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However, Fisk did not flinch.

As the soles of his feet touched the ground, his speed suddenly increased several times.

In the small space, the wind was howling, as if it could not bear Fisk's oppression and was roaring. Facing Fisk's violent charge, Shredder stood there motionless.

"Stupid white man, you don't know what you are fighting against!"

The next moment, a huge momentum suddenly burst out from Shredder's waist.

His palms quickly gathered into fists.

Then, like a missile, with supreme aura, it hit Fisk's chest, and Fisk had already thrown out his fist.

Fisk's fist is enough to easily smash an average person's head.

However, facing Shredder's fist, it seemed that it was not enough.

One big and one small, their fists collided with each other.

The noise was like a grenade exploding in mid-air. The steel gloves on Shredder's hands, made of an unknown alloy, suddenly shattered. Within a few meters around the two of them, the air vibrated as if an eight-force gale had blown up out of thin air!

"Boom boom boom!" Fisk just felt dizzy, and the tremendous power surged into his body from his fists.

His throat felt sweet and he took several steps back, leaving behind several shallow, twisted footprints on the ground.

But Shredder stood there without moving, just letting out a muffled groan.

It seemed as if he was not injured at all.

Fisk looked at Shredder opposite him with some surprise.

He was actually at a complete disadvantage in terms of strength.

This was almost unimaginable in the past.

But Shredder didn't want to give Fisk any time to think.

Between his five fingers, between the black steel gauntlets, one could faintly see white light flickering. Shredder suddenly moved, his palm making a slight "chi chi" sound as it broke through the air, and went straight for Fisk's throat.

Shredder's fighting skills were extremely mature and sophisticated, and the timing of this attack was extremely exquisite. Before Fisk could react, he launched a sneak attack without any signs at all, catching Fisk off guard.

There was no time to dodge. At this extremely dangerous moment, Fisk's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He retreated instead of advancing, thrust his shoulders forward, bent his waist, twisted his head, and avoided the fatal blow.

Ding! Puff!

The next moment, although Fisk successfully avoided being beheaded, he could not escape his huge body even though he had escaped his head.

Immediately, five steel-like fingers pierced deeply into his shoulder!

Then, under the inertia of Shredder's violent charge, his five fingers cut and pulled, and the sharp razor hidden between his fingers only exerted a little force, leaving five deep claw marks on Fisk's arm.

You can even see the pale bones through the wound.

Fisk's eyes were throbbing with pain.

The eyes were bulging with red bloodshot.

His muscles were constantly throbbing, trying hard to repair the wounds left by Shredder.

He tried hard to repair the wound, which looked extremely miserable!

Because of the rescue repair of muscles.

Therefore, when the injury is first caused, not much blood flows out.

But soon as time went by, Fisk's squirming muscles became somewhat uncontrollable. Even with such a powerful recovery power, there was no way to heal such a horrific wound.

In an instant, Fisk's entire right arm seemed to have collapsed, blood gushed out, and five wounds deep enough to see the bone spurted out blood at the same time. The tendons in his arm were completely destroyed by Shredder.

However, before Shredder could take advantage of the victory.

Fisk seemed to be completely unaware of the wounds on his body.

He was like an iron man who had no sense of pain, and at the moment when Shredder was about to leave with one strike, he suddenly raised his intact left arm and hammered it hard on Shredder's chest.

And more than once.

It was a blow that hit his heart one after another.

He hit it three times in one breath.

Boom boom boom!

The power of these three punches was higher than the previous one.

When the fist collided with the black steel armor, the air seemed to explode with a thunderous sound, deafening and resounding throughout the air.

"vomit!"

Shredder didn't expect Fisk to be so crazy.

This made him feel the hairs all over his body stand on end.

On the face covered by armor, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of red blood.

Alarm bells were ringing in my mind.

Shredder turned around and tried to leave, but Fisk stuck to his body.

Even though Shredder's armor was covered with sharp thorns similar to thorns, Fisk seemed not to feel it and hugged Shredder tightly.

Even though Fisk's injured arm had pale bones visible, it still burst out with terrifying power and tightly hugged Shredder's body.

Fisk knew.

Shredder's power is stronger than his own.

And his fighting skills are even better than mine.

Don't be fooled by the fact that you were seriously injured and one of your arms was almost disabled.

But Fisk knew that this was his only chance. Once he was able to create distance, Shredder would be able to infinitely magnify his advantage.

When I was in martial arts school.

Fisk once asked his teacher.

An old man who had been in prison.

How to defeat the opponent in a fight.

Especially when facing an opponent with better fighting skills than yourself.

The teacher’s first response was to call the police.

The second answer is to escape.

Where there is life, there is hope.

The third answer is that when there is nowhere to run, you have to compete with the opponent in being ruthless.

Whoever is more ruthless will win in the end.

Fisk kept these three answers in mind.

What is happening right now clearly applies to the third answer.

That means being more ruthless.

Whoever is more fucking ruthless wins!

All the skills and equipment are bullshit.

It’s just a competition to see who is more fearless.

Whoever cherishes his life will lose.

In his previous life, Fisk relied on these three answers to overcome all obstacles and be invincible.

He sighed more than once that what the teacher said made sense.

Sure enough, those who can serve as role models are not simple people.

Fisk exerted force with his feet, and his whole body was like Xiang Yu, the King of Heroes, lifting the heavy Shredder from the ground.

Schneider kept hitting Fisk's head with his hands, but Fisk seemed not to feel it and threw him heavily to the ground.

Then he sat down on his chest, waving his fists and hitting the hard helmet.

The spikes on the armor pierced through the flesh.

The fist made of flesh was completely unrecognizable after just a few hits, but Fisk did not stop.

It's like smelting metal.

Continuous hammering is required to shape the hard metal.

Shredder struggled to stand up and fight back.

His power is great.

Fisk was no match for him.

However, Fisk's fists did not stop and were tightly entangled with Shredder's body. The sound of bones cracking continued to come from under his fists, and Shredder's mouth hidden in the helmet once again spewed blood.

And the more he vomited, the more he vomited.

He was already seriously injured.

The life-and-death struggle at this moment made his injuries further aggravated.

He stretched out his palm to grab the back of Fisk's neck, but the steel glove slipped over the tough muscles and caught nothing.

Because Fisk only has muscles, not bloated neck fat.

Shredder simply shook his head and hit Fisk's head, spitting out another mouthful of blood. Fisk felt dizzy and the strength in his hand suddenly stopped, which finally gave Shredder the opportunity.

The latter grabbed Fisk's arm and threw him out with a back throw.

Accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Fisk was blown dozens of meters away, and only fell to the ground with a bang after hitting the wall in the distance. Shredder took off his mask, and the black blood vessels on his face continued to wriggle. The blood in his mouth rushed out like a free fountain, and gathered on the ground to form a scarlet stream.

Both sides suffer?

Shredder was just about to give orders to the Big Foot Gang's killers.

"kill!"