair. In short, Mr. Boyka has dissolved the word fighting in his blood and has mastered it.
, achieving the unity of knowledge and action, everything revolves around a simple fundamental purpose, which is to beat the opponent until he doesn't even know his mother.
It was indeed the first time for Mr. Mao to meet this type of strong man. Although he had guessed that Boyka was a superpower at the beginning of the battle, he also basically guessed that his ability was to control the kinetic energy generated by the movement of objects.
, and convert it into its own energy for use. But the trouble is that in some cases, knowing yourself and the enemy may not necessarily lead to victory...
The two fought for more than ten minutes, but Boyka suddenly stopped.
"Am I poisoned?"
Master Mao did not deny it: "Yes, as time goes by, you will become more and more powerless."
"When did you start?"
"Of course...from the moment I became serious."
"Humph..." Boyka said noncommittally: "Then what's going on with your hands?"
Master Mao raised his hands, and a weird pattern appeared on the back of each hand: "The basic principle is the 'Ling Qing Array' in Guigu Taoism. I reduced its scale and combined it with my own use of spiritual power.
, has become the current move, um... let’s call it – ‘Overload’.”
"Although I don't quite understand what you're talking about, it seems like the tricks you're playing are nothing more than this."
Mr. Cat shrugged helplessly: "Yeah... I didn't expect that even if I use these, I can be on a par with you, but..." His scalpel appeared in his hand again: "After
During this time, I used some of my spare energy to repair the soul weapon."
Boyka snorted coldly and clenched his fists: "It's almost time to put an end to this."
Both of them knew in their hearts that the scale of victory was gradually tilting towards Mr. Cat. In comparison, Mr. Cat's comprehensive ability was undoubtedly stronger and he had many excellent recovery methods; and Boyka, even if he could fight like this for a whole day,
, but if they continue to consume, the strength of him and Master Mao will also wax and wane, widening the gap.
"Yes, if you delay it any longer, you will become a boring opponent." Cat Master said with a smile.
Boyka also smiled: "What a cunning prey..."
They both laughed, and their laughter stopped almost at the same second. Just like at the beginning of this duel, their figures suddenly disappeared in place, and met at the midpoint of the distance between them at an explosive speed, but this time
Once, it was a completely different ending.
Boyka's fist hit Mr. Cat's left rib, and Mr. Cat's scalpel pierced Boyka's collarbone. In addition, there was a green and purple intersecting beam of light that sprang out from the smoke in the distance.
, using an incredible angle, penetrated the chests of two people at the same time.
Boyka's heart was penetrated and burned instantly; Cat's luck was better, but his lungs were punctured, so he did not die on the spot. The two fell to the ground, blood spurting out from their mouths.
"I should have seen that this dog of yours is not mature enough." Allen came from the shadows, holding the weird pistol: "But you made the best use of it before you died." He treated him like a man.
Like garbage, he kicked Boyka's bald head. In fact, this move was meaningless, because all the Russian guy's vital signs had stopped, and the cat could no longer feel the existence of his soul in his body. This was just a move.
It's just a corpse with a dead eye.
"Open your eyes and take a good look. This is the result of opposing our brothers!" Allen shouted hysterically: "Why don't you fools understand? Surrender is far easier than resistance! This world always belongs to the strong.
, the same everywhere. Even in the land beneath our feet, the so-called showcase of democracy, the land of freedom, this law remains unchanged. Laws are made by powerful white men; politics must be based on lies.
;The way to gain respect from the international community is through strong military and technological capabilities, and through force!
As long as you have enough resourcefulness and military strategy, criminal organizations can also be legalized! You can influence the historical process of this planet from the dark!" He walked to Master Mao and squatted down, pressing the muzzle of his gun against Master Mao's temple: "You guys
The roles played by these little people are simply not worth mentioning on the stage of the times, but they all think they can change the world! People like you exist everywhere, but do you know what happens to those who try to be heroic?"
A hand was pressed on Allen's face, just covering his shocked expression. The next second, the fat man was thrown away by Mr. Cat with one hand and hit a car on the roadside. The car was broken into pieces.
Two pieces exploded.
"Do you know what happens to the villain who points a gun at a handsome guy and then starts a tirade?" Mr. Cat stood up. The wound on his chest was still bleeding, but the hole on his back had healed.
Allen walked out of the flames unscathed: "After fighting Boyka for so long, you can still have such fighting power. If I don't get rid of you today, you will definitely be a big problem in the future."
"What a pity... There are too many people in this world who are stronger than me. Even if you are a big belly, I don't think you can fit in that little confidant."
Allen snorted coldly, raised his gun and fired. The strange beam of light appeared again, but Master Cat disappeared suddenly.
"It was originally a good contest, but you happened to come in and disrupt the situation during the most exciting part." Master Mao's scalpel had moved to the side of Allen's neck, and his voice sounded at this moment.
Allen's eyes moved downwards. Everything in front of him seemed to be in slow motion. The scarlet blade cut open his skin, slowly embedded into his flesh, tearing open blood vessels and even bones...
He took a step sideways and escaped the fatal threat, but blood kept pouring out from a long and narrow hole on his neck: "Why... you became faster than before..."
"Hehehe...don't you see such an obvious thing?" As soon as this obscene laugh came out, everyone knew that Woody had arrived.
Allen covered his neck with one hand and retreated all the way to the street, leaning against the wall. Master Cat's sudden knife had obviously cut his artery, and blood spurted out from between Allen's fingers like a fountain.
Woody licked his lips, as if the blood had stimulated his appetite. He pushed up his glasses that glowed with white light and said: "The peripheral nerves that control muscles in vertebrates are largely affected by emotions. Appropriate pressure, sex
Excitement, a high degree of concentration, or... anger can all increase the limits of human body movement." He smiled and said: "Hehehehe... you are too confident, Allen. You can catch up with your eyes, and
It doesn't mean that you can catch up with speed. If you hadn't used a gun just now, you wouldn't have been able to make a sneak attack. Taking a step back, if Boyka is at his peak, even if you use a missile to blast him, he can still kick him.
Fly, just like the first time you attacked Master Cat with a gun, the attack was wiped out by Boyka."
Cat Master took over Woody's words and said: "I don't know yet what your abilities are, but in terms of speed and strength, you are definitely not as good as Boyka and me. I'm really confused about what makes you think
, the black gun just now can kill two birds with one stone? If you don't kill Boyka with one shot, he will definitely turn around and tear you apart immediately."
Allen forced out a smile and said with blood foam in his mouth: "Haha... It was indeed a miscalculation. I should have waited until one of you was beaten to the point of being unable to move before taking action... No... That's not right... I
The timing of my attack was right. It was an excellent opportunity to severely injure both of you at the same time, or at least kill one of you. But... I targeted the wrong target. I should have aimed at your heart, not Boy.
It's stuck...you are far more difficult to deal with than him."
Woody drew a circle with his index finger pointing upward: "That's very good, but it's a pity that you understood too late. If the shot you just shot had penetrated Cat Master's heart and penetrated Boyka's lungs, maybe they
Both of them have checked in to hell." Woody stopped his finger, pointed at Allen, and said in a talk show host-like tone: "But making assumptions about what has happened in the past,
Doesn’t make any sense does it mate?”
Allen's smile became more and more ferocious, and his arteries were still bleeding. According to this amount, it is probably too late to send for rescue now: "You just said you don't know my abilities?" He stared at Mr. Cat and said, "I can do it.
Let me tell you, I have no abilities at all. I am not a superpower, a psychic, I have not been genetically modified, and I am not any supernatural monster.
My brother and I are different. He was born with god-like superpowers and wisdom, while I am a completely ordinary person. It's just that... my nervous system underwent subtle changes after a small 'accident'
"So..." He threw away the pistol, staggered forward a few steps, released the hand covering the wound, and hugged an iron rod supporting the traffic light with both arms: "So I can do this!"
The blood on the side of his neck surged, and Allen's face turned pale. He pulled out the big iron rod with a slightly clumsy figure. Half of his clothes were dyed red, but he didn't care, just dragging the "weapon" in his hand.
", approaching Master Cat step by step.
Master Mao's breathing stabilized again, which showed that the injury to his lungs had basically recovered. He put on a decadent expression again, looking at the ridiculous scene in front of him: "Raise adrenaline, right... You should know, just
For an 'ordinary person', your actions now will bring unpredictable harm and backlash to yourself."
"Ah!!!" Allen shouted and swung down the iron rod.
But this heavyweight weapon was torn into pieces by the red light and could not hurt Mr. Cat at all.
"Is this your answer..." Master Mao actually showed a sympathetic smile: "That gun and the clothes you are wearing should be your highest technological power in Midnight. Haha...fire protection,
It's explosion-proof, impact-proof, and can kill people thousands of miles away. I think if you lose weight, you can definitely become Batman."
Allen grabbed another truck on the side of the road and threw it at Mr. Cat. Mr. Cat easily dodged it, but the street behind him was blown up into flames.
"It seems that your use of the mutated nervous system is still too weak. It is just an improvement in adrenaline and dynamic vision. If it were me, I could at least improve all five senses and have a sensory effect on others to a certain extent.
Mental interference." Mr. Cat adjusted his collar, as if chatting, not caring about Allen's actions.
Allen's vision and consciousness gradually blurred. He had lost too much blood and was fighting an overloaded battle at the same time. I'm afraid that if Mr. Cat doesn't pay attention to him, he will soon fall into coma and die...
At this moment, something appeared in front of Allen's eyes.
It was a dirty alley, two thin figures, white snow, red blood, frightened eyes, collapsed debris, everything came to an abrupt end with the sound of explosion...