Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1143: Spiritual Power is a Reward and Gift to the Brave

boom! !

With a deafening sound, the demon drew a thrilling arc in the air and smashed into the dense woods not far away as swiftly as a meteorite.

The huge impact force was like a mountain torrent, causing the surrounding trees that were originally as tall as pillars and as thick as waists to break one after another, like a domino effect, falling one after another.

Branches and leaves were flying, dust was rising, and the whole scene looked like the end of the world, filled with a destructive atmosphere.

The man stood there, breathing slightly, his chest heaving violently, sweat sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the dry ground, making a slight "pat" sound.

However, despite his exhausted body, his eyes became brighter, flashing with determination and indomitable spirit.

He knew that he had defeated another powerful opponent. This victory was not only a recognition of his own strength, but also an important step forward for him on this road full of dangers and challenges.

But the monster is obviously not so easy to deal with. It is as dangerous as a skeleton soldier. Monsters of this dangerous level cannot be dealt with by ordinary firearms.

What's more, the man is just a mortal with flesh and blood, without extraordinary strength and magical powers. All he can rely on is his superb skills and indomitable will as a fighter.

The man's name was Juukisha Ouma. He was agile and quick in his movements. Every time he attacked, he avoided the monster's attacks just right while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

However, it is basically impossible to kill the opponent, after all, the strength and speed of the monster are not something that humans can easily contend with. But Jukiji Snake Ouma did not retreat, but instead aroused his fighting spirit.

The monster roared, its voice was sharp and piercing, like the wails coming from hell.

It attacked the Ten Demon Snakes Ouma again, and its huge body swept over like a storm. Each attack was enough to destroy a car.

However, Juukishima was like a nimble swallow, weaving freely among the monsters' attacks and looking for loopholes to counterattack.

"That's it, give me more pressure!"

Juukishiro Ouma roared loudly.

"Only in this way can we find that man!"

Meanwhile, on the other side.

A huge man with a burly back and strong arms, wearing a black martial arts uniform, is fighting fiercely with a fish monster.

His name is Kuroki Gensai, and he is a famous martial arts master in this area.

At this moment, he was posing in a classic cat stance to deal with the fish monster's attack.

Cat Footstand is a type of boxing stance that allows one to instantly unleash powerful force while moving or exerting force by adjusting the body's center of gravity and the way the force is exerted.

However, facing this fish monster, Kuroki Gensai felt unprecedented pressure.

This fish monster looks like it has mutated from Tokyo Bay, with octopus-like tentacles, crab-like claws, and a shark head.

Its body is strong and powerful, like a moving mountain.

The air around Hei Mu Gensai seemed to freeze, and only the battle between him and the fish monster was going on fiercely.

The scales of the fish monster flashed coldly in the sunlight. Every time it waved its eight strong tentacles, it was accompanied by a gust of wind that seemed to be able to tear apart the space.

Kuroki Gensai's foresight seemed powerless in the face of this unprecedented opponent. The fish monster's attack trajectory was unpredictable, sometimes as fast as lightning, and sometimes like an undercurrent in the deep sea, silent but deadly.

Kuroki Gensai's eyes were fixed on the fish monster's movements, trying to find patterns in every subtle movement. However, the fish monster seemed to be able to sense his intentions, and always adjusted its attack method at the critical moment, making Kuroki Gensai's judgment fail.

Scars gradually appeared on his body. They were the marks left by the sharp tentacles of the fish monster. Each scar was deep enough to see the bone, and blood stained his clothes red.

"Impossible... How could my foresight fail?"

Kuroki Gensai was secretly surprised and puzzled. He thought that his ability came from his deep understanding of martial arts and countless practical experiences, but when facing the fish monster, all of this seemed to no longer apply.

Just as Kuroki Gensai fell into deep thought, the fish monster launched another fierce attack.

This time, it no longer simply waved its tentacles, but used the coordination between the tentacles to weave an impenetrable attack net.

Kuroki Gensai barely dodged the first wave of attacks, but the second and third waves followed. He could only rely on his instincts and years of training to barely maintain a defensive posture.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Kuroki Gensai was hit by a huge force, and he flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up in the dust, feeling severe pain all over his body, as if every inch of his bones was protesting.

But he did not give up. Instead, he took a deep breath, stood still again, and prepared for the next round of attack.

Luther watched the fierce battle.

Although these martial artists and fighters are extremely powerful, they still seem powerless when facing these monsters driven by demonic power.

However, it was this indomitable spirit that made him feel sincere admiration.

"Spiritual power is nature's gift to the brave."

Luther whispered to himself. His voice was soft but full of power. "Since you are willing to sacrifice your lives to pursue the ultimate in martial arts, then let this courage be rewarded as it should be."

As he spoke, Luther slowly raised his hand, palm up, as if to catch some power falling from the sky.

As he moved, the air around him began to fluctuate, and a warm and mysterious force gathered from all directions and finally condensed in his palm.

At this time, on the other side of the battlefield, Shinichiro Busujima's situation was equally critical.

His left arm was empty, and blood was flowing down his cheek like a trickle, staining half of his cheek red.

The tiger demon opposite him was incredibly large, at least four meters long, and more than two meters tall at the shoulder. Its skin was not covered with soft hair, but hard rock, as if it was a terrifying creature born from the depths of the earth. Any sharp blade seemed pale and powerless in front of it.

The "granite tiger" was chewing his severed hand, making satisfied gurgling sounds, as if mocking his weakness.

The huge body pressed down on the surrounding space like a mountain, and every breath seemed to trigger a small earthquake.

The rock tiger's skin is as hard as iron, and even a sharp blade made of alloy can hardly leave a mark on it.

Faced with such an almost invincible enemy, Busujima Shinichiro's disciples and family members have suffered heavy casualties, and their eyes are filled with despair and fear.

(End of this chapter)