American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 158 Misunderstanding

"boom!"

Hot grenade fragments sprayed everywhere, shattering the once-flat road and sending cement flying in all directions.

The thick smell of gunpowder permeated the land, and the pungent odor of gunpowder was overwhelming.

Acrid gray smoke billowed through the air, and from within it, Holly shouted in a low voice, "Deathstroke, that thing is behind us!"

"Whoosh~"

With the man's roar, a blurry shadow swept past the two men, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"I heard you." Deathstroke, holding two guns, pulled the trigger without even turning around.

Flames spewed from the muzzle, the barrel roared and hissed, and the bullets poured out like streaks of light, creating waves of air as they streaked through the air.

"Da da da~"

A series of bullets followed the afterimages and shot out, leaving bullet holes of varying depths on the road.

"No way!" Deathstroke yelled to his companion Holly as he fired his gun to scare the terrifying monster away from the two of them. "That thing is too fast. Bullets can't catch it."

The man narrowed his only eye, and images he had seen before flashed through his mind.

Ever since the giant wolf pounced, those bright, intelligent wolf eyes have been deeply imprinted in Deathstroke's mind.

Deathstroke speculated that the ridiculously large creature likely possessed considerable intelligence, and its purpose in dealing with them might simply be to exhaust their strength.

Although Deathstroke possesses exceptional physical strength and fighting skills, this does not mean that his stamina is limitless.

"Holly, withdraw from the battlefield." A resolute glint flashed in Deathstroke's eyes. He dropped the gun in his hand and instead drew two blades from behind him.

"I see."

Without hesitation, Dongqing rolled on the ground with both hands and escaped into the jungle in the opposite direction from the mine.

"You beast, come out and face me."

After Holly left, Deathstroke was completely unrestrained, his twin swords crossed in front of him.

"Roar~"

A low, hoarse cry came from the surrounding smoke.

Deathstroke turned his head, but the creature was too fast for him to even pinpoint its location.

"No, I need to change my approach." The thought flashed through Deathstroke's mind, and he simply closed his other eye, giving up sight in order to enhance his hearing.

He heard a huge creature running around him, and he heard the sizzling sound of claws stepping on the road.

Time ticked by, and Deathstroke remained motionless like a seasoned hunter, his single eye tightly shut, seemingly waiting.

Until, the monster that was running suddenly burst into a burst of speed.

"Whoosh!"

It was like a violent hurricane rushing towards us, and the surging waves crashing against the rocks.

A slightly fishy smell wafted over, and at the same instant, Deathstroke suddenly opened his eyes, a fierce glint flashing in his remaining single eye.

Above the broad wolf claws were sharp claws that gleamed with a cold light.

The claws landed precisely on the legs of the bell; if struck by them, one would be either killed or maimed.

The severed thigh will continue to bleed, and excessive blood loss can lead to fainting and coma.

At the critical moment, amidst lightning and thunder, the death knell tolled!

"Whoosh!"

With a slight bend in both legs, he exerted force and leaped into the air.

Deathstroke leaped over, using his waist and abdomen to dodge the wolf's claws that were swinging down. The samurai blades he held in his hands transformed into sharp boning knives, which he then plunged into the wolf's claws from above!

"Pfft!"

The razor blade, forged from mithril steel, sliced ​​through the wolf's skin and pierced its flesh until the tip collided with the wolf's bone in its claws and became embedded, impossible to remove.

"Roar!" The intense pain caused the giant wolf to howl to the sky, and blood gushed from its wounds onto the road.

The giant wolf, in pain, leaped and tumbled repeatedly, trying to shake the human off its paws, while tearing at Deathstroke with its jaws.

But the battle-hardened mercenary knew how to deal with this beast. While constantly dodging and weaving to avoid its sharp teeth, he also didn't forget to swing another blade in his hand and stab it into the giant wolf's body.

Thrust in, pull out the knife, then thrust in again.

As the death knell continued its repetitive motion, the wounds on the giant wolf's fur body increased with each swing of the blade.

Fresh blood slid down the wound, staining the fur red and dripping onto the ground.

Under Deathstroke's bloodletting "operation," the giant wolf, which had been struggling wildly, became increasingly sluggish.

The pools of blood that pooled on the ground, forming streams, proved that the blood lost by this behemoth had accumulated to a terrifying degree.

He was swaying precariously, his limbs weak.

With another blade being pulled from the giant wolf's wound, the white wolf could no longer withstand the severity of its injuries and collapsed with a thud.

"Splash!"

Deathstroke kicked the giant beast's forelimb, then landed gracefully, his eyes beneath the mask filled with icy coldness.

"It's over."

Deathstroke waved behind him, and soon, accompanied by the roar of an off-road vehicle, Holly drove it to a stop on the side of the road.

Jumping out of the car, Dongqing rubbed his sweat-drenched long hair and looked at the giant wolf lying by the roadside with lingering fear: "God, I almost thought you would be seriously injured by it and go berserk."

Indeed, just as Clark fears Kryptonite, Deathstroke's weakness is equally obvious: when the injuries he suffers exceed the limits of his healing factor, the man will lose his mind and become a bloodthirsty and savage beast.

In layman's terms, it's like the sanity value is dropping drastically.

"There are naturally specific ways to deal with creatures much larger than yourself." Deathstroke tapped his temple: "Master the techniques, analyze the methods, and stay rational, then the so-called difficulties will cease to exist."

Holly nodded in agreement, glanced at the giant wolf by the roadside, and said, "What's next? Take this monster away and hand it in?"

Deathstroke didn't speak, but simply stared at the giant wolf, weak and collapsed by the roadside.

Its body trembled, and its claws quivered.

Like a deflated balloon, or as if compressed into a vacuum by compressed air, its limbs and claws contracted, and its body and wolf-like face twisted and changed.

As Holly gasped in shock, the previously ferocious and terrifying wolf gradually transformed into a naked young woman.

"It's a woman?" Dongqing's eyes widened, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"That's right, this monster was transformed from a human."

Compared to Holly's surprise, Deathstroke seemed quite calm.

As a well-traveled mercenary, Deathstroke had been around for many years and was not too surprised by the idea of ​​a human who could transform into a giant wolf.

"Put her in clothes and load her into the car, then we can call it a day."

As Deathstroke sheathed his sword and was about to leave, a figure suddenly rushed out of the forest.

Panting heavily, Clark struggled to breathe, suppressing his exhaustion and thirst. The boy's gaze swept over the messy road and the cold-faced Deathstroke and Holly.

Until Clark's gaze fell on Kayla, who was naked and covered in blood.

"boom!"

Clark felt his brain explode with a "boom," and a bunch of age-restricted plots quickly flashed through his mind.

The young man clenched his fists in anger, staring intently at Deathstroke's orange-black mask, his voice low and menacing: "What did you do to her?!"

(End of this chapter)