I Am In Marvel

The gravel and dust slowly settled down, and in the underground passage full of the smell of gunpowder, after a sufficient amount of bombs were blasted, there was a scorched and damaged hole on the outer wall, and even the surrounding wall was covered with crack.

"Looks like it works." Kyle stepped forward again, shrugging.

"Yes. As long as there are three stacks of such powerful bombs, the outer wall of this corridor can be broken." Weiss agreed.

"It's easy to handle." Patting the palm of his hand, Kyle was about to continue to draw cards, when suddenly there was a sharp breaking wind in the passage behind him, and an extremely dangerous feeling came to his mind, even causing the back of his neck to cool down.

Almost instinctively, Kyle lowered his head quickly, and just after making this reflex-like action, a silver-white knife light swept across the top of his head, cutting off a few strands of hair.

While Kyle avoided the fatal blow, his face was cold, and he used his elbow to push back at the enemy, and the elbow was still missing and fell into a cloud of air.

The opponent dropped a slash at the speed of sound, and there was no back swing, so he easily avoided his superb counterattack at close range!

All this happened in the blink of an eye, and with the eyes of an ordinary person, only by slowing down three times or more can one see clearly that in an instant, the two have completed a tentative game.

"What a fast speed!" Kyle was shocked, his muscles were as tight as the enemy, he turned around, and his eyes swept back with cold light.

It was a man with both hands in the form of a scythe who was promoted to one of the top four. He stared at Kyle with high interest as if he had found a good prey, and said with a faint appreciation: "I can avoid my quick slash, a good response, You are really great."

"Why did you do it to me?" Kyle asked coldly. Inexplicably jumped out and slashed him. Usually, he would have been mad when he met him, but now the top priority is to get out first, and don't want to be entangled by inexplicable challengers.

"Why? The strong eat the strong is king. This is the eternal law of the universe. How can there be so many whys?"

The man with the scythe laughed, his long and narrow eyes revealing a cruel and inhumane gleam, raised his scythe and said, "I am the Blade Clan of the Z-series planet. Our race is born to fight and beheaded. I just came to Saka. Planet, I will kill the heads of all creatures I see!"

He licked his lips and continued: "The ruler called the 'Grandmaster' said he would forgive my sins as long as I could win the championship game, but who wants his forgiveness? As long as I can fight against powerful creatures, and Cut off the head of the strong and taste the blood of the strong, that's enough!"

"Master. There is no doubt that this is a slaughter-type perverted creature. It has no purpose in attacking life, only for its own pleasure." Weiss reminded in a low voice in Kyle's ear.

"You don't need to tell me, I also know." Kyle's face was indifferent, and he kept a high degree of vigilance on the sickle man.

Things got messy.

"If you can cut off your head, it should be a very memorable event."

The man with the scythe suddenly took a lunge forward, and the scythe in both hands fell forward with the strong wind. Kyle was already prepared, and he stepped on the pace flexibly to avoid it. The scythe fell on the wall behind him, like a cut. The cutting of the tofu leaves a smooth slashing groove.

If the body of an ordinary person takes a blow, it will not die or be disabled. Even if it is a super soldier's extraordinary physique, he will cut off a piece of flesh alive.

Kyle is not a gentle and weak temper. He was provoked and attacked by alien creatures again and again, and the anger that was originally restrained came to his heart again.

"If you want to fight, fight!"

Kyle's eyes showed cold light, and he suddenly stepped on the opponent's hand knife. The man with the scythe pulled back, but underestimated Kyle's strength. The knife in his hand only trembled and loosened, but he did not pull it back in time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kyle twisted his body, kicked his foot, and kicked the sickle man out heavily, hitting the wall and floor of the passage and bouncing a few times, raising billowing dust waves.

But soon, in Kyle's cold eyes, the man with the sickle climbed up with his knife on the ground, a few drops of bright red blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and he grinned with a ferocious grin, "I didn't see you wrong, That's right, fight with me!"

Kyle ignored him, stretched out his hand and pulled it back, quickly drawing the materialization of the card, throwing two black round objects at the sickle man, and he quickly stepped back a few steps.

"What is this?" The man with the scythe raised his eyes, subconsciously waved his scythe with both hands, and cut the thrown object in half. The next moment, two flames and explosions suddenly erupted in front of him.

"Bastard! Come and fight with me!" The scream of the man with the sickle sounded horribly.

"Who said you want to fight with a monster with two swords like you, aren't you very fast, come and chase me."

Kyle has ridiculed his mouth. Now he has no venom coat and Zhenjin armguards to protect him. He doesn't have the form of a venom coat and a strong attack method of a sodium carbon steel sword. monster races.

Understand the gap in strength between each other, then rely on tools to make up for it.

He wanted to quickly draw cards, high-explosive grenades, shrapnel grenades, etc., like a brain that didn't need money, and threw it forward, sealing the passage space.

All of a sudden, large and small explosions continued to resound in the underground passage, mixed with the angry and painful screams of the sickle man.

The narrow underground passage has greatly limited its speed, and the grenade can play an extraordinary effect in it, and it is not right to hide anywhere.

Being frequently baptized by grenades and bombs, although the man with the sickle quickly avoided the most dangerous central bombing area every time, his hair was scorched black, and his embarrassed body was covered in blood and the smell of gunpowder.

"I don't believe...you can have that much ammo..." The man with the scythe gritted his teeth, raised the scythe that was no longer smooth, and accelerated his pace in a frenzy. His body speed broke through to supersonic speed. The wind dissipated the thick gunpowder smoke in the area.

One end broke out of the explosion area in the passage, and the man with the scythe saw Kyle who was standing in front of him and stopped. He was just filled with joy, and he raised his scythe with both hands and was about to slash it, but when he saw the weapon in Kyle's hand clearly, His face suddenly changed color.

"Don't mess with me!" Kyle snorted coldly, holding the laser machine in both hands, pulled the trigger, and several dazzling blue-white lasers shot out from the muzzle.

The man with the scythe speeded up to dodge, his body turned into a black shadow and became blurred, bouncing back and forth in the channel, up and down, left and right.

When the speed reaches above the speed of sound, it really means restraining all attacks.

"Try this." Kyle was expressionless and kept shooting with a gun in one hand, forcing the opponent not to move forward.

He inserted his other hand into his pocket to draw a card. The pocket of his jacket was a bit like a treasure bag, and he took out a black disc.