Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 220 The secret that is not told
“Where does its vocabulary come from?”

After Clint, who was running on the road, heard this roar, he turned around and complained.

But at this moment, the remaining three people had no time to respond to his complaints. Captain America had just gotten up from the ground, and Iron Fist was holding his abdomen to heal his wounds.

Terry…

After dealing with this so-called irregular life form for more than ten moves, Terry was shocked to realize that his blood volume was wrong. He had been punching him the whole time, and his second-speed sword could only occasionally brush the opponent's body once for ten times.

He jumped up and wanted to use his rocket boots to fly into the sky, but the irregular life grabbed his ankle and pulled it off. He raised his fist and punched Terry in the head.

The black fist looked small, but when it came into contact with Terry's helmet, it sent out a wave of air and smashed Terry's entire upper body into the soil with a thud.

"Knight! Are you still alive?!"

Captain America's expression changed drastically. Frankly speaking, if this punch had hit him on the head, his old bones would have been shattered into pieces by now.

It wasn't until Terry, who was smashed into the ground, stretched out an arm tremblingly to show a thumbs up that Captain America breathed a sigh of relief.

Terry's voice sounded a little dull in the dirt.

Clint was already hiding behind the car. He put his head forward and saw this extremely horrifying scene. He screamed the word starting with S in his mouth and heart at the same time.

What's strange is that the force carrying the huge energy was not completely released by the shield. Instead, a large part of the energy passed through the shield itself like a ghost and slapped the monster's dark chest hard.

Steve, whose original intention was to block the opponent's sight and create an opportunity for Iron Fist to attack, had a distorted expression on his face. He watched helplessly as the monster picked up his shield and pointed it in the direction of Iron Fist. A black fist was hidden behind him, just waiting. Iron Fist's physical damage is blocked and then punches through the opponent.

At the same time, Terry Tuli's outstretched arm passed harmlessly, and the Moon-Watching Sword appeared for a moment in a frame-breaking manner, directly cutting off the opponent's calf and knees.

It was seen that it actively stretched out its arms to catch the flying shield. The moment its five fingers were glued to the edge of the shield, its waist followed the direction of flight and made three extremely twisted circles, as if it was like a top. Unload the shield's lethality to the point where it can be easily eaten.

Danny watched with splitting eyes. The golden flames on his fists burst out like fire waves more than one meter high. He shouted and rushed towards the irregular life. Captain America also took the time to throw. Take out the shield.

At that critical moment, a sharp arrow flew high above the irregular life's head. As Hawkeye pressed the button on the black technology quiver, the arrow in the sky suddenly exploded and emitted an extremely sharp sound. of sound waves.

"Of course, it just has to be enough to kill the creature it simulates."

"It's impossible for such a slow attack to hit me!"

The black monster showed a wild smile. At first, it was not even used to walking on the human body underground. It is evolving rapidly through battles, and has even begun to adapt to follow the warnings of the spider sense to perform actions that are faster than the brain.

This impact made Black Peter's fist hidden behind him involuntarily loosen, and a frown appeared on his dark face. Then the iron fist that was in place had already rushed to the front of the monster, and his fists moved towards the monster without hesitation. The center point of the shield was smashed.

"Does this guy have no internal organs and spine?! Terry, can it take physical damage?"

The black figure fell backwards, with little bits of liquid exploding from his chest. His dark face clearly showed an expression of pain. He tried to relieve himself by jumping back, but because he had no legs, he fell to the ground with a thud. on the ground.

Black Peter, who fell to the ground, still wanted to struggle, but then Terry's lightning-like stabbing sword directly penetrated his forehead.

The muscles all over the body of the irregular life form began to melt slowly, and the ferocious facial expression turned into a mess. The facial features were like a boat sliding down a waterfall, each flowing down its face. Seeing that this thing began to slowly transform into a big black ball, Terry finally took a breath and stopped making any pretentious movements to draw the sword. He just waved his hand and let the sword return to the inventory. Buttocks sat down.

"Let me choke - if the punch on the head hadn't filled up my third-level charging bar, I wouldn't have been able to hit this unlucky thing with my second-level speed."

Seeing that his empty blood volume was slowly rising, Terry breathed a sigh of relief and turned to shout at Clint, who was still looking nervously at the sky with his bow.

"Well done, Hawkeye! How did you do that arrow?"

Hawkeye, who had never dared to stare at the battlefield, lowered his head, put away his bow and arrows, wiped away his sweat, and walked out from behind the car tremblingly.

"During the previous training, I found that if I ignored Peter's presence, and then used some special bows and arrows to shoot into the open space, and then activated the traps above simply based on the calculation of time and distance, there was a chance of hitting Peter several times."

After Clint shouted back, he rubbed his temples with a pale face: "Fighting with superpowers like you is really a disadvantage. While maintaining high-intensity calculations, you must not generate too much hostility - This is the first time I tried my best to miss.”

As one of the world's top snipers, Clint's thinking is certainly not normal.

In some comics, Clint is able to calculate the wind direction, distance, parabola and some accidental indexes within the maximum shooting distance in a very short time while fighting alone, relying only on his naked eye observation and his unique mental arithmetic method. .

Even if you give him a gun that can shoot a thousand meters, he can complete all the calculation work that should be done by an observer with a professional computer within ten seconds if necessary, and achieve more than 99% of the hits. Rate.

Although the operation of this short-lived ability will extremely shorten the life of his brain and increase the pressure in the eyeball cavity, the elderly Hawkeye in some plots can't escape the symptoms of blindness or dementia, but in fact he is not really just an ordinary person.

Captain America walked over with a complicated expression and reached out to pick up the shield. His face looked a little tangled.

"What's wrong? Captain?"

Terry stood up and slapped the grass clippings on his butt, noticing the look on Steve's face.

Steve did not answer immediately, but looked at the shield in his hand, and then at Danny who was meditating and adjusting his breath.

"It's nothing. Maybe I haven't kept up with the times. The person who gave this shield to me said that it can remove most of the physical attacks and energy impacts - of course, everyone performed very well today."

Danny opened his eyes immediately. Of course he knew that Steve was struggling with his punch just now, and he explained seriously.

"This is a difficult Qi and muscle technique in martial arts. However, my talent is very poor and I have not fully learned it. I can only use it occasionally."

Terry's eyes lit up and he immediately forgot about Steve's dilemma.

"Your sect still teaches how to hunt cattle across the mountain?"

Danny frowned a little: "What's this name? Sorry, this part belongs to the untold secrets of Kunlun, and I don't have the level to teach it to you."

"That's a pity, well, actually I may not be able to learn it."

Terry waved his hand as if he didn't care, but after a few seconds he said tentatively: "Does Kunlun still accept people of my age?"

(End of this chapter)