Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

"Haha," Zhao Chen couldn't help but laugh when he saw a group of mentally ill guys falling down, some even tearing each other apart.

"Hahahahaha." Zhao Chen imagined his flawless self in this pathetic state, and the ridiculous things happening in front of him. He could no longer bear it, and he clutched his stomach, bent over, and laughed heartily.

"Get out of the way, all of you, move aside."

Zhao Chen suppressed a laugh and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

He saw an army, an army in yellow combat uniforms, that looked like sandmen molded from water.

"Hey you, the handsome and rich guy in the white shirt, move aside."

"Hahahaha, you lowly mud people." Zhao Chen raised his left hand, pointed at the group of "sand people," and burst into laughter again.

"How dare you! What did you say? Are you tired of living?" the leader of the clay figures roared, striding forward.

"Please calm down, Vice General," said several obsequious men who knelt down beside him.

Zhao Chen raised his head.

puff.....

"Haha, you, you're not, you're not... cough cough cough... you ugly monster." Zhao Chen was laughing so hard he could barely speak. His stomach started to hurt, his throat felt blocked and itchy, and he coughed a few times.

"Aren't you that crazy guy who was drinking in the corner and making a complete fool of himself in the Hero Bar in the Lower World?"

"But I still have to thank you for letting me off the hook. Now get out of here, and we're even this time," the crocodile said.

"Hahahaha, okay, I'll step aside now." Zhao Chen barely suppressed a wave of laughter, reached his left hand behind him, touched his abdomen with his right hand, bent over, looked down, and struck a pose like a royal gentleman from Country Y bowing.

Then he walked to the side of the street.

Holding Azzinoth, the giant crocodile swung its massive body forward without glancing at Zhao Chen again.

He looks incredibly stupid.

puff.

"Stop right there, you idiot."

"Kid, are you trying to cause trouble? Hmm?"

Have you seen Riven?

"Whether you see her or not is none of your business. Do you even know her? That bitch, I'll deal with her sooner or later."

"I would grab her thin neck, pin her to the ground and ravage her, then tear her clothes to shreds, including those S-patterned stockings, and then..."

I'll count to three.

"So what if I said it?"

"three"

"Are you really going to fight me?"

"two"

(chdb)

"Do you really want me to kill you?"

"One"

Suddenly, a small black hole appeared in the sky.

Countless weapons of the "sandmen" flew out of their hands and were sucked into the black hole, but just before they reached the black hole, they stopped floating motionless in the air.

The sand people were stunned by this powerful force and stood there dumbfounded.

Only the foolish crocodile stood there, its head slightly raised, its eyes looking down at Zhao Chen.

“Riven, I will find you. I will clear away all obstacles. Even death cannot separate us. What do these things matter? If you truly leave me forever, then I swear I will destroy this entire world. All worlds will be buried with you. I will never take my own life.”

This makes me angry.

It makes me furious.

Zhao Chen furrowed his brows, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he glared fiercely at the "sandman" army.

Anger engulfed Zhao Chen in flames, and the ground beneath his feet began to melt.

The flames gradually began to melt, seemingly igniting the air around the container.

It ignited hundreds of various iron weapons in mid-air.

The temperature is getting higher and higher.

With the intense heat, these iron weapons began to melt, turning into a pool of iron and blood.

Driven by Zhao Chen's power, the molten iron surrounding Zhao Chen's body gradually transformed into a cold, black suit of armor and a black helmet.

The helmet completely covered Zhao Chen's head.

Zhao Chen extended two of his fingers, which, now on fire, melted the helmet, tearing three holes in the eyes, nose, and mouth.

Zhao Chen lowered his head, his fierce eyes staring intently at the sandman army, including the giant crocodile.

The molten iron transformed into two sharp, black greatswords, their blades covered with barbs.

Zhao Chen picked up the two iron swords with his left and right hands respectively, placing the sword in his right hand on his shoulder.

The sword in his left hand hangs down, its tip pointing towards the ground.

"Wow, so handsome!" a sandman suddenly exclaimed.

"Seriously, this handsome guy looks absolutely stunning in this suit of armor."

"Shut up. Nobody come up to help. Watch how I deal with this show-offy brat," the crocodile said.

Although Zhao Chen is tall for a human, he is indeed just a small guy in front of a giant crocodile.

In the blink of an eye, a giant hand with immense strength spread its little finger, ring finger, and thumb, gripped the crocodile's throat, and lifted him high into the air, while the remaining fingers continued to hold the iron sword.

Then, Zhao Chen slammed the crocodile heavily onto the ground, leaving a large crater.

Zhao Chen held the iron sword in his other hand and pointed it down at the crocodile's throat.

"You filthy, disgusting idiot, say that again and see what happens? I'll obliterate you!"

Chapter 1050 The Desert Butcher's Divine Weapon

Zhao Chen entered a state of rage. He wanted to stab the crocodile so many times that it was riddled with holes, but he hesitated to do so. After all, Zhao Chen was kind-hearted, and he was still unwilling to kill the crocodile.

Because the giant crocodile is not like Thanos from back then; it does not possess that kind of destructive power.

"None of you should make any rash moves," the crocodile told the sand people.

He then spread his arms out, making a gesture of surrender.

"Why don't you put the sword away? Is this how it is?"

"I guarantee nothing happened, and I promise not to pursue this matter."

"Okay, give me some time, and I'll definitely find Riven for you and bring her back to you safe and sound, okay?"

"But on the condition that you can't kill me."

"Waaah!" The crocodile started crying as it spoke, whether from fear or some other reason was unknown.

"Alright, I'll give you three days to find Riven for me, or I'll skin you alive and stew you." Zhao Chen slowly sheathed his iron sword and turned to leave.

But the moment Zhao Chen turned around, the giant crocodile sprang to its feet in a somersault.

He held the Blade of Azzinoth to his chest and quickly shifted his weight forward.

Just as it was about to fall forward, it began a death spin.

The crocodile unleashed a "Charge" attack, spinning at incredible speed while the tip of the Warblade of Azzinoth extended forward from under his jaw.

At the same time, without warning, very fast, so fast that only a blur could be seen, he turned and charged towards Zhao Chen, attempting to pierce through Zhao Chen like a high-speed spinning large-caliber bullet, creating a hole in Zhao Chen's chest.

"You didn't expect that, did you? You're finished. I won't allow anyone in this world to be more handsome than me. Prepare to die!" the crocodile muttered to itself during its charge.

But the crocodile was really too stupid.

This is the power to crush everything. Even though Zhao Chen's strength began to decline, and although he had eaten so many buns, his physical strength had not yet fully recovered.

The crocodile's swift attack seemed like a slow-motion replay to Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen drew an iron sword and placed it against his chest to block, but he still did not intend to kill.

The moment the Warblade of Azzinoth struck the iron sword, the force of the impact was no less than that of a rampaging heavy train; such force was simply unstoppable.

"Completely weak." Zhao Chen mocked the crocodile with a contemptuous smile, completely at ease.

Using the momentum of raising his hand, Zhao Chen prevented the crocodile from moving forward even an inch, and at the same time pushed it back several meters.

"Come on, try to trick me, try to ambush this beautiful but weak scholar. Is that alright? That's not good."

At this moment, the crocodile was covered in sweat.

"Naive," Zhao Chen said, then turned around and slowly walked away.

"This isn't over yet." Enraged, the giant crocodile once again raised the Blade of Azzinoth, preparing for a desperate last stand.

The crocodile's forehead was sweating profusely, and his eyes were filled with astonishment.