Poverty makes me capable of anything.

A silver glint flashed in Ibn's eyes.

The hallmark of an assassin is a single, deadly strike followed by a swift escape.

Glory isn't about how spectacular the kills are, but about the long list of successful assassinations.

Ibn blended perfectly into the deep black background.

If the two guys outside are rated as deep red by the energy level detector, then he is now a deep blue.

"Smash it!"

The giant fist conjured by the superhuman crushed the shield of a frigate into pieces.

The people inside the spaceship were almost paralyzed with fear.

"Holy crap, what kind of monster is this?!"

A single shot from the Deep Space Gun can destroy a battleship, but because the collapse happens so quickly, the psychological pressure it inflicts is still less than the feeling of being slowly crushed by hand in this survival zone.

slam-la-

Broken pieces of the hull continued to fall from the top of the spaceship, and the people fleeing in panic grew increasingly desperate.

Once the shell breaks, they will be crushed into meat patties in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha……"

The superhuman laughed wildly.

"You're wasting your energy!" Wind Whisper Swordsman shook his head.

The superhuman chuckled and said, "Give them something satisfying, let them understand that some people are not superior to you just because you disagree with them! Strength is strength, nobility is nobility, and commoners are commoners!"

That's really true...

The Wind Whisperer did not agree with the views of the superpowered individuals.

However, what he meant was that no matter how powerful one was in front of these ants, it would be useless; if one was to kill, one should kill the enemy's general.

The gap and despair are that even someone as mediocre as me is better than the strongest person in your group!

"Come on, let me show you what a true powerhouse is!"

The superhuman's face turned cold. Just as he was about to clench the huge fist with all his might, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from behind.

The winds of the universe.

It's not the air that's swaying, but the flow of energy—a gentle caress linked to death.

In the eyes of the Wind Whisperer, a black dot suddenly magnified behind the superhuman.

Call ~

The signal abruptly cut into the communicator, and a low voice, like the whisper of a demon, was heard the superhuman say in a slightly mocking tone: "So that means if I kill you, I'll be stronger than you, I'll be a nobleman, and you'll just be a commoner."

Oops.

The superhuman's expression changed drastically.

Before the words had even finished, a sharp pain shot through his neck.

He could only desperately try to strengthen the wounded area.

A thin layer of skin, in the blink of an eye, becomes harder than steel, more resistant to punctures than diamond...

But all he did seemed to be in vain; his skin cracked like parched earth, and his bones, as strong as super-alloy, began to steam under the erosion of the virus.

The cervical vertebrae are very hard, but the area around the Adam's apple is not.

Moreover, Ibn's left hand, which was aimed at delivering a fatal blow, was not empty at this moment.

The impact blade that shot out from the left hand churned wildly through the superhuman's back like a pile driver, while the Calamity Domain directly invaded the superhuman's mind, creating mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and ghosts everywhere...

Anything that stimulates his mind, arrange it for him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

But that's where it ends.

Suddenly, countless sharp spikes sprouted from the superhuman's body. The Wind Whisper Swordsman, who had just reacted, rushed over and crashed into Iben like a rapidly moving comet.

Ibn was hit and flipped over, flying dozens of kilometers backward.

"Damn, are you a cow?"

Having finally managed to regain his footing, Ibn rubbed his chest where he had been slashed, leaving only a white mark.

Fortunately, he was wearing Enron's Heimdall alloy exoskeleton armor, otherwise he would definitely have been injured.

Enron Heimdall alloy exoskeleton armor, a reputable brand you can trust!

"Schuster!"

The Wind Whisperer grabbed the superhuman Schuster and shouted a few words.

Schuster clutched his throat, which was gushing blood.

The crater drilled into his back was alright; it was a wound inflicted by the impact blade attached to the exoskeleton armor, and with Schuster's regenerative abilities, the wound had already begun to heal.

But a piercing wound in the throat is different; it's a deadly poison, a poison that can corrode even a master's life.

Not to mention that injuries from a pierced neck are not easy to recover from.

Unable to speak, Schuster could only look at the "metal man" in the distance with eyes that held either resentment or terror.

The sight of a giant metal figure, over two meters tall, wielding a short knife about twenty centimeters long, felt strangely comical.

"Can you still hold on?"

"The Wind Whisperer asked."

Schuster shook his head, then nodded.

The Wind Whisperer immediately understood.

I can no longer fight, but I'm still alive, so for now, that's not a problem.

The Wind Whisperer delivered Schuster to the spaceship, where he would now face the metal man alone.

"So you're ANR, the ruler of the transdimensional world? As expected, all you know how to do is sneak attacks. If you have the guts, come and fight me head-on!" Wind Whisper Swordsman brandished his curved sword, his eyes revealing a chilling killing intent.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Ibn shook his head. “Dealing with someone of your level doesn’t require our Lord to personally intervene.”

Feng Yu Dao Ke narrowed his eyes: "Oh? I think she's scared. That makes sense. After all, she's just a mechanic. If she really wanted to fight me, I could send her to hell in a few rounds!"

"You're really just being delusional."

Iben was almost impressed by Wind Whisperer: "You? You might not even be able to beat me, yet you want to challenge our Overlord? Do you think you're stronger than Captain Melkaren of the Heimdall? If that's what you think, then I have nothing to say."

The Wind Whisperer's expression shifted between light and shadow: "Yes, my strength is indeed inferior to Melkaren's, but ANR is comparable, ha..."

Ibn immediately retorted, "The Heimdall was sunk, and both Melkaelas and Rowan are dead. I'm thinking, isn't this all the work of our Overlord? If you think that's not impressive enough, why don't you go and kill a master with strength comparable to Melkaelas and show me? If you can do it, I'll commit suicide on the spot, without you even having to lift a finger."

proceed if you can!

what!what!

"If you can't do it, then stop showing off. People who don't know better will think you're invincible," Ibn retorted.

I can't stand this kind of idiot.

The arrogant Wind Whisper Blade was so angry his head was practically steaming.

Mei Karen is a powerhouse close to the peak of the master level, so he is naturally no match for her. However, he believes that An Ran is also no match for her. She must have used some insidious means to launch a sneak attack and win!

"Once I kill you, you'll know what cruelty truly means!"

The Wind Whisper Swordsman raised his sword, but before he could make a move, a "meteor" enveloped in blazing light suddenly flew in from the dark depths of the sky.

boom!

The Wind Whisper Swordsman only had time to create a shield in front of him before the violent impact of the explosion sent him flying, even blowing his hair into a smoking afro.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense in a life-or-death battle? Do you think this is a movie? You deserve to be blown up!" An Ran pressed the second button next to her.

"..."

You...

Ibn scratched his head.

Alright, what's the point of mercy on the battlefield? As an assassin, Ibn donned his exoskeleton armor and charged straight in.

He seemed to have eight arms, and all sorts of strange weapons were aimed at the Wind Whisperer.

Prepare to die, Boss Zha!

Chapter 45 Justice Descends from Heaven!

The Wind Whisperer was brutally beaten by Ibn for a full minute.

The attacks unleashed by the eight arms were like a raging storm, and the relentless momentum gave the Wind Whisper Swordsman, whose head was already spinning from An Ran's cannon blast, a spectacular "meteor shower."

Finally, the external weapon on its back, resembling wings, launched a sandwich-like attack from above and below.

With a clang.

Although sound is inaudible in a vacuum, the rapidly spreading energy ring still sent a chill down the spines of those inside the spaceship. (Note: The shockwave is not authentic.)

For a moment, I had this feeling that even a mountain made of metal would be smashed to pieces by Ibn's attack.

"He should be dead, right?"

Those members of the time-traveling universe who were nearly crushed by Schuster's mimicry hand know all too well what I mean.

If Ibn hadn't suddenly appeared and struck Schuster from behind, they would have been turned into mincemeat by now.

No, not even meat patties. Once separated from the ecosystem created by the spaceship and placed in the deep space where energy is splashing, they would be crushed into invisible fragments in the blink of an eye.

"There's no way he could still be alive in this situation!"

"Transcendent!"

The moment the "wings" spread out, Ibn, still not entirely at ease, suddenly thrust the virus blade from his hand out.

He held nothing back, using up almost a third of his internal energy in one go.