Marvel’s Superman

"Are you the superman from the Allies?"

The German soldier who was transformed by the Holy General squinted at the tall man who walked out of the bunker with a slightly contemptuous tone.

He thought that the legendary hero who was vigorously promoted by the Allies, who conquered Italy and captured the city of Rome, should at least be a Hercules like Hercules.

——Two meters tall, with knotted muscles, like a descendant of a titan, at a glance, it looks particularly intimidating.

But the Allied Superman who appeared in front of him was at most taller and stronger than ordinary people, and there was no exaggeration in the slightest.

When it comes to stature, Luke, who is 6.2 feet (191cm) tall, is nothing in front of the burly German soldiers who look like little giants.

Muscles are even worse—Allied Superman's strong and powerful body looks a little "thin" in the face of a big man who looks like he has taken steroids.

From the appearance alone, this ferocious German soldier is sturdy, like an ancient unparalleled general with a height of eight feet and a waist of eight feet.

Pieces of rock-like hard muscle, almost torn through the military uniform.

Quite a bit of the sturdy temperament of a devil muscle man!

"You look like a boy scout."

The German soldier glanced at the young brigadier general and sneered: "Something like you, if thrown into the British barracks, should be very popular and well developed..."

The humiliating sarcasm did not make Luke angry. He turned his head to look at Stephanie and asked, "You said he was a 'Tank Class', you mean there is a more powerful Aryan Superman?"

"Yes. The three who crushed the Soviet army were the Aryan Supermen of the 'Battleship' class. They were even more terrifying!"

Stephanie nodded.

There was a hint of worry in her eyes.

Muscle is strength, physique is everything!

This is a fact recognized by many!

Therefore, even Luke showed a strong breath not inferior to the German Superman.

But Stephanie was still skeptical, she had seen in Berlin how powerful those "battleship-class" supermen were.

Tanks, bombers, thousands of soldiers...

Neither is an opponent!

Luke, who is an Allied Superman, doesn't know if he can do it.

With this in mind, Stephanie clenched the Springfield rifle, ready to support the young brigadier general when things went wrong.

"Introduce myself, my name is Julian. If you screw your head off and take it back to Berlin, the Führer will definitely award me a lot, and maybe even get an honor like Siegfried."

The burly German soldier said with a smile.

Luke didn't answer, so there was no need to waste time for the miscellaneous soldiers.

Generally speaking, lines are reserved for important characters.

He stepped heavily, and Stephanie, who was hiding behind the bunker, only felt the ground tremble suddenly.

The cracks in the spider web extended to the surroundings, and the tall and straight figure ripped apart the air, creating a strong airflow.

It was almost a breath of time before approaching the German Superman.

The right hand clenched a fist and slammed it down with full force without any fancy!

Luke at this time, compared to before, has been greatly improved in both strength and speed.

This feeling of improving every day and every night, and getting stronger every moment, once made him addicted.

The pleasure it brings is even more than the bed sports that humans are keen on.

"So fast……"

The developed optic nerve allowed Julian to barely capture Luke's movement trajectory.

Feeling the heavy force coming towards his face, he immediately put away his contempt.

The Allied super soldier doesn't look bad!

Julian shouted loudly, the strength in his body surged wildly, and his muscles twisted into a ball.

Cross your arms in front of your chest.

"Let me see your power first."

Such thoughts flashed through Julian's mind.

If he had seen it with his own eyes, the mutant "Steel Shell" who was punched to death by Luke's punches and punches would definitely not choose to do this.

In a battle with little difference in strength, giving up the initiative first is no different from suicide.

What's more, Luke's real combat power is far higher than Julian - just he doesn't know it!

Boom!

The fist hit Julian's arms, and nearly ten tons of terrifying force was poured into one point.

Almost without waiting for the German superman to react, his two arms snapped directly from the elbows!

The force can break the barrel of the tank, and the muscle fibers are like a thick arm tightening a steel wire, like being thrown into a blender, instantly shaken into a rotten flesh!

The severe pain reached Julian's brain, and before he could scream, Luke's eyes narrowed, his left hand stuck out, pressed down on the German Superman's thick shoulder, and pressed down.

With a burly physique, like a little giant, Julian, like a child with no resistance, couldn't stand the overwhelming force, his legs softened, and with a thud, his knees hit the ground heavily.

"I heard that the head of state in Berlin regards the Aryans as the most perfect race, and a super soldier like you is the 'Aryan superman' that the Third Reich thinks."

Luke lowered his head and looked down indifferently, "But now, it's nothing more than that."

"Great Führer..."

Julian's face was distorted, his arms showed white bones, and his flesh and blood were squirming hard, trying to recover from the injury.

He looked at Luke, his eyes blazing white.

"Long live the Third Reich!"

The frantic roar fell, and a rather astonishing energy fluctuation formed a powerful dazzling light group, which directly engulfed Luke.

Like a huge ball of lightning, the sizzling sound burned the air, and the scorched breath spread out.

A violent explosion sounded continuously.

The thick smoke that rose up covered the battlefield, making it difficult to see the specific situation.

"It's over!"

Stephanie held the Springfield rifle with a dignified expression.

She didn't think Luke could survive, knowing that Aryan Superman's most powerful attack method was to release energy light clusters.

Even sturdy and thick tanks can explode, not to mention the fragile flesh and blood of human beings.

"He's careless, he should be on guard against Julian's trick!"

Stephanie thought angrily.

Julian's movements were so fast that she didn't have time to remind Luke to be vigilant.

"The Allies...rescue failed."

Stephanie stared at the tall figure walking out of the billowing smoke, preparing for her final struggle.

She can't run far anyway, so instead of fleeing in a hurry, and then being caught up and killed by the enemy, it is better to fight to the death!

"Stephanie, you look nervous."

Immediately afterwards, a deep voice sounded, making Stephanie relax, who was tense all over.

She couldn't believe it, and asked subconsciously, "Why...you're not dead!"

The smoke from the explosion dissipated, and the figure that appeared was Luke!

He didn't know when he changed into a suit of steel armor, except for the right palm that was firmly pressed on Julian's face, there were black burn marks on the surface of the skin, and his body was almost unscathed.

"Of course I'm still alive, Stephanie."

Luke grinned.

He raised his hand to pick up Julian, who was exhausted and fell to the ground. After the German superman released the energy light group, he degenerated into an ordinary person like a power-depleted machine.

"On this level, is he worthy of being called Superman?"

Luke pouted, the energy light group released by the other party contained devastating power, and it was indeed difficult for ordinary people to resist.

Even himself, suffered a little injury.

According to his estimation, a burst of energy light is almost equivalent to the explosive force generated by an anti-tank missile.

However, with the self-healing ability of a superhuman template, in less than a minute, the scorched wound on the right palm was restored to its original state.

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