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The chat in the underground live stream exploded at that moment.

[Fuck! Another superhuman?!]

What does this punch mean? Three SUVs were instantly reduced to scrap metal!

Wait, what is he wearing? A uniform? Is he an official?

[Oh no, oh no, oh no! The official team has a superhuman!]

What was that pervert in the bodysuit doing there?

In the back office of a dark web gambling platform, a bald man with a fierce face stared at the screen, his eyes darting around twice, before he slammed his hand on the table.

"Opening! Official matchup: Superhuman vs. Butcher! Win/Loss/Draw! I'll set the odds! Post it now!"

Three seconds later, the new betting odds went live.

[Official odds for the winner: 1.3 to 1]

[Butcher's side wins: 1 to 4.5]

[Draw (both players die): 8 to 1]

[The first superhuman to fall: ...]

The stakes exceeded two million dollars in five seconds.

Ten seconds, five million.

Thirty seconds, fourteen million.

The gamblers have gone completely mad!

......

Inside the lobby of Blue Shield Insurance Company at this moment.

Light poured in through the blasted-open entrance, mingling with the rising dust.

Lucas stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by corpses.

The LED screen was still lit, and the performance figures on it were still playing in a loop, with dark red droplets splattered all over the screen.

The light streaming in from the doorway made him squint slightly.

Two figures walked in, stepping on the shards.

Meanwhile, the survivors who were still alive saw the torn exit. Like drowning people seeing the shore, they rushed towards it like madmen. They stumbled and rushed past Morrison and Corbyn on either side. Some lost their shoes while running, some crawled out, and no one looked back.

Corbyn did not look at them.

His gaze remained fixed on Lucas.

To be precise, it was focused on the corpse that Lucas was holding in his right hand.

Her white business suit was soaked in blood and turned dark red. Her hair was disheveled and hanging down, and her face was turned towards the ground, but Corbin still recognized her at a glance.

"Ahhh!!! MJ!!!"

The purest, most extreme rage instantly shattered Corbin's reason, and with a hoarse roar, he charged toward Lucas like a madman.

Lucas was about to make a move, but it was too late.

His head has already flown off!

Without any contact, a clean cut appeared out of thin air on the neck, and the head spun and flew into the air.

Corbyn rushed to the body, knelt on one knee, and took the body from Lucas's loosened hands, his hands trembling.

At almost the same moment, Morrison had arrived in front of Lucas's headless body.

He unleashed a punch with the force of a sonic boom.

The moment the fist made contact, Lucas's entire upper body, from his chest to his waist, turned into a cloud of blood mist!

Fragments of bones, flesh, and internal organs, mixed with blood, exploded in all directions, splattering everything within a five-meter radius.

silence.

Everyone watching the battle fell silent.

Morrison shook the blood off his fist and glanced at the pile of wreckage on the ground.

"this one?"

An underground live-streaming room.

The comments section remained silent for a full two seconds.

Then it burst forth like a dam breaking.

[Fuck?!]

[One-hit kill???]

[No way, Lucas was so fierce when he first appeared, punching people through the chest and tearing them apart with his bare hands. Is that all he's capable of?]

I bet 50,000 on the butcher!!! Give me my money back!!!

[Hahaha, the shortest game ever, less than ten seconds, and the money was settled!]

Backstage at the casino, the bald boss was already preparing to settle accounts, his finger hovering over the confirmation button.

Just one second short.

His fingers stopped.

On the screen, in the camera lens of a gambler secretly live-streaming, the pile of minced meat is moving.

It's not an illusion.

The splattered blood was flowing backward, the shattered bone fragments were reassembling, and muscle fibers were growing outward from the cut at a visible speed, as if someone had pressed the reverse button.

The bald boss withdrew his finger.

The barrage of comments exploded again.

[Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!]

He's recovering!!! The butcher is recovering!!!

Turn around!!! Uniformed man, turn around quickly!!!

[I'm raising my bet on the Butcher's side!!!]

Unfortunately, Morrison and his colleague at the scene couldn't see the live chat comments.

All they knew was that the intelligence had been very clear from the beginning: there were two superhumans in total.

"Where is the other one?"

Morrison looked around, searching intently.

Corbyn gently laid his girlfriend's body on the ground and closed her eyes with trembling hands.

Although he was still filled with grief and anger, he knew clearly that if he didn't kill these two superhumans, many more people would suffer the same pain he was experiencing.

He stood up, ready to help Morrison find another superhuman, but he had just turned around.

In that instant, every hair on my body stood on end, and my back was soaked in cold sweat!

In his line of sight, a blood-covered figure had already come up to him, less than two steps away!

Corbyn quickly stepped back to create distance between himself and the other man; he could now clearly hear his own heart pounding loudly!

Just a moment ago, he truly touched the edge of death!

I almost died!

"Corbin? I'll take over..."

Noticing the commotion on Corbyn's side, Morrison turned around, about to go help, when...

"Bang!!!"

A blur of motion crashed into us from the side.

Before he could even see what it was, he was sent flying backward, his body crashing through two rows of seats before finally slamming into a load-bearing pillar in the lobby. The concrete shattered, leaving a human-shaped dent in the pillar.

Morrison struggled to lift his head and saw Lucas completely unharmed.

Corbyn heard the sound of Morrison being knocked away.

He wanted to turn around and help, but he didn't dare.

He dared not take his eyes off Eddie for even a second.

The sweat was no longer falling drop by drop, but rather forming a continuous line down his chin, dripping down in a steady stream.

In contrast to his tension, Eddie simply looked at him—no, it wasn't really looking at him. Although Corbin was indeed in his line of sight, Corbin felt as if the other man was looking at thin air, completely ignoring him!

This performance perfectly matches the image of an invincible villain with explosive power in superhero comics!

Not only Corbyn, but all the police snipers were also aiming at Eddie.

Finally, Corbyn couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere any longer and tried to attack Eddie.

However, this put even more pressure on him.

His full-force strike only left a white mark on the opponent's neck!

Unharmed!

However, even at this point, Eddie still didn't make a move, just stood there quietly.

Corbyn felt like he was about to explode from the pressure!

"So arrogant?"

"I would call you the most insane superhuman!"