The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 32 Locke: "You fell down before I even tried to do anything"

Scars are a man’s medal of honor.

but……

If there are too many scars, it will not look good and it will be difficult to explain.

and so!
Warm up completed.

Locke just glanced at the wound on his chest, moved his arms and legs again, and looked up at Deacon: "The battle of the extraordinary is indeed different from that of ordinary people. I have learned a lesson."

When Dicken heard this, a hideous smile appeared on his twisted face.

"Begging for mercy?"

"Do not."

Locke stretched his neck and smiled brightly at Dicken: "You can go die now."

Just now, when Deacon was fighting with Blade, he was outside and had already learned Deacon's fighting skills by watching remotely.

But that was just learning, not practice.

However, he has just put it into practice, and he dare not boast, but at least he has mastered 80% of the extraordinary combat skills.

As for the remaining 20%, it is just a matter of patience.

And with his current extraordinary combat power, he has already positioned himself in the battle with Deacon just now.

In a word.

He is stronger than Dicken, the A-level vampire who has lived for a hundred years.

Yes.

Even though Deacon had been suppressing him just now, he felt that if he did not hone his extraordinary fighting skills and instead attacked with all his strength, Deacon would indeed not be able to beat him.

After all, he has a cheat.

What Deacon said was right. Among vampires of the same level, the longer they live, the more powerful they are.

Because a vampire's strength comes from blood.

The more blood you suck, the stronger you become.

It's a pity that Locke is cheating.

He doesn't need to rely on the First Embrace of higher-level vampires to upgrade like other low-level vampires.

All Locke needs is extraordinary points.

As long as he has enough extraordinary points, he can upgrade indefinitely.

and……

After the upgrade, he immediately stood at the peak of that level.

This is what he discovered when he was fighting with Deacon just now.

Simply put.

It is true that Deacon has lived for nearly a hundred years, but what does that mean? He has not yet reached the combat power ceiling of an A-class vampire.

But after Locke was upgraded, he immediately reached the ceiling of A-level vampire combat power.

and so!
What he wanted, he had just obtained in the battle with Dicken, so Dicken was useless and could die.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Deacon had a weird expression on his face and was laughing strangely, but was interrupted by Locke.

"Stop laughing, save your time and leave, cross the Styx."

"wrong."

"You will be torn to pieces and won't be able to go to hell."

"..."

Dicken stopped laughing, his twisted face was covered with frost, and he looked at Locke expressionlessly.

next second.

Dicken strikes.

Locke raised his right hand without blinking.

"Oh!"

"what?"

Deacon thrust his fist directly into Locke's right palm, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Locke who was standing motionless in front of him.

Locke raised the corner of his mouth, grabbed Deacon's fist with his right hand and clenched it suddenly.

click!
Boom!
The fist that Locke was holding shattered in an instant.

"what!"

Deacon felt a burning pain in his heart, let out a scream, and subconsciously swung his right leg towards Locke.

Locke hits out with an instant right kick.

boom!
Dicken's right foot bone shattered.

next second.

Locke moved slightly, and at the moment he loosened his right hand, he used his right leg to forcefully slam into Deacon, who seemed to be kneeling in front of him. Deacon flew backwards instantly, and with a bang, he was hit directly against the hangar wall, just like Locke just now, leaving a human-shaped dent that was almost pierceable.

Boom!

Dicken fell to the ground again and struggled to get up from the ground like a dead dog.

"Da da da."

Locke stepped on the hangar floor with his leather shoes, one hand in his pocket, and walked slowly towards Deacon with an expressionless face.

Just as he just said.

He is better than Dickon.

"Ah!" Dicken, who had curled up into a ball, roared and struggled to get up from the ground. He then looked at Locke who was walking towards him. His scarlet eyes were now covered with fear. "This is impossible."

Locke smiled as he looked at Deacon, who had just been kicked so hard that half of his face was sunken: "What's impossible?"

He could already hear the Sentinel SWAT alarm bells.

But there is still some distance.

Deacon stumbled and leaned his back against the wall, looking at Locke with horror. His voice was as hoarse as a crow, filled with three parts of shock, three parts of disbelief, three parts of fear and one part of difficulty in accepting.

"That's impossible. You've only been transformed for a short time."

"This is impossible."

"Hehehe, this is simply impossible!"

The corners of Dickon's sunken mouth were split in a strange smile.

obviously.

He found it hard to accept the fact that he, a vampire who had lived for nearly a hundred years, was completely powerless against a vampire who was not even a year old.

Unfortunately, he didn't think about what he was doing while he was complaining about the thirteen pure-blooded vampires who had been corrupted by the drunken and riddle-ridden modern life.

Is he improving his strength?
No.

He spent all his time planning for the thirteen pure-blooded vampires and how to use tricks to allow himself to cross levels.

In fact, Deacon is not as good as the thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders.

Even though those thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders wasted their time, they did enjoy fine wine, beautiful women and various delicacies.

Where's Dickon?
He spent all his time in calculations and intrigues.

"Tsk."

"Is this crazy?"

Locke calmly looked at Deacon, who was leaning against the wall and screaming strangely, and his eyes flickered.

at this time.

"Go to hell!"

"Die to me."

Deacon screamed as he looked at the flash of expression in Locke's eyes. He roared and shouted, opened his mouth, and let out a sharp sound, which was about to whistle towards Locke who was so close to him.

but……

"puff!"

"Boom."

"..."

Dicken kept his mouth open, listening to the sound of something falling to the ground, and looked in the direction of the sound.

into the eye.

Locke held a silver sword and looked at him with a smile.

And on the ground, lying quietly was an arm with its palm crushed.

"This is……"

"mine?"

Deacon thought to himself, and then his eyes fell to the right, where the shoulder where his right arm had been lost was bleeding.

But he didn't feel any pain from the wound.