After the skyscraper collapsed, it kicked up a huge cloud of dust.
More than five blocks were covered in it, and Allen's figure gradually disappeared.
However, Mr.
Cat had no spare power 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, shattering the outer walls of all surrounding buildings within 20 meters in an orderly manner.
The battle started from the sky to the ground.
In a short time, on the dusty street, the two of them cleared a dust-free area with just their momentum.
After landing, they didn't take much breath, and the two clashed again.
No camera on the streets of New York could capture their shadows.
As fast as a shadow chasing the wind, it is powerful enough to sweep across the wilderness.
Every time the two physically collide, the energy generated by them will overturn a car on the roadside, blow away a trash can, or shatter the glass more than ten meters away, etc.
Boyka's attacks are powerful and can be said to push the physical fighting method to the limit.
He put aside the emphasis on personal cultivation and moral attainments in Chinese Kung Fu, and did not stick to the exclusiveness and unique styles of some unique martial arts.
This Russian guy can use every joint, every finger, even the toes, even the head.
Sorry, he has no hair.
In short, Mr.
Boyka has dissolved the word fighting in his blood, mastered it, and achieved the unity of knowledge and action.
Everything revolves around a simple fundamental purpose, which is to beat his 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 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?"
“Certainly from the moment I got 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 spirit-carrying formation in Guigu Taoism.
I reduced its scale and combined it with my own use of spiritual power to become The current move, 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 that."
Mr.
Cat helplessly shrugged: "Yeah, I didn't expect that even after using these, I could be on par with you.
But" his scalpel appeared in his hand again: "After this period of time, I used some of my remaining 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 know in their hearts that the scale of victory has gradually tilted towards Master Mao.
In comparison, Master Mao is undoubtedly stronger in comprehensive ability and has many excellent recovery methods; and Boyka, even if he can fight like this for a day , but if they continue to be consumed, 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 laughed: "What a cunning prey."
They both burst out laughing, and their laughter stopped almost at the same second.
Just like at the beginning of this duel, their figures suddenly disappeared and met at the midpoint of the distance between them at an explosive speed.
But this time, it ended completely differently.
Boyka's fist hit Mr.
Cat's left rib, and Mr.
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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 from their mouths.
"I should have seen that you are not a mature dog."
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 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 Master Cat could no longer feel the existence of his soul in him.
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 do you fools just don't understand that surrender is far easier than resistance?
This world will always belong to the strong.
At any time, It's the same everywhere.
Even in the land beneath our feet, the so-called showcase of democracy, the land of freedom, the law remains unchanged.
Laws are made by powerful white men; politics must be based on lies; The method of social respect is strong military technological capabilities and force As long as you have enough resourcefulness and military strategy, criminal organizations can also be legalized and influence the historical process of this planet from the dark."
He walked to Master Mao and squatted down, pressing the muzzle of the gun against Master Mao's temple: "You little people The roles you play are simply not worth mentioning on the stage of the times, but everyone thinks they can change the world.
There are people like you everywhere, but do you know what happens to guys who try to be heroes?"
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 serious problem in the future."
"It's a pity that 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 also sounded at this moment.
Allen's eyes moved down.
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 of a long and narrow hole on his neck: "Why are you becoming faster than just now?"
"Hey hey hey, don't you see such an obvious thing?"
As soon as this obscene laughter 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 Mao'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.
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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 what the human body can achieve."
He smiled and said, "Hey, hey, you.
You're too confident, Allen.
Just because you can catch up with your sight doesn't mean you can catch up with him quickly.
If you hadn't used a gun just now, you wouldn't have been able to make a sneak attack.
To take a step back, if Boyka was at his peak. , even if you blast him with a missile, he can still kick him away, just like the first time you used a gun to attack Cat Master, 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 two was beaten to the point of being unable to move before taking action.
It was not the right time to take action against me.
That was It's a perfect opportunity to severely injure both of you at the same time, or at least kill one of you.
It's just that I targeted the wrong target.
I should have aimed at your heart instead.
Boyka's 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 make 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 didn't know my abilities."
He stared at Mr.
Cat and said, "I can tell You, I have no powers at all.
I am not a superpower, not 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, but 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 his hand covering the wound, and hugged an iron pole 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.
He just dragged 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: "Is this a boost of adrenaline?
You should know, it's just an ordinary person."
As a human being, your actions now will cause unpredictable harm and backlash to yourself.”
"Ah" Allen shouted, swinging 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.
Hehe, it is fireproof, explosion-proof, and impact-proof. , and can kill people thousands of miles away.
I think you can become Batman if you lose weight."
Allen grabbed another truck on the side of the road and threw it at Mr.
Cat.
Mr.
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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 impact on others to a certain extent.
Mental interference."
Mr.
Cat adjusted his collar, as if chatting, indifferent to 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: