No, to be more precise, it should be the wrist that was broken. The undead emperor's entire fist maintained a clenched posture, and was torn apart irregularly from the wrist by a huge force, and fell to the ground.
Obviously, this fist is also helpless.
After all, the object it was asked to hit was beyond its capabilities and had to bear a weight that a fist should not bear.
Even junior high school students know that the effects of force are reciprocal. Since the other party can't move, I have to break it myself.
Xia Qingqingya sat in the back and blinked a little dullly, feeling that something was not right.
He smashed the fist of such a monster with his face without even turning his neck.
This superman's defense has reached a terrifying level that she cannot understand.
The only thing that is certain is that he is very hard, to a level rarely seen in the world.
She definitely didn't want to try it herself.
But even though she was shocked, she didn't shut down the machine directly, and reminded loudly: "Be careful, he heals quickly."
But the reminder was actually too slow after all. Even before she could finish her sentence, a new palm had already sprung out from the break of the undead emperor's arm, and the regeneration speed was astonishingly fast.
Jiang Bei felt a shiver in his heart. As expected, the regeneration speed is really fast. Judging from this posture, it seems to be faster than Uncle Wolf.
That being the case
Jiang Bei clenched his fists and used a little more strength than usual.
One punch.
Xia Qingqing didn't know if it was her imagination. She felt like the sky dimmed a bit the moment Superman punched out.
Winds and clouds surged, flying sand and rocks. The gravel and rubble at Jiangbei's feet rose into the sky in a spiral shape with the cyclone, and were crushed into pieces the moment he punched.
It was like a vacuum area was formed around him at the moment of punching. In the dust-free land with him as the center, even a trace of dust intruding into this area would only be destined to be annihilated.
The moment he punched, the eyes of the Immortal Emperor were filled with fury and violence, a red-eyed madness. It seemed that in his eyes, there was only Superman in the world, the one he wanted to tear into pieces no matter what.
But within a few tenths of a second, all the madness and rage dissipated, just like the dark clouds blown away by the hurricane stirred by that punch, they disappeared in an instant.
Extreme fear dominates the instinct, and even a lunatic who has lost his mind can be shocked back to consciousness.
The moment he woke up, his wide eyes saw the ultimate terror in the world, and at the same time, questions immediately poured into his mind -
——What the hell am I doing!?
The wind of the fist turned into invisible air waves, like a layer upon layer of tsunami coming towards his face. Even his consciousness was almost swallowed up by that punch, and endless regret surged out of his almost frozen mind uncontrollably.
There is also the questioning of the insane self a moment ago.
Don't you have a good fucking life? Why do you have to mess with this pervert!?
I even wanted to give myself a slap in the face when I was so swollen that I wanted to touch the porcelain superman just after being promoted to a higher level.
Do you deserve to be scolded angrily?
Of course, there was no point regretting it. When his sanity returned, he instantly lost all thoughts of resistance, and the last trace of fighting spirit was extinguished by the power of this punch.
This is natural. If anyone brags about having a fight with Superman, he must have never seen with his own eyes how exaggerated this fist can be.
Wait, no, I think I can still save it!
I am invincible!
At the moment before his death, the immortal emperor's eyes seemed to flash with the flame of hope.
In fact, the power of this blow was so terrifying that he even forgot about his own transcendence. Now he has a body that surpasses that of a transcendent, and he can regenerate even if he is crushed into ashes.
Although it can't be defeated visually, as the saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. As long as you don't die, you at least have a chance of escape.
Thinking of this, the hope of life was rekindled in the eyes of the immortal emperor who had lost all thoughts.
Then he was beaten into scum.
With one punch, everything was wiped out.
Xia Qingqing couldn't help but be speechless for a moment when she saw that the monster that she thought was so powerful before was reduced to pieces with one punch.
Although it is indeed a terrifying monster, it is just a monster after all. However, the person opposite it is a pervert with no limits.
Monsters cannot defeat perverts.
But of course she has not forgotten the other party's tricky abilities: "Superman, be careful of his regeneration ability! This guy says he can at least regenerate at the molecular level, and even if he is crushed to dust, he can still turn back!"
Jiang Bei was slightly surprised when he heard this.
Good guy, so perverted? Isn’t this a Deadpool-level regeneration ability?
So he didn't dare to be careless, and kept alert to the opponent's regeneration and was ready to land another punch at any time. At the same time, his mind was racing, thinking about what to do if there was such an unbeatable opponent.
If he can be reborn after being reduced to ashes, it feels like no matter how hard he fights, it should be useless. Either find a way to control him, or simply throw him into the universe and let him stop thinking on his own.
Wait and wait and wait.
A minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Five minutes have passed.
"."
A gust of cold wind blew by, lifting the cloak behind Jiang Bei.
He pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Xia Qingqing, who looked confused next to him.
"By the way, is there a possibility that maybe he won't come back?"
Xia Qingqing: "."
Ten minutes have passed.
The two people in the sequence promotion laboratory were also silenced.
After a long time, the man spoke: "Why didn't he regenerate?"
As he spoke, he turned his eyes unkindly to the person in charge wearing glasses: "Didn't you say that he is invincible for at least these days?"
"Well, it should be like this." The person in charge began to sweat on his forehead, "The transformed undead emperor can regenerate from the molecular level and is almost immortal. We never expected this to happen in advance. This shouldn't be the case.
.Maybe it’s a parameter error, maybe he failed to meet the expected self-healing standards.”
The man snorted lowly.
"That's all." He said, "It's a failure anyway, and I don't really expect him to do anything. He just wants to use the waste before he dies."
"Yes, yes." The person in charge nodded repeatedly while wiping his sweat.
"Record the experimental data and solve the problems exposed this time as soon as possible." The man said coldly, "Although the Immortal Emperor is not a high-level person, he is also an important resource in the organization. If such resources are consumed and cannot be used as they should be,
You know the consequences."
The person in charge kept nodding and bowing: "I understand, I understand."
"Although your research direction is interesting, you have to understand that this is not the only option for the organization." The man said calmly, "The Jingming branch's god-making plan has also made significant progress, and the organization's current focus is still there.
side."
"Of course." The person in charge patted his chest, "I promise I won't let the organization down!"
The two of them were so focused in their conversation that they didn't notice that a third person had appeared in the room at some point.
Until a pair of red lights lit up in the darkness.
The two men turned their heads together.
Then within the same second, his expression exploded and he suffered cardiopulmonary arrest.
"Now," Jiang Bei appeared with red eyes and said with a smile, "Would any of you want to talk about what the hell this 'god-making plan' is?"