The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1357

"Yahoo!"

Raphael blew on his fist, which he had just used to punch Zul'Aa, like a Western gunslinger, and exclaimed in admiration as he watched the slightly swaying red energy.

"This thing is really powerful. With this, I can easily deal with any kind of enemy."

This statement is more like Raphael complaining, but upon closer examination, it's not entirely wrong. At first, they were only dealing with thugs, robots, ninjas, and the like.

These enemies can be dealt with by their diligently honed skills, plus a little bit of intelligence.

But who would have thought that later on, all sorts of mutated monsters, magical creatures, and aliens would appear, making each battle more difficult than the last, and several times we almost died.

It wasn't until they first defeated Shredder that they finally acquired a Tengu sword (Tengu sword) capable of fighting magic, but there was only one such weapon in total.

Furthermore, using the Tengu Sword is not so simple. To put it bluntly, it is a sword-shaped energy emitter, and it is the kind without any protection.

Once the sword is drawn from its sheath, the Tenggu Sword becomes like a giant branding iron; if you don't wear protective gear, just getting your hand burned would be considered a minor injury.

Even with such a weapon, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles had no choice. After all, it was their only means of dealing with magic, and they had to treat it like a treasure, even if it meant losing a lot of their own lives.

However, this situation changed after Yang Le told them how to forge the Soul Sword. The four divine turtles were all geniuses and it didn't take them long to condense their own soul weapons.

However, among the four turtles, only Leonardo's sword can be called the Soul Sword; the weapons of the other three turtles are completely unrelated to swords.

Take Raphael for example; his weapon is actually two bandages, which are currently wrapped around his forearms, making them look like a pair of flame arm guards.

This weapon can be both hard and soft, just like Raphael himself. It can only be said that the soul weapon is a true reflection of one's inner self.

“Don’t let your guard down, Raphael,” Leonard warned. “Just like Cassandra said, this guy’s armor is tough. I just tried to cut right through his spike, but I couldn’t.”

After obtaining their soul weapons, the four turtles, who were essentially still American teenagers, naturally couldn't resist using them and had already thoroughly explored the limits of their weapons.

The basics of cutting hair in two and slicing iron like mud go without saying; after all, Leonardo had never encountered anything he couldn't cut in his own universe.

After obtaining the soul weapons, they actually went through a lot of adventures. It can be said that opponents who were difficult to deal with in the past could be easily dealt with after having these divine weapons.

If it weren't for Mr. Splinter forbidding them from misusing these weapons, the Turtles might have already framed their original weapons in their rooms as souvenirs.

Incidentally, Splinter also cultivated a soul weapon, but they didn't know the extent of his cultivation, nor did they know what their teacher's weapon actually was.

"The guys are reacting with high energy; the next attack is coming!"

Just as Leonardo and Raphael were talking, Donatello, who had been standing at the back, spoke up. He had put on a special pair of goggles at some point and was observing the cave entrance where Zul'en had disappeared.

Upon hearing Donatello's warning, Leonardo and Donatello quickly dodged to the left and right, and sure enough, a blazing beam of light pierced through the smoke and passed between them.

However, while the two of them dodged, the unfortunate ones were Donatello and Cassandra behind them, but neither of them panicked at all. Donatello simply made a fist with both hands, and soon a staff shimmering with purple light appeared in his hands, which he then spun around and threw.

The flying stick did not fall to the ground due to gravity; instead, it floated in the air and began to spin continuously, spinning so fast that it became a purple barrier.

Donatello and his companion were hiding behind the purple barrier, and the beams of light hitting the barrier exploded like fireworks.

Once the beam of light had dissipated, Donatello reached out and recalled his weapon, and everyone was finally able to see the true form of his soul weapon.

It was a cyberpunk-style stick, covered in purple and pink neon lights, with a tuft of wires hanging from the end. It didn't look like a weapon for killing enemies; it looked more like a light tube hanging in a nightclub.

“No matter how many times I see it, I will still say the same thing.” Michelangelo had somehow gotten close to him. “You really are a repressed pervert, Dona.”

“I’ve changed my mind, Mickey.” Donatello’s face darkened. “I absolutely will not make you a robot.”

"Oh God, have mercy, buddy." Michelangelo clasped his hands together, demonstrating his ability to be flexible and adaptable.

"You definitely want a robot too, right? Imagine we could put arcade games in it and play real-life fighting games together."

"Okay, Mickey."

Leonardo interrupted their conversation, saying, "If you perform well in this fight, I'll help you persuade Donna as well."

"Oh! It's a deal with Leonardo."

Michelangelo's eyes lit up. Just then, Zul'A also flew back from the hole. Seeing this, Zul'A thought that he needed to accumulate battle merits and could not let others beat him to it, so he hurriedly took out his soul weapon.

It was a weapon that looked like a meteor hammer, with a short stick at one end and an oval object at the other, connected by an orange chain in the middle.

"Eat my move!"

Michelangelo blew the hammer off, gripped the chain, and began to swing it continuously. Once he reached a certain speed, he immediately flung it out.

After being thrown out, the hammerhead immediately changed, splitting in the middle to form two constantly rotating semicircles on the left and right, with evenly distributed spikes on them, and a bearing and connecting chain in the middle.

At this moment, it looks more like a large yo-yo.

The yo-yo flew straight towards Zul'an, who naturally couldn't be hit by Zheng Yang's simple attack and dodged the attack head-on by spinning around.

"Hehe! A surprise attack!"

Michelangelo tugged at the chain, and the yo-yo, which Zul'A had dodged, drew a strange arc in the air and flew back towards him once more.

Fortunately, Zul'A had a 360-degree field of vision, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to dodge this strange attack. But even so, he still narrowly missed the yo-yo.

(End of this chapter)