The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 176 Appears in Succession

Wes used a spell to conceal himself, quietly observing the Punishers' every move.

He had a great interest in these superheroes.

However, in Wes's eyes, their strength seemed somewhat unsatisfactory.

These superheroes were so engrossed in the battle that they were completely unaware of Wes's presence.

Luke Cage and Jessica Jones stood firmly at the front of the group, holding two huge shields.

Upon entering the building, countless darts, shuriken, and kunai rained down upon them like a storm.

The sharp, piercing sound was chilling.

But Luke Cage and Jessica Jones were not afraid.

They held their shields firmly, blocking all the attacks.

The dart struck the shield with a crisp sound, sending sparks flying.

Erica disappeared into the darkness like a ghost, her figure vanishing from everyone's sight in an instant.

She was very familiar with the Hand's methods and knew their weaknesses and vulnerabilities.

Accompanying her were the ninjas of the True Pure Society, who moved silently among the enemies like assassins in the dark.

With her agility and precise assassination skills, Erica continuously delivers fatal blows to members of the Hand.

The Punisher seized the opportunity and kept firing at the surrounding enemies.

His eyes were cold and focused, and the gun in his hand seemed to be an extension of him, each shot hitting the enemy's vitals accurately.

His actions were decisive and swift, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

Under his overwhelming firepower, the Hand members fell one after another.

The old man with the stick became a blur, wielding his long stick.

The Stick Master's moves aren't as flashy as Iron Fist's, but they are extremely practical. Every swing of his long stick delivers powerful force and precise strikes.

The Hand ninjas fell one after another under his attacks, unable to withstand his fierce onslaught.

The old man with the staff moved nimbly across the battlefield, his long staff like a nimble venomous snake, constantly posing a deadly threat to the enemy.

With the superheroes working together, the Hand suffered a series of defeats, and their defenses were gradually breached.

As the superheroes were about to step underground, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

At this critical moment, a chilling blade of light flashed like lightning.

The light was dazzling, yet it carried boundless killing intent, instantly shattering the tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Luke Cage only felt a flash of cold light before his eyes. Before he could react, the incredibly sturdy shield in his hand was cleanly and decisively sliced ​​in two by the extremely sharp blade light.

Shards of the shield scattered and flew, making a crisp sound.

The sharp cut testifies to the terrifying power of that strike.

If Luke Cage hadn't possessed such formidable defense, he himself would likely have been sliced ​​in two instantly by that incredibly sharp katana.

The consequences would be unimaginable; just thinking about it sends chills down one's spine.

The attacker moved with lightning speed; missing the first strike, he instantly changed his move.

The samurai sword swiftly pierced Luke Cage's eye like a venomous snake, a fierce strike clearly intended to pierce Luke Cage's brain.

The blade gleamed with a chilling light under the lamplight, like the scythe of death, ready to reap lives at any moment.

Luke Cage was startled and tried to dodge, but found that his movements were no match for the ghostly attack.

At this critical moment, the old man with the stick reacted quickly, his long stick shooting out like a nimble snake, accurately striking the blade.

The crisp sound of the impact echoed in the air. The katana, under the old man's blow, veered slightly and grazed Luke Cage's left cheek.

Luke Cage felt a chill on his cheek; the sharp blade seemed to have left a shallow scratch on his face.

Upon seeing this, the Punisher didn't hesitate to empty his magazine directly in the direction of the enemy.

Countless bullets rained down like a storm, carrying intense fury.

In his hand, the katana transformed into an impenetrable curtain of blades, blocking all the bullets.

His superb swordsmanship was dazzling; every swing of his blade deflected the bullets perfectly, and not a single bullet could penetrate his defense.

The person who made the move slowly walked out of the darkness. This person was none other than Naito Soma, one of the five leaders of the Hand.

His figure gradually became clear in the dim light.

Naito Soma was dressed in traditional Japanese samurai attire, his black robe fluttering slightly in the wind, with a gleaming samurai sword at his waist, its hilt adorned with exquisite yet rustic decorations.

His face was cold and stern, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, as if they could see through everything.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Soma Naito has always stayed in Japan.

In Japan, he was a powerful figure who controlled the Hands organization's vast influence in the region.

If it weren't for that crucial dragon bone, he would never have left the familiar land of Japan so easily.

For him, Japan is his homeland, the place where his family's glory is passed down.

Naito Soma comes from a Japanese samurai family with a glorious history in Japan.

He received rigorous samurai training from a young age, honing everything from the most basic sword techniques to advanced combat strategies.

Under the influence of his family, he developed a tenacious character and a persistent pursuit of honor.

Therefore, he was extremely skilled in head-on combat, and every swing of his sword carried great power and precise angles, as if it were a meticulously calculated work of art.

However, he wasn't the only one who made a move.

At this moment, the ninjas of the Shinjuku Society fell one after another under the unseen attack.

Those ninjas were originally well-trained and agile, but they appeared so fragile and powerless under this sudden attack.

They didn't even have time to scream before they lost their lives. Their bodies fell to the ground like harvested wheat, blood spreading across the earth, creating a gruesome scene.

Although Erica is exceptionally strong, she stands out among many enemies thanks to her agility and excellent combat skills.

But under this sudden attack, she could only barely hold on.

Her figure flickered constantly amidst the enemy's attacks, dodging the deadly blows.

Even the Punisher, with his extensive combat experience and quick reflexes, couldn't keep up with the speed of the attacker.

That figure moved with ghostly speed, dazzling the eye, like an invisible wind traversing the battlefield.

The Punisher constantly adjusted his position, trying to find the enemy's weakness, but he could never catch that fleeting figure.

Daredevil suddenly slashed at the air to Erica's left; his movement was swift and decisive.

In a place that was originally deserted, a kunai blocked his baton.

The kunai struck the baton with a crisp sound, sparks flying everywhere.

(End of this chapter)