I Am In Marvel Chapter 183: Station alien creatures

The rubble and dust slowly settled down, and in the underground passage that was full of the pungent smell of gunpowder, after a large amount of bombs were blasted, a charred and damaged hole appeared on the outer wall, along with the surrounding walls. All are full of cracks.

"It seems to be working." Kyle stepped forward again and shrugged.

"Yes. As long as three bombs of this power are stacked, the outer wall of the corridor can be broken." Weiss agreed.

"This is easy to handle." Kyle patted his palms and was about to continue drawing cards. Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind in the passage behind him. The feeling of extreme danger came to his mind, and even caused a slight chill on the back of his neck.

Almost instinctively, Kyle quickly lowered his head. Just as he made this reflexive action, a silvery sword flash passed over his head and cut off several hair strands.

While avoiding the fatal blow, Kyle's face turned cold. He counterattacked backwards and pushed his elbow towards the enemy. The end of his elbow still missed and fell into a ball of air.

The opponent unexpectedly struck down at the speed of sound, and without any backswing, he easily dodged his superb counterattack at close range!

All this happened in the blink of an eye. With ordinary people's eyes, only by slowing down more than three times can we see clearly that in that instant, the two had completed a tentative game.

"What a fast speed!" Kyle was shocked in his heart, his body muscles tensed as if facing a powerful enemy, he turned around and glanced back with cold eyes.

That was a man with sickle hands who was promoted to one of the top four. He looked at Kyle with great interest as if he had found a good prey. He said with slight appreciation: "It's good to avoid my quick slash. reaction, you are really amazing."

"Why do you want to attack me?" Kyle asked coldly. Inexplicably, he jumped out and slashed him. Normally, he would have gone into a rage when encountering him, but now the top priority was to escape first, as he did not want to be entangled by the inexplicable challenger.

"Why? The weak eat the strong and the strong is king. This is the eternal law of the universe. There are so many reasons."

The man with the scythe laughed, his narrow eyes revealed a cruel and inhumane glare, he raised the scythe and said: "I am the Blade Clan of Planet Z. Our race was born to fight and behead people. Just arrived. When I get to Planet Saka, I will kill the heads of all the creatures I see!"

He licked his lips and continued: "The ruler called 'Grandmaster' said that as long as I can win the championship game, he will forgive my sins, but who wants his forgiveness? As long as I can compete with powerful creatures It is enough to fight, cut off the head of the strong, and taste the blood of the strong!"

"Master. There is no doubt that this is a perverted and murderous creature. It attacks life without purpose and only for its own pleasure." Weiss reminded in a low voice in Kyle's ear.

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

Things got tricky.

"If I could cut off your head, it would be a memorable event."

The man with the sickle suddenly took a bow step forward, and slashed the sickle forward with the strong wind. Kyle was already on guard, and he was able to avoid it with his flexible steps, and the sickle fell on the wall behind him. , such as cutting the tofu, leaving smooth slashing grooves.

If an ordinary person's body is hit by a blow, it will either die or be disabled. Even a super soldier with an extraordinary physique will still have to cut off a piece of flesh alive.

Kyle is not a gentle and weak-tempered person. He was repeatedly provoked and attacked by alien creatures, and the anger that had been restrained surged into his heart again.

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

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

Taking this opportunity, Kyle twisted his body and kicked out, sending the sickle man flying hard. He hit the wall and floor of the passage and bounced a few times, sending up billowing waves of dust.

But soon, under Kyle's cold gaze, the man with the sickle stood up with his knife on the ground. A few drops of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he grinned ferociously, "I saw that right." You, this is right, fight me!"

Kyle ignored him, reached back and pulled out the card quickly. He threw two dark round objects at the sickle man and took a few steps back quickly.

"What is this?" The man with the sickle raised his eyes and subconsciously waved the sickle with both hands, cutting the thrown object in half. The next moment, two waves of fire and explosive waves suddenly erupted in front of him.

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

"Who said I have to fight in close combat with a monster like you with two swords? Aren't you very fast? Come after me."

Kyle said with a sarcasm. Now he does not have the protection and defense of the venom coat and vibranium arm guards. He does not have the strong attack method of the venom suit form and the sodium carbon steel sword. He is mentally ill and only fights the opponent with his bare hands. A race of monsters born to fight.

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

He thought about quickly drawing cards, high-explosive grenades, shrapnel grenades, etc., and threw them forward as if he didn't need money, sealing the passage space.

For a while, 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 greatly limits its speed. The grenade can exert an extraordinary effect in it, and it is impossible to hide anywhere.

Being frequently attacked by grenades and bombs, although the man with the sickle quickly avoided the most dangerous central bombing zone every time, his hair was still blackened by the impact, and his entire body was in a state of embarrassment with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

"I don't believe... you can have so much ammunition on your body..." The man with the sickle gritted his teeth ~IndoMTL.com~ He raised the sickle that was no longer smooth again, angrily accelerated his pace, and his body speed exceeded the limit. At supersonic speed, the strong wind blew away the thick smoke in the area.

He rushed out of the explosion area in the passage. When he saw Kyle standing in front of him, the man with the sickle was filled with joy. He raised his hands with the sickle and was about to chop it off, but when he saw clearly the hand on Kyle's hand, When he used the weapon, his face suddenly changed color.

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

The sickle man speeded up to dodge, and his body turned into a black shadow and became blurred. It bounced up and down, left and right in the passage, and all the lasers that accurately predicted the movement missed its body.

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

"Try this." Kyle said expressionlessly, holding a gun with one hand and shooting continuously, forcing the opponent not to move forward.

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