American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

So this is the other party's true ability?

Wilson was puzzled but greatly shocked.

Pei Yuan watched the other person retreat and felt relieved. He had originally wondered if the other person was some kind of Hulk.

But as it stands, this guy doesn't seem to have the same ability as the Hulk to become more powerful the angrier he gets.

Then this guy is much worse.

At most, she's just another Queen Maeve with significantly stronger defense and greater power.

The Purple Giant, right?

Pei Yuan stared at the figure with explosive muscles, a burning gaze sweeping over him. And that wasn't all.

His fist tightened, his calf pushed off the ground, the immense force leaving cracks, his muscles stretched to their limit, and then an explosion.

In an instant, only a fleeting image remained on the spot.

In a flash, the purple giant was right in front of me.

Punch!

boom!

A deafening sound rang out.

The purple giant's figure shot backward, tearing up several patches of ground before crashing heavily into a large, damaged tree.

"Shit, damn it."

Wilson wasn't seriously injured, but he was still embarrassed.

His face was grim, and he charged at the other person again.

"Well done!"

Not to be outdone, Pei Yuan met him with a cold laugh.

The distance between the two closed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye they were face to face, when two air explosions rang out simultaneously.

This is a contest of pure strength, filled with primal, untamed violence.

The two exchanged blows, and the ground, unable to withstand the immense force, sent billowing dust flying, instantly engulfing the scene.

There was silence for a moment.

Soon after, another deafening explosion rang out, the violent sound swirling in the air.

A beam of heat swept fiercely across the square.

Then came another, even hotter ray of heat, slicing upwards at an angle, leaving Wilson's chest scarred and charred.

The cars parked on either side of him weren't so lucky.

The scorching heat rays swept across, and the cars were sliced ​​in half without any resistance, just like soft cakes, with molten steel splashing everywhere!

The earth trembled continuously, and flocks of birds fled from the trees, but a few unlucky ones still couldn't escape.

Countless cars and trees were affected, turning into a violently boiling sea of ​​fire.

And the source of all this is still attacking.

It was rare to encounter someone with decent defensive capabilities, so Pei Yuan had a very enjoyable fight.

Wilson covered the charred burn marks on his body. Although they hadn't been directly severed by the heat rays, his body was covered with them, like marks left by a whip, causing him excruciating pain.

Pei Yuan, charging in from afar, gave him no chance to rest.

Damn!

Didn't I say I was comparable to Queen Maeve? Didn't I say her body could only withstand cannonballs at most?

Doesn't this guy have any limits?!

Before he could think, a fist loomed large in his vision, and heat rays dug furrows across his body like a plow.

boom!

Wilson's body was blasted more than ten meters away.

A tremendous force surged through his arm, blasting him backward. His left arm dangled in the air, likely now useless.

Anger and humiliation welled up inside me.

But the next moment, his feeling intensified.

"Have you not eaten?"

"Where's your strength?"

"Did you come out to drink your milk?"

"That's it?"

"Who are you looking down on?"

……

Pei Yuan grinned and mocked his opponent, trying to provoke him to fight harder.

I originally thought it would be a replica of the Hulk, but it turned out to be just a rough, low-budget version.

Aside from the first few punches, I can't even break his defense, inflict damage, or activate his passive evolution power. What kind of little giant is this?

It really wasted his time.

Pei Yuan's verbal attacks finally had the desired effect, and Wilson, who had been considering giving up and asking Dr. Carlton to give him a few more injections, was finally silenced.

She stopped in her tracks and glared at Pei Yuan through gritted teeth.

His vision was completely red.

All he could see was Pei Yuan's figure, as if he was constantly mocking him and eroding his last remaining sanity.

beat!

He's going to beat that kid to death!

Beat them to death!

Wilson reattached his dislocated joint himself, enduring the pain. He had bleeding wounds on his body, so he grabbed a handful of ash from the ground, scraped it off, and smoothed it out.

If you can't throw a punch with your right hand, use your left hand. If you don't have a hand, use your body or your head!

Even if it kills me, I'll kill him!

The punches swept through the air, causing the surrounding trees to sway wildly. The two men looked at each other, both able to see a strong fighting spirit in their eyes.

However, it was all Wilson's delusion.

Pei Yuan has absolutely no will to fight now; he only has a simple expectation that his opponent will inflict some real damage on him.

Under such misunderstanding, Wilson fought even harder, as if determined to fight to the death.

Pei Yuan, however, grew increasingly disappointed. He had enough anger for his opponent, but not enough combat power.

It really is a budget version of the Little Giants.

"Your usefulness ends here!"

Taking advantage of a moment of opening, Pei Yuan grabbed the other person's head.

The crimson light in his eyes shot out, penetrating the vulnerable portal of the other person's eyeballs and tenderly reaching into the depths of their mind.

Chapter 44 [The dark uniform still lacks a true master!]

The Water Group Building.

87th floor, President's Office.

The voice on the phone ended, and the noisy sound turned into a busy tone.

Edgar's face darkened, and a hint of anger welled up from the bottom of his heart, ever since Homelander discovered Beja and his son a few days ago.

It was Ms. Madeline, who claimed to have been attacked by terrorists and killed her presidential candidate with a bomb.

Then he started recommending Ashley, the former president's assistant, in order to take over all the superhero stuff for the Vought Corporation.

But the poorly made surveillance video and the altered autopsy report could not possibly escape Edgar's notice.

It seems this countryman needs to be given a talking-to.

Edgar sat by the window, looking down at the city with a gleam in his eyes.

"Dong dong dong..."

A silent knock came from outside, breaking Edgar's chaotic thoughts and calming his mind, gradually restoring his heartbeat to its usual rhythm.

As a businessman who routinely interacts with politicians and members of parliament to do business, remaining calm is an essential skill for any competent businessman.

This is what his skin tells him.

In this country rife with racial discrimination, his skin color prevents him from freely venting his anger like those white people.

"Please come in."