Chapitre 142: Chapter 138 | Don't struggle; Since Ancient Times, Your Side Has Always Lost.
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"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Before Namor figured out the situation and vented his anger, a deep voice full of mockery sounded like thunder.
Boom!
The atmosphere shook with an ear-splitting bang!
Namor's pupils contracted, condensed into a needlepoint, capturing the instantaneous arrival of a tall figure.
One moment the other party is still standing on the deck; the next second, like a supersonic aircraft, a boom makes a sound of tearing the air.
Boom!
Poor Namor had just broken the surface of the water when he was smashed in the face with a powerful swinging punch.
He has never felt this way since he awakened his natural abilities and the Atlantean bloodline features in his body came to the surface.
Pain! Numb!
As if countless barrels of explosives burst open, a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth, thrown out in a beautiful arc.
Namor himself was like a cannonball, hitting the sea with a fantastic splash and making a big wave.
"You ..."
Angry, Namor forgot the pain and tried to spit out a few nasty words when the tall figure approached again.
The air surged!
Luke arrived in an instant, wearing a steel armor suit.
He saw his hands clenched into a fist, like a heavy hammer.
The hammer slammed down!
The sticky wave of air was so loud that it seemed to pierce the eardrums!
On the chaotic sea, a water column ruptured as high as 10 meters.
The beaten Namor was pushed down in a straight line, sinking into the deep sea and disappearing.
"Whew! I feel much better."
Luke, who was standing in mid-air, rubbed his fist with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't have any habit of starting a fight right after greeting.
No matter who the enemy is- beat them up before talking!
On the deck of the aircraft carrier, Captain Bullock's eyelids twitched.
Even he, who is known for his composure, can't help but show a shocked expression of 'is he still human?!'
Superman's reputation is well known, and everyone has heard of his many exploits.
For example, one man fights hundreds of Aryan demons alone in Paris, flies to Berlin, ends the war, and so on.
But--
Listening to people and seeing with his own eyes were two different things!
At least Captain Bullock was still shocked when he saw Luke, who shot out from the ship like a supersonic aircraft and knocked Namor into the sea with one punch.
"I finally understand why General Nimitz should give an Army Major General some respect."
The captain said with a bitter smile.
If the Navy Department is a giant aircraft carrier, then the Army Department is a Gundam with Luke's presence.
Brock did not doubt that he could dismantle an aircraft carrier with his bare hands.
"That's Superman? He's like a fighter plane!"
"Good heavens! The super-soldier! Do you think Captain America is that strong?"
"Should be! I often read his comics! He beat up Hitler so many times!"
"..."
Sailors and pilots watched the battlefield from a distance while discussing Superman and Captain America's combat power with great interest.
They are veterans who have experienced World War II and have seen the big show.
But this was the first time for them to see in person this kind of explosive scene where Superman was fighting.
"Namor -- that's the bastard's name, right? I think he's dead."
"Who can withstand a punch like that? Major General Cavill's punch could have pierced an aircraft carrier!"
"I'll bet you five bucks and a week of deck cleaning that guy's not dead! He hasn't even taken out his trident yet!"
"..."
A group of 'pop-corn eaters' was chatting when they noticed that the sky was getting dark.
Large dark clouds covered the clear sky, and the calm sea seemed to rage, rolling up the turbulent waves.
Boom!
A figure broke through the sea surface!
Namor is back.
"You damn land people! I'll kill you!"
With a swollen nose and a swollen face, Namor is holding Neptune's Trident, and a blue electric current, like a small snake, lingered around his right arm.
The muscles on his strong arms swelled, revealing terrible strength.
At this moment, he seems to be the ruler of the seas.
His anger affected the sea.
Dark clouds piled up, lightning and thunder surged, and the day was dark as night.
The carrier, which is quite deep in the water, was pushed by wave after a wave and began to sway.
"Can you spare me those boring monologues?"
Luke curled his lips and scorned Namor, who lacked words.
He watched as several massive tornadoes rose abruptly, pulling the water with terrifying force.
Like a doomsday scene, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the audience watched.
As the King of Atlantis, Namor did have the power to flood New York.
"This guy has home-advantage."
Luke is thinking, as an Atlantean, Namor is very different in the sea and on land.
After setting foot on land, he must be exposed to water from time to time to survive.
If not, the physical quality and ability will gradually decline and degenerate into an ordinary person.
If dehydration lasts longer than seven days, it may kill him.
But the problem is that Namor couldn't stay in Atlantis forever.
Because he is a hybrid with normal human and Atlantean genes.
Double the physical characteristics, double the fun.
Therefore, staying in the water or anywhere on land for too long may cause an imbalance of oxygen supply and demand in Namor, resulting in emotional mania and extreme rage.
This is why he often goes looking for trouble and fights with superheroes and makes enemies, which is why he is known as the 'little prince.'
Generally speaking, his head wasn't screwed on the right -- especially when he lacked water.
"You're Superman? Humph, people on land regard you as a war hero and super-soldier -- they'll soon learn they're wrong."
Namor gripped Neptune's Trident and mobilized its power.
Dazzling lightning blasted out in a straight line.
The condensed crystal water droplets evaporated in a few moments, leaving only a faint scorching smell.
"Since ancient times ... your side has always lost."
Luke's eyes stared, slightly glowing.
The yellow sun energy surging in his body turned into a crimson light.
Boom!
The lighting and Heat Vision collided violently, sending out a powerful wave of air.
Namor's tall body, standing steadily in mid-air, suddenly shook. He couldn't help retreating.
His forehead was bursting with veins; he grasped the Trident and thrust it forward.
The dazzling electric light changed from something like a boa constrictor to a roaring dragon.
"No matter how hard you try, it's impossible to fight against losing fate."
Luke was talking calmly, but his Heat Vision didn't let up.
He is physically stronger than Namor, who can lift hundreds of tons of weight at most. Even if Namor had home advantage, it was limited.
Boom!
There was a heavy stomp, creating a heavy burst of air!
Instead of retreating, Luke moved forward.
The high-temperature energy that could evaporate flesh and blood, like a sharp sword, penetrated forward and directly knocked down Namor, who held the trident toward the air.
Silvery white electric light, like winding cracks, struck the dark sky.
Namor was thrown into the sea again, with resentment written all over his face.
With his defeat, the raging storm and the accumulation of torrential rain seem to be stagnant.
Luke tore through the massive tornado; his right arm swung out. Thousands of tons of power condensed into a single point, breaking the majestic current of the high-speed rotation.
Namor, who broke through the surface of the sea, looked as if he was torn apart.
He couldn't even hold the exclusive weapon of the King of Atlantis, Neptune's Trident.
"This guy is strong!"
The arrogant Namor finally came to his senses. Clutching his trident in both hands, a strong sense of defiance rose in his eyes.
He is the King of Atlantis, and this battle is sure to be an important one.
'I must not lose!'
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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