The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1368

The female bodyguard's sudden acceleration did not frighten Roy. The battlefield is ever-changing, and although he cannot consider everything, he can at least remain calm most of the time.

He had already prepared a powerful punch while running, and the female bodyguard's decision to close the distance at this moment was in line with his wishes.

Seizing the opportunity, Roy swung his fist at the wrist blade that was slashing towards him.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, the female bodyguard's wrist blade snapped off, and at the same time, she let out a suppressed cry of pain.

After all, the wrist blade that flew out was attached to the female bodyguard's arm, and her arm was also seriously injured when the wrist blade was broken.

Looking at her right hand hanging limply, you could tell that the female bodyguard's injury was at least a fracture, and at this moment, she only had one hand left to fight.

But before Roy could even rejoice for a few seconds, the female bodyguard's left hand transformed from a machine gun back into a palm, and then she used her transformed left hand to pull and push her severed right arm.

"Crack!"

Honestly, even Roy couldn't help but shudder. That sound would probably feel like it was crushing bones on an ordinary person.

The female bodyguard's expression also turned ferocious in an instant, but her actions just now were definitely not self-harm.

After she straightened up again, her severed right arm was able to grasp, clearly indicating that it had been reattached.

After the arm was reattached, the female bodyguard glanced fearfully at Roy's prosthetic arm, then wrapped her arms around herself and ripped her shirt off.

With a tearing sound, the female bodyguard ripped her top in half, revealing her completely mechanized upper body. Perhaps due to the aftereffects of facing Zul'en'a before, Roy inexplicably got goosebumps when he saw such a body.

"We can't waste any more time." Roy assumed a boxing stance. "Everyone, let's take her down first and then interrogate her about Luther's location."

"It should have been done a long time ago." Blackfire curled his lip in disdain and drew the sword from his waist.

This was a weapon she liked to use on Tamaran, and after seeing a similar one on Earth, she naturally started using the familiar old thing.

After all, although she has become similar to a regular Tamaran alien and has the ability to fly, she does not possess the ability to emit energy beams like Starfire.

After all, this ability was accidentally obtained by Xinghuo during those inhumane experiments. It was not an innate ability of the Tamaran people. Yang Le only helped her repair her own genes, so Blackfire naturally would not have obtained this mutated ability.

Xinghuo was initially worried that her sister would continue to resent her because of this, but Heihuo was unexpectedly easy to satisfy and didn't care about Xinghuo's mutated abilities at all after being cured.

In fact, Blackfire is somewhat allergic to the word "mutation." After all, the discrimination she suffered from growing up came from being different from others, so she keeps her distance from the abilities that Starfire gained through mutation.

Blackfire no longer wants to become abnormal.

Without Starfire's convenient energy emission ability, Blackfire has the martial arts skills she has learned since childhood, combined with the physical abilities of the Tamaran aliens and Kryptonians, making her a mini-superhuman.

Blackfire drew her sword, aiming at the female bodyguard's head, preparing to sever her head with a single strike. But before she could make her move, a sudden change occurred.

"boom!"

The sudden explosion interrupted everyone's actions, and a thick cloud of smoke instantly enveloped Luther's office. Fearing something might go wrong, Raphael, as he had done before, had to use a rotating bandage to blow away the smoke. Thanks to Raphael's efforts, the smoke was quickly dissipated, and what appeared before everyone was a scene no one had anticipated.

At this moment, the female bodyguard's feet had left the ground, not because she was flying, but because she was being hoisted up.

At this moment, the female bodyguard's abdomen was completely ripped open, and a metal spike emerged from it, which was what lifted her off the ground.

The owner of this sharp cone was none other than Zul'en'a, whom they had been longing to defeat.

"Damn it." Roy gritted his teeth. Less than ten minutes had passed since they teleported to Lex Tower, and Zul'an arrived so quickly.

“I never expected to run into an old friend here.” Zul’an’a casually tossed aside the female bodyguard who was almost unable to move.

He was incredibly strong, strong enough to break the female bodyguard's body, which was already only connected by a few tendons, in two. Such a cruel scene made people furious.

By this point, Roy was certain that Zul'an had become a madman far worse than most supervillains, treating a life so casually that he no longer deserved to be called human.

Even though he was furious, Roy didn't dare to make any rash moves. After all, he wasn't alone; he had many companions behind him.

They are still unsure of Zul'an's maximum strength. Acting rashly could very well result in total annihilation.

“My original target was only Lex Luthor, but I didn’t expect you all to come to me willingly.”

Zul'an nodded in satisfaction, like a diner standing in front of a buffet, feeling a happy dilemma about the maximum number of choices available to him.

“He seems to think he has us cornered,” Raphael clicked his tongue in annoyance. “He thinks we’re meat on a chopping board.”

In reality, without Cassandra's password, they would be no different from meat on a chopping board facing Zul'an, who possessed the pirated Mother Box.

“Actually, I’m trying to see if I can still feel the joy of eating in my current state,” Zul’an said, patting her chest.

"I can simulate sight, smell, hearing, and touch. The only sense I haven't tried yet is taste."

"I just heard that in the far east, they are very good at making delicious dishes with some strange and unusual ingredients. Guess what? Turtles are one of them."

Zul'A's aggressive gaze fell on the three divine turtles, making them shudder. No one could tell whether he was telling the truth or lying.

"boom!"

Before Raphael could retort, another loud bang interrupted everyone, this time the explosion came from the floor.

"Damn it!" Raphael cursed. "Am I some kind of range hood?"

He was about to disperse the smoke again when he realized he didn't have to lift a finger this time.

A dark shadow swept past them all, then crashed through the wall and flew out, the force of which, like flushing a toilet, carried away all the dust and smoke.

"Did I see that right?" Ban 23 asked, somewhat stunned. "Did something just push Zul'Age out?"

(End of this chapter)