Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Fisk stretched out his hands and tore open his suit. As the fabric was roughly torn apart, a "hissing" sound was heard. His ferocious muscles were exposed. Those muscles were like steel, with clear lines and full of power. Each muscle was like a hard stone, highlighting his great strength and tough physique. Against the backdrop of the blood rain, those muscles exuded a wild light, as if they could burst out with amazing power at any time.

He twisted his neck slightly, making a "crackling" sound, like a beast about to explode. The sound was particularly clear in the silent battlefield, full of threats and warnings. Every twist seemed to release his inner anger and desire to fight, which made people shudder.

He looked up at Wolfgang Krauser standing on the deck, his eyes full of provocation and murderous intent. His gaze shot straight at him like a sword, sharp and cold, causing Wolfgang Krauser to tremble slightly. It was as if two balls of blazing flames were burning in his eyes, able to penetrate all obstacles and burn the opponent's soul to ashes. Fisk's mouth curled up into a cold smile, as if announcing his invincibility to his opponent.

"Oh, honey, you are so handsome."

"I... am very satisfied... um... well..." The originally cold and arrogant voice, although still full of unattainable aura, seemed to have a subtle and strange whimpering sound at this moment.

This strange atmosphere made the air seem to freeze for a moment.

The original chill of an icy blade in the voice now seemed to be mixed with some subtle fluctuations, as if a strange stone was thrown into the calm lake, causing layers of unpredictable ripples.

This strange voice, which sounded like extreme pleasure, gave people a mixed feeling of absurdity and uneasiness. It was as if this mysterious being had found some special satisfaction in this bloody battle, and a pleasure beyond common sense was looming in that unattainable tone. The voice trembled in the air, carrying a creepy magic that made people both awed by it and feared and confused by the deep meaning behind it. The blood rain around seemed to be affected by this strange atmosphere, falling down one after another, like a strange red dance, adding a stronger and more gloomy atmosphere to this mysterious and dangerous scene.

"Hahaha!" Sally suddenly burst into laughter.

"Damn it!" The cold voice seemed to break through the defense and screamed, and then the two voices disappeared completely, but the battle continued.

"Fisk?"

Chapter 194 Win!

The moment Wolfgang Krauser made a sound.

Behind him, the container that looked like a small hill had already risen into the air. Like a meteor, it quickly smashed towards Fisk. The speed was so fast that it even made a sonic boom like thunder.

Fisk stood there quietly, without any intention of dodging. When the container fell on him like a mountain, the strong wind blew in his face, making his clothes rustle. However, he remained motionless, like an unshakable sculpture.

The moment the container touched Fisk, the container, which was covered with red blood, twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye. The hard metal shell seemed to have turned into soft plasticine, gradually deforming under an invisible force.

The container made a teeth-grinding metallic twisting sound, and the huge impact force caused the surrounding ground to tremble slightly. Fisk's body seemed to be surrounded by an invisible shield, which completely blocked the power of the container.

As the container continued to twist, it eventually became a strange twisted shape, as if it had been kneaded by a giant hand.

But then more containers came crashing down on Fisk like a surging tide. The huge containers brought with them a sharp sound of wind and a heavy sense of oppression, as if they were going to bury Fisk completely under this torrent of steel.

Fisk still didn't move, his eyes were firm and resolute, as if he had absolute confidence in his own strength.

Soon, he was overwhelmed by the containers, which were piled up layer upon layer to form a mountain of ruins.

The ground shook violently under the huge impact, and dust flew all over the sky.

There was no joy on Wolfgang Krauser's face, but instead there was a hint of vigilance in his pupils.

He had previously thought Fisk was nothing more than a good-for-nothing.

The reason why Gis was killed was simply because he was too useless.

However, since Fisk was able to receive praise from that being, how could he be easily killed by these containers?

He just had this thought.

All the containers suddenly flew up from the ground and danced wildly in the air, as if they were controlled by an invisible giant hand.

Immediately afterwards, a muscular figure suddenly crashed into the tanker. That figure was Fisk. The next second, the tanker weighing hundreds of thousands of tons immediately made a roaring sound of steel colliding, and the tanker shook violently in the roar.

The huge impact force made the hull of the tanker groan as if it could break at any time. The people on the boat panicked and grabbed the fixed objects around them to try to stabilize themselves. On the deck of the tanker, some items were thrown everywhere, creating chaos.

Wolfgang Krauser did not lose his balance because of the shaking of the tanker. He stood there firmly, like a giant tree rooted in the earth. No matter how the wind and waves hit him, he could not be shaken at all. But the next second, he suddenly flapped his wings and flew high. The huge wings flapped violently, and a strong wind blew up. The moment he flew up from the tanker, his figure was like a fierce eagle, full of majesty and domineering. And just at the moment he flew up, a big hole suddenly broke in the steel splint. The huge impact force made the steel groan in pain, and fragments flew everywhere. The edge of the hole was twisted and deformed, as if it was torn apart by an irresistible force.

Almost at the same time, Fisk rushed up from below. His speed was as fast as lightning, like a black phantom. His figure flashed like a ghost, making it almost impossible to catch his movement trajectory. Fisk's eyes were sharp, like a beast locking onto its prey, revealing endless coldness and determination. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything, making people feel fearful.

In the blink of an eye, his palm grasped Wolfgang Krauser's ankle like a pair of iron pliers. The palm was large and powerful, and the fingers were like hooks made of steel, tightly holding Krauser's ankle. The moment the powerful palm tightly grasped, it seemed as if time had stopped. Krauser was unable to break free for a moment. He struggled desperately, trying to get rid of Fisk's restraints, but Fisk's strength was too strong.

Fisk pulled downwards with all his strength, as if he was trying to pull the sky down.

The power was so great that it made people feel that the whole world was shaking. Krauser's body instantly lost balance and was pulled by Fisk's powerful force like a helpless doll.

He waved his arms wildly in the air, trying to find a foothold, but it was all in vain.

Then, Fisk threw him onto the deck of the ship without hesitation. The speed was so fast that it brought up a sharp sound of wind, which seemed to be the howling of death, making people tremble with fear.

Krauser drew an arc in the air and fell rapidly towards the hard deck. The arc was like a symbol of despair, foreshadowing the coming huge impact. His body fell rapidly in the wind, and his wings were blown by the wind, making a heart-pounding sound. The huge wings seemed to be able to stir up a storm at any time, but at this moment they could not stop his fall.

However, just before he was about to hit the deck, Krauser suddenly flapped his wings again and flew high. His reaction was as fast as lightning, showing the amazing instinct of a powerful Khorne demon. He flapped his wings violently, and a strong wind whistled up. His body instantly stopped falling and rushed upwards.

The horns on the top of the head were like the arrowheads of sharp arrows, piercing towards Fisk's chest at an alarming speed. The horns emitted a dark red light, as if they were condensed from blood, and each ray of light emitted a chilling breath. The dark red color was like thick blood plasma, as if telling of countless killings and blood. The tip of the horn flashed with a sharp cold light, as if it could easily penetrate any hard object.

As he rushed towards Fisk, Krauser's eyes were filled with rage and murderous intent. His eyes were like burning flames, spewing endless anger. Those violent eyes seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes, making people shudder. The murderous intent was like a surging tide, pouring out of his eyes and filling the entire space. His eyes were fixed on Fisk, as if he was looking at an irreconcilable enemy. Every look was filled with coldness and determination, as if he wanted to completely destroy Fisk.

His feet stood firmly on the deck, as if they had taken root, not moving at all. The deck beneath his feet made a slight sound as he stepped on it, as if responding to his strength. His body leaned forward slightly, ready for the impact. His body was tense, and every muscle was full of strength, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

When Krauser's horn was about to pierce him, Fisk quickly dodged to the side. His movements were as fast as lightning, so fast that it was dazzling. His body drew a graceful arc in the air and easily avoided Krauser's attack.

At the same time, he swung a fist and hit Krauser's wings hard. The fist was powerful, like a cannonball. The wind from the fist whistled past, making a sharp sound. His arm muscles bulged and veins popped, showing his amazing strength. The fist hit Krauser's wings hard, making a dull sound.

Krauser was knocked off balance by the punch, but he immediately adjusted his posture and attacked again. He flapped his wings violently, creating a strong airflow, and stretched out his claws to grab Fisk. Fisk nimbly dodged Krauser's attack, constantly looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Krauser was knocked off balance by the punch, but he immediately adjusted his posture and attacked again. His eyes burned with anger, and his violent aura became stronger. He flapped his wings violently, creating a powerful airflow that whistled like a strong wind, blowing the debris on the deck everywhere. At the same time, he stretched out his claws and grabbed Fisk. The claws flashed with cold light, as if they could easily tear steel apart.

Fisk dodged Krauser's attacks flexibly. His body was as light as a swallow, moving freely in the fierce attacks. His eyes were focused and sharp, constantly looking for opportunities to counterattack. Every dodge was just right, showing his excellent reaction ability and fighting skills.

Krauser took off two protruding spiked bones from his back. They were two sharp spinal blades. On these bone blades were rippling red strange runes. Those runes twisted like strange little snakes, as if alive, flashing evil light. The light was sometimes dim, sometimes dazzling, as if telling of endless blood and killing. Krauser held the bone blade tightly, his eyes revealing cruelty and madness, waving the bone blade, launching a more fierce attack on Fisk. The bone blade drew sharp arcs in the air, like a trajectory of death. Every swing brought a burst of sharp wind sound, which seemed to be the wailing of the dead, making people shudder.

Every time an attack cuts through the air, it leaves a striking bloody mark in the air, as if it cuts through space. The scarlet mark is like a demon with bared fangs and claws, exuding a chilling breath. The mark seems to have its own life, trembling slightly, as if waiting for the next prey to approach. The cutting effect is like an invisible sharp blade, and wherever it passes, the air seems to be cut apart, making a heart-pounding sound.

Fisk's muscles are as hard as high-density armor alloy, and his solid body is full of power.

However, whether it was being rubbed by the bone blade or touching those eye-catching marks suspended in the air, it would leave a bloody wound.

When the bone blade lightly brushed Fisk's arm, a deep wound instantly appeared, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The edges of the wound were jagged, as if it had been bitten by a wild beast. The red muscles and white bones were clearly visible, which was shocking. And when Fisk accidentally touched the bloody marks in the air, he would also be cut instantly. The wound was like being cut by a sharp blade, and the blood quickly dyed the surrounding skin red.

This was the first time in a long time that Fisk had been injured so badly. He stood there, his body trembling slightly, blood gushing out of the wound, staining the deck under his feet red. There was a flash of surprise and anger in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that he would be injured so badly in this battle.

His pupils turned black, like an endless abyss, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura. Countless colorful light spots quickly gathered on his body. Those light spots were like bright stars, flashing brilliant light. They flew from all directions, as if summoned by some mysterious power. The light spots were extremely fast, leaving beautiful tracks in the air.

These colorful light spots gathered quickly, and were about to completely cover Fisk's body. The light became stronger and stronger, as if it was going to cover him in a magical world. However, at this moment, these colorful light spots seemed to have seen their natural enemies, making them feel terrified. In the blood rain, the colorful light spots quickly dissipated and turned into dots of light that disappeared without a trace.

"Do you want to cheat, Mr. Fisk?" Krauser could obviously see the colorful dots, and a mocking smile appeared on his ferocious face. The smile was full of malice and contempt, as if he was mocking Fisk's powerless struggle. His voice was like a roar from hell, with a biting coldness.

"If these elemental spirits stay within the range of the copper rain for even one second longer, they will be completely annihilated." Klausa's words revealed full of confidence and pride. He opened his arms, as if to show his great strength.

The blood-red rain poured down like a waterfall, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. It was as if every drop of rain contained the power of destruction, making those colorful light spots disappear into ashes the moment they came into contact. Krauser looked at Fisk with a provocative look in his eyes, as if to say, "You have no choice, just accept your fate of failure."

"Tsk tsk, is that so?" Countless white spots of light were crushed in Fisk's eyes. These white spots of light kept flashing. Fisk raised his hand again, and the colorful spots of light appeared again. This time, these colorful spots of light did not dissipate immediately, but quickly wrapped around Fisk's body.

"How is this possible?" After becoming a Khorne demon, a vast amount of knowledge poured into Krauser's brain, allowing him to understand the world more thoroughly, but what was happening before his eyes was obviously beyond the scope of the knowledge in his brain.

He stared with eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief. The scarlet copper rain continued to fall like a curtain, but those colorful light spots that should have disappeared in the rain seemed to be protected by a mysterious force at this moment. Not only did they not dissipate, but they became more dazzling. Klausa felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. He had never encountered such a strange situation.

He held the bone blade tightly, his wings trembling slightly, trying to find the source of this abnormal phenomenon. But no matter how he thought, he could not understand this scene that went against common sense. His eyes moved back and forth between Fisk and those colorful spots, and the doubts in his heart enveloped him like a dark cloud.

"What is going on?" Klausa muttered to himself, his voice full of confusion and vigilance.

But no matter what, he knew he couldn't delay any longer.

Krauser decided not to wait any longer.

A look of determination flashed across his ferocious face, and his eyes were fixed on Fisk, as if he wanted to eat him alive. His body shot out like an arrow from a bow, and he pounced directly at Fisk. The wind was whistling behind him, and his wings flapped violently, bringing up strong air currents.

The bone blade in his hand cut through the air, making a sharp sound, like the roar of a demon. The red runes on the bone blade flashed with a strange light, as if it was longing for blood and killing. The bone blade drew a sharp arc in the air, slashing towards Fisk with a killing momentum. Klausa showed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the scene of Fisk being shattered under his attack.

But, the next second, Klauser suddenly found himself frozen in the air. His eyes, which were filled with red flames, flickered, and he found himself being wrapped by a nearly transparent light blue whirlwind. This light blue whirlwind was almost invisible, but it held his huge body in place, unable to move at all.

Krauser used the bone blade in his hand to quickly cut through the surrounding whirlwinds. The bone blade collided with the whirlwind, making a harsh friction sound and sparks flying everywhere.

His strength was exerted to the extreme at this moment, and every swing was accompanied by a powerful momentum, as if to completely shatter the whirlwind that bound him. With his continuous efforts, the light blue whirlwind gradually weakened and finally dissipated into nothingness.

But when he regained his freedom, Fisk was already right in front of him. Fisk's eyes were cold and firm, like a cold-blooded avenger.

He opened his mouth wide, and the red-yellow flames swept towards Klausa like a long dragon. The flames surged like a violent beast, carrying the power to destroy everything. Klausa could feel the terrifying temperature contained in the long dragon of flames. The hot breath rushed towards him, and his skin instantly felt a burning pain. He widened his eyes, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.

He knew that the power of this flame was extraordinary, and if he was hit by it, the consequences would be disastrous. He quickly flapped his wings, trying to avoid this fatal attack.

At the same time, he raised the bone blade, ready to block the impending fire attack.

But a pair of hands suddenly grabbed the hideous devil horns on his head and pressed him down to the already broken shipboard. The hands were like iron clamps, tightly holding Krauser's horns, and the powerful force made it impossible for him to break free. Krauser struggled in fear, but the owner of the hands, Fisk, kept pressing him down without mercy.

As Krauser was pressed against the deck of the ship, his heart was filled with despair and anger. He had never thought that he would fall into such a passive situation and be controlled so easily by the enemy. However, at this moment, he was powerless and could only allow himself to be pushed towards the fate that was about to bring destruction.

The flames finally hit Klauser. The red-yellow flames were like a ferocious beast, instantly devouring Klauser. The scorching heat made Klauser roar in pain, and his body trembled violently in the flames. The flames seemed to have life, constantly eroding his body, scorching his skin, and burning his feathers.

Krauser felt as if he was in hell, and the endless pain drove him almost crazy.

The pain was like countless sharp daggers, piercing through his body, and every cell was wailing in despair.

This was the most extreme pain he had ever felt, as if the whole world was against him, pushing him into an endless abyss.

He struggled frantically, but Fisk's palm kept pressing down on his horns.

That powerful force was like a heavy shackle, binding him tightly and making him unable to break free. That force was like a towering mountain, pressing heavily on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Krauser's heart was filled with anger and resentment. He didn't understand why he was in such a desperate situation. His once proud eyes were now filled with confusion and despair. He couldn't accept the reality that he was being suppressed like this. His body was shaking in pain, and every inch of his skin seemed to be burning. The burning feeling was like being thrown into a raging fire, making him feel so painful that he wanted to die.

Krauser was in great pain. He twisted his head violently, and the horns on his head broke off. At the moment of breaking, it seemed as if a powerful force was released from his body.

The power was like a surging tide, instantly breaking through the restraints.

His body seemed to lose weight at that moment, and turned into a black shadow and disappeared on the spot. When he appeared again, he had already fallen into the sea.

The icy cold sea water began to boil in an instant, as if ignited by the high temperature of Klausa's body.

The sea water was rolling and emitting hot steam, as if it had turned into a pot of boiling water.

Klauser looked emaciated, his entire body looking like burnt charcoal.

His skin was dry and dark, as if it had been burned by fire countless times. There were fiery red spots in some places, which were like burning sparks, emitting a terrifying high temperature. Klausa lay in the sea, his body trembling slightly, trying hard to recover his strength.

However, the damage caused by the fire was too severe, making it difficult for him to recover for a while.

And Fisk would never give him time to recover. A whirlpool appeared on the calm sea surface, and the water was swirling and boiling. The whirlpool seemed like a huge black hole, emitting a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere. Under the influence of the whirlpool, the seawater formed a huge funnel shape, constantly spinning downwards. The speed of the water flow was getting faster and faster, making a deafening roar.

A huge whirlpool appeared at the port, and the mighty water flow kept spinning, making a thunderous roar. The diameter of the whirlpool kept expanding, as if it was going to swallow up the entire port. The pulling force in the whirlpool was so huge that even the oil tankers weighing hundreds of thousands of tons and the surrounding cargo ships docked nearby were affected. Under this powerful force, the oil tankers began to move slowly, and the huge hulls made creaking sounds, as if protesting against this irresistible force. The cargo ships were also pulled and swept into the whirlpool. They struggled on the edge of the whirlpool, but could not escape the powerful attraction.

As the whirlpool continued to expand, the buildings around the port began to shake, and some small warehouses near the shore were directly sucked into the whirlpool and disappeared without a trace.

Krauser struggled hard in the whirlpool. He wanted to flap his wings and fly high, but his wings had been burned to ashes in the flames. Despair and anger intertwined in his heart. He was unwilling to be swallowed by the whirlpool. A dazzling blood-red light burst out from Krauser's body. The light was like a burning flame, as if it would evaporate all the surrounding seawater. He kept trying to resist, his muscles tensed, and strength surged in his body. However, the huge whirlpool around him was spinning faster and faster.

The sound of bangs continued to ring out, and all the ships docked at the port were no longer controlled and moved towards the depths of the whirlpool. They were like toys being pulled by the hand of fate, and they had no power to resist the powerful force. The ships collided with each other, and the steel bodies made dull collision sounds and sparks flew. The huge impact force caused the hulls of the ships to deform and break instantly. They turned into steel and debris, and those steel debris further increased the lethality of the entire huge whirlpool.

Iron and steel fragments spun rapidly in the vortex, like sharp blades, cutting everything that came close. The entire vortex was like a steel meat grinder, ruthlessly devouring everything around it. The sea water was stirred into turbidity and foam splashed. Klauser looked so small and helpless in this terrifying vortex. His power was gradually weakening, and the blood-red light was slowly dimming.

Fisk was flying in the air, his finger pointed to the sky, golden light flickered on his finger, and the bone blade made of Krauser's ribs and spine appeared on his palm unconsciously. The bone blade exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, and the golden light flowed on the blade like a dancing flame. Fisk's eyes were cold and firm, like a god who controlled life and death.

Fisk waved his hand fiercely, and the bone blade flashed with golden light and stabbed towards Krauser. The light was like a flash of lightning, instantly cutting through the air. The bone blade flew at an astonishing speed, carrying an unstoppable force. In an instant, the bone blade pierced Krauser, and the powerful impact force turned Krauser into minced meat. The flesh and blood splashed in the vortex and was instantly swallowed by the rotating water. The once powerful Khorne demon was now completely destroyed under Fisk's attack.