Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 225 Slime Frenzy

Danny's words finally touched some of Terry's long-standing memories.

In his previous life, he had read a Tekken personal magazine. Although he had only read half of it, he was deeply impressed by one of the plots.

In that comic plot, the middle-aged Iron Fist and Luke Cage pursue a case related to Ant-Man.

At that time, Iron Fist had been on the streets for many years, and he had acquired some of the characteristics of the lower class. His company had also closed down, and his uniform had been changed from the turquoise that he loved most when he was young to black, and he even had an unshaven beard.

But the middle-aged Danny Rand's precise control of Qi was extremely frighteningly proficient.

With the help of Qi, he can accurately find something randomly discarded on the ground of a dirty alley after being shrunk to the dust level by Ant-Man.

Terry forgot exactly what it was.

I was only impressed by the scene in the comic storyboard at that time, where middle-aged Danny stretched out his finger and pointed towards the ground, using his breath to twist the tiny object off the ground.

Does it turn out that Danny Rand himself has such a terrifying talent for Qi? It's no wonder that Kunlun is willing to let Danny succeed Iron Fist. In his previous life, there were many forums that sneered at Danny, who was the worst at Iron Fist.

Terry suddenly felt a little sour.

"You can even sense precise contact points on your nerve endings. This...it seems that there is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in our team. Everyone has a hand?"

"I can use Qi to mark those nerve nodes. That's where you see the slight golden light."

Four hours of continuous magic output, especially the last hour of non-stop treatment, made Terry experience for the first time what it meant to feel like being squeezed dry.

Because it was still stained with blood from Peter's body, it really looked like a leech.

Strange asked murmuringly. There was a hint of fear in his expression as he left the operating table.

He actually once thought that the common problem of these Western heroes was that no matter what awesome abilities they had, the only way to solve the problem in the end was through street fights.

The three of them entered the operating room again and once again saw Strange's professionalism.

Even now, he is so proficient in healing magic that he can release it in the blink of an eye. Even the level of healing can be quite precise. If he only heals a burst blood vessel, he will never output an extra hair.

God's gift to the surgical world, Terry only solved 10% of the 40% problems in Strange's eyes, and Danny stepped forward to do the rest.

Terry continued to heal and repair Peter's skin with a pale face, and then sat down on the ground without any image.

"Then let's get started with the surgery."

Strange also cheered up. Although he felt that this extremely difficult operation could not become part of his resume, just being able to accomplish the so-called previously impossible thing was a great spiritual inspiration.

Danny also sat down, but his condition was better than Terry's. He found a stool, put his hands together and pulled them out, and began to meditate cross-legged with his five hearts pointing to the sky.

For Strange, the operation was already an absolute success at this stage. This guy was even so powerful that he was suturing while operating. With Terry's healing magic as his backing, he lay on the hospital bed and screamed loudly. In addition to the skin, there was a huge wound on the sleeping Peter's back, and the muscles and blood vessels that had been cut inside had been connected.

Even though he was not sure at the beginning and had never performed the same type of surgery before, Strange's judgment of time was perfect.

Oh, yes, now that the surgery is over, you can take off those magic-boosting accessories and replace them with the Nebula Dewdrops.

After a moment of recovery, Terry stood up and looked at Strange, who was in front of the tray, using a scalpel to gently tease the irregular life form that looked like a leech magnified hundreds of times.

"Is this a product of aliens? There is no such evil thing on earth."

Just four hours into the operation, Strange threw the limp, irregular life form into the tray with his gloves covered in blood.

Terry, who was regaining his blood color at a speed visible to the naked eye, nodded.

"Don't worry, doctor, he is too closely connected to Peter. He has also taken a lot of anesthesia that can knock down an elephant. He won't be able to wake up for a while - but you can't kill him."

"No, I'm not worried about that." Strange pondered for a while.

"Are you fighting this thing in the dark now? In my opinion, it is much scarier than those zombies last time."

Terry immediately compared the threats between Shiten and King Slime in his mind, and shook his head with some disdain: "Why do you say that?"

"Look, judging from your previous attitudes, this young man who just had the surgery is actually a pretty powerful member of your team, right?"

"I'm actually not bad either."

"You can completely restrain yourself at this time, Terry. I didn't ask you this either."

Strange looked worried.

"How many people can it parasitize? What is the method of parasitism? Also, if it parasitizes tens of thousands of people, you can't all let me do the surgery, right?"

Strange looked at Terry, whose pupils were gradually shrinking, very seriously: "Judging from the difficulty of this operation, once it is parasitized, what is the difference between being parasitized and completely dead? Isn't there a more convenient way to expel it from the human body? ?”

Of course, the answer to this question was once there, but now if you are not afraid of the venom + slime of the sound wave - it is almost unanswerable.

"Oh my God!"

Terry finally realized that everyone seemed to have overlooked something.

Even himself.

The fat old rancher who can also be affected emotionally.

Puskin Lawrence was taken into the city by the police!

Seeing Terry running out of the operating room in a hurry, Strange sighed. After a moment of silence, his face changed to another expression. He threw the scalpel into the tray and turned towards the man who was meditating with his eyes closed. Danny walked over.

The teammates who had been standing outside and waiting for almost four hours saw Terry rushing out with a look of extreme panic and thought the operation had failed.

Clint sat on the stool and pressed his forehead with his palms, while Steve greeted him with a solemn expression, holding Terry, who was almost unsteady, with both hands.

"Condolences, Terry, believe me - I've been through this twice, Bucky Barnes, Robert Frank, I've never forgotten them, the sheer sadness is unbearable, but …”

Terry's eyes stared blankly ahead, and there was nothing in reality where his pupils were focused.

Clint, who took a step back to stand up, saw Terry's devastated look. After contorting his facial muscles several times, he banged his head against the wall.

"Oh! Peter! Oh! How could this happen!"

Terry's lips moved.

"Peter is okay."

The two people who were expressing their feelings suddenly froze, and Clint quickly wiped his eyes, stared, and gritted his teeth and said: "Then why are you looking so dead?! This joke is not funny at all!"

Steve, on the other hand, looked at Terry with concern.

"Then why are you like this?"

Terry stared at the two lines of font prompts on the panel that were almost equivalent to blood.

'The Slime Mania event has begun. '

'The Goblin Invasion has begun. '

(End of this chapter)