Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 11 I'm sorry for you! (Thanks for your support!)

Martin turned around and showed his back to Siwa.

As a true martial artist, Siva's goal is to defeat the enemy head-on. She is very proud and thinks she can handle any opponent, so she naturally disdains to do those little tricks.

But some of the black warriors around her raised their compound crossbows, ready to launch a fatal attack on Martin.

Shiva frowned, and instantly kicked out his long, slender and powerful legs, like a spring compressed to the extreme and rebounding from the bottom, bursting out with a force that ordinary people could hardly imagine, and directly kicked the warrior who tried to shoot the arrow away.

Hey!
The black boots fell heavily on the ground, as if stepping on the hearts of all the warriors.

"Ma'am, we came to Gotham this time to..."

A not-so-cold warrior tried to say something, but was interrupted by Shiva.

"Who are you and us? I belong only to myself, and no one can order me to do anything. If you are dissatisfied, you can go find your master and don't hang around in front of me."

None of the warriors left, all laid down their weapons

Martin didn't know what was happening outside the door, and he wouldn't care even if he knew.

He returned to his room, opened the closet, looked at the ordinary clothes hanging on the hangers, and muttered quietly:

"These clothes are too casual and can't withstand the damage of high-intensity combat. If I had known, I should have gone and grabbed a Batman combat suit yesterday."

He shook his head, changed into light clothes, walked out of the house, stuck the kicked door with a wooden stick, and turned to look at Shiva.

"Mrs. Shiva, where do you want this fight to take place, quietly or noisily?"

Martin moved his body.

"Right here!" Shiva stared at Martin.

Although this boy looked young and even immature, her intuition honed from years of fighting with the world's top martial artists told her that the boy opposite her was no ordinary person.

Martin looked at his watch and said calmly, "Well, let's make quick work of this. I have other things to do."

Martin's voice fell.

Shiva immediately exerted force with his legs and rushed out like a female leopard. In an instant, he covered a distance of several meters and came in front of Martin.

She threw her coat up, covering the sky like a dark cloud, blocking Martin's view.

boom!
The straight punch that Siva threw with the help of his coat was blocked, just like a car running at high speed being braked in an emergency.

Martin grabbed Siwa's fist with his left hand, grabbed her arm with his right hand and pulled it back, then kicked her in the stomach with his right leg.

Siva was pulled hard and lost his balance. He leaned towards Martin and grabbed the opponent's right leg, then used his weight to knock him to the ground.

Boom!
The two men fought so fast that the surrounding black-clad warriors only saw a flash of shadows before the two men fell to the ground.

Siva pressed Martin to the ground, pressed his legs against his leg pits to prevent him from exerting force with his lower body, and at the same time swung his fist and hit Martin's head hard.

Martin closed his hands to protect his head, feeling Siva's fists falling like raindrops, grimacing in pain.

"Is this Shiva really a woman? Why is her fighting style even crazier than that of a man?"

Martin secretly groaned in his heart, but did not rush to fight back.

The momentum is rising and falling. Even if Shiva is stronger than men, it is impossible for him to launch a fierce attack without limit.

The moment she slowed down her fist swinging, Martin wrapped his legs around Siva's waist, twisted it to the right, and was about to pin her under him.

Siva would not put herself in such a disadvantageous situation. She exerted her strength and stood up with Martin, who was entangled with her, and then spun on the spot and crashed into the car parked on the street. Martin had no choice but to loosen his legs, hold the front of the car and roll to the other side of the car, temporarily distanced himself from Siva.

"Both forearms are blue!"

He swung his bruised arms to ease the pain, keeping his eyes on Shiva in case she attacked again.

Shiva really didn't intend to give Martin a chance to breathe. He held the front of the car with one hand, turned around and kicked out his legs, like two iron whips with whistling air, hitting Martin.

Boom!
Martin raised his arms to protect his chest, blocking the two long legs kicked by Shiva, and took two steps back.

He endured the pain and steadied himself, opened his arms, grabbed Siva's legs, twisted his waist, and swung Siva against the car door.

The car window glass shattered instantly. Siva protected her head with her arms in time and her head was not injured, but her upper body was hit hard by the car door. The sound of bones creaking reached her ears, making it difficult for her to control her reaction for a while. She fell to the ground and cried out in pain.

The sight of Shiva lying on the ground and groaning can indeed make a man want to show sympathy.

But Martin had no mercy. He raised his right leg high and chopped it down towards Siwa's chest.

He didn't intend to kill anyone, otherwise the surrounding black warriors would rush over and kill him. But in order to get rid of this martial arts fanatic, Martin also wanted to make her lose her ability to move for a short period of time.

Seeing that Martin's foot was about to land on Siva's chest, the battle-hardened martial artist instinctively blocked the attack with both hands, then grabbed his calf, thrust hard, wrapped his legs around his waist, and twisted him to the ground.

“What a remarkable woman.”

Martin looked at Shiva with disheveled hair and eyes still burning with fighting spirit, and sighed that the other party was really powerful.

This is truly a woman who is willing to dedicate her life to the pursuit of the highest level of martial arts.

He was moved by this sincerity and decided to compete with Shiva to see who was more capable.

boom!
Martin kicked Siwa in the stomach, breaking her entanglement.

Shiva did not pester him again. The two of them quickly separated, got up and stood facing each other, carefully observing each other's every move.

But just when the two men were concentrating to the extreme, a gunshot broke the silence on the street.

Martin sensed the danger and tried to dodge, but a bullet still grazed his left cheek, leaving a bleeding wound.

"Mrs. Shiva, it looks like our competition today will have no results!"

Martin rolled on the ground and hid behind the flower bed. He caught a glimpse of a burly man in black armor holding two guns.

His long-awaited competition was interrupted by a gun. Siwa was furious and stood directly in front of Martin.

"Martin, I am sorry for you this time. Please go away. I will find another time to apologize to you!"

"Teacher Shiva, don't be stupid"

The burly man in black armor tried to persuade him, but Shiva swung his long legs and kicked him in the head.

"You are not qualified to say this to me. Find your master."

Shiva beat the burly man in black armor with his bare hands. Even if the other party had a gun in his hand, he had no chance to fight back.

Martin shook his head, and under the cover of Siwa, he jumped into a car and quickly left the street.

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