Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Despite being covered in dust and dirt, and with his arm nearly crippled, he basked in this brief moment of glory like a triumphant hero.

[Monitor for vital signs.]

[Detection complete.]

[The opponent's vital signs are 2.5.]

A series of mechanical sounds rang out; it was the automatic scanning device of the Mark armor, Stark's proud new creation.

Stark slowly walked towards the ruins.

That poor, big idiot must be completely unrecognizable. This is also a part of Stark's glorious record, and he wants to record it.

step.

step.

Step by step.

Stark felt like the most dazzling star, even walking with an air of arrogance that seemed to disregard his own family. This was more prestigious than walking the red carpet.

"Be careful."

A desperate shout came through the communicator.

Out of the corner of Natasha's eye, a burly figure rose from the ruins like a tank. Its skin was torn and bleeding, and green blood gushed out. The blood even had a foul, nauseating stench.

A moment.

Stark saw those bloodshot, crimson eyes, eyes that looked like demons crawling out of hell.

Stark was being watched intently.

About ten meters away from him.

The body was like a missile launched from the sky, and a fist like a giant hammer struck Stark's chest.

Suddenly.

Red light flashing.

Stark's Mark armor immediately emitted an alarm.

[Left-click weapon damaged 40%, right leg joint damaged 50%...]

Stark felt a tightness in his chest from that punch. However, instead of flying backward, he was grabbed by Abomination's other large hand.

"not good!"

Stark exclaimed.

The alarm sounding from his Mark armor made him turn pale.

[The booster is damaged; please repair it promptly.]

The alarm continued to sound, but Stark felt dizzy and his body slammed hard into the ground.

boom!

Bang bang bang!

Stark felt his vision shift wildly.

I hate that guy for treating Stark like a hammer, swinging him around repeatedly.

Stark's Mark armor is taking increasingly more damage.

finally--

Stark saw the blue sky.

Abomination swung his arm and threw Stark out completely. He was quickly tossed into the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Rumble!

Natasha didn't even have time to react, and the other soldiers stared in disbelief and shock.

everything is over.

Stark, the king of cool, lay amidst the ruins. The screen in front of him gradually dimmed.

"The system will shut down completely in five seconds."

"Five seconds."

"Four seconds."

……

"No, no, no, Jarvis, I need to get up. I, Stark, cannot fail." Stark's Mark armor was leaking electricity everywhere.

Sparks flew.

stab.

"Three seconds."

"Two seconds."

"One second."

Amidst Stark's shrieks, the Mark armor completely lost its operational capability, and everything fell silent, utterly still.

Stark lay in the ruins, blood gushing from his head.

A pair of eyes lost their confident color.

Stark tried to stand up, but he couldn't move an inch. He completely lost his confidence; what happened to the perfect ending?

The key point is that he tried to show off but ended up getting struck by lightning.

If Miss Yan were to see this horrific scene, Stark would be utterly humiliated.

"Superhero? He should be called Super Bear!"

His skin was torn and bleeding, but his bones and muscles remained unharmed. It was hard to imagine that such a huge skyscraper hadn't crushed him.

It is evident that the body of hatred is so hard.

Stark shuddered slightly as he heard the abomination's roar.

Could it be——

Is his lifelong reputation about to be ruined?

Natasha moved swiftly through the ruins, and suddenly, as she flashed past a wall of rubble, her eyes met a pair of scarlet eyes.

Then Natasha exclaimed in surprise.

Her body felt as if it had crashed into an armored vehicle, her internal organs seemed to be shattered, and her body flew away into the distance.

Boom!

Click!

Glass shattered.

Natasha grunted softly, her peripheral vision catching sight of Lin Yan leisurely sipping his tea. Was this the interior of a bar?

A hint of joy appeared on his face.

however--

There was no attention or care as expected, and certainly no concern or concern for their well-being.

Natasha looked at Lin Yan and Angel Yan and felt a tightness in her chest. She had choked on a mouthful of dog food, the biggest dog food in history.

"Are you okay?"

Lin Yan's voice rang out.

Just as Natasha was about to struggle to her feet, she heard Angel Yan's cold voice, "It's nothing, just a few wine glasses broke. I quite like it."

"If it breaks, just buy a new one."

Natasha, “…”

She was feeling utterly miserable; couldn't she at least show some concern for the disheveled beauty over there? But as she struggled to her feet, she spotted Stark lying in the distance.

He appeared to be on his deathbed.

Boom boom boom!

The ground shook, and Lin Yan looked into the distance, saying to Natasha, "It seems you still have a long way to go. Keep it up."

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"It seems you still have a long way to go. Keep it up!"

Lin Yan shifted his gaze slightly away from Angel Yan and calmly looked at Natasha, who was struggling to get up.

There is no trace of pity or pity.

even--

Natasha, “…”

Is this the same god who single-handedly turned the tide in the Battle of New York? Is he just going to watch the show this time?

boom!

Bang bang bang! !

Boom, boom! ! !

The heavy footsteps sounded like pile drivers, heavy and awe-inspiring. His hateful eyes burned with the flames of rage, their terrifying pupils bloodshot, as if they were about to burst from their sockets.

At this moment, hatred is completely dominated by anger.

He lost all reason; only one thought occupied his mind—to kill.

kill.

blood.

revenge.

Boom——

The tank-like body hurtled towards them, and to Natasha's horrified gaze, the Abomination had its sights set on Angel Yan, its immense strength combined with astonishing speed and the sheer force of its massive form.

"Not good, Yan."

Although Natasha was jealous of Angel Yan, she still exclaimed in surprise.

This woman, with her slender arms and legs, a waist so delicate it could be grasped, and skin as white as snow, so smooth and flawless, though arrogant and rude, would surely have her bones broken or even killed by this one blow.

It might even be very tragic.

Fragmented.

The abomination moved so fast that even Natasha couldn't react in time; it was as if the air itself was being compressed, creating a buzzing sound.

And at a glance.

Angel Yan remained calm and composed, her legs crossed, holding a cup of [Red Flame] in her hand, without moving an inch.

Arrogant posture.

Calm and composed.

Natasha was in a frantic rush, but the pain all over her body suddenly erupted. She groaned softly, but her gaze remained fixed on the wound.

“Run!”

Rumble, rumble!

Its tank-like body crushed countless cars along its path, and then, like a cannonball, it hurtled towards Angel Yan.

In an instant.

Smoke and dust were everywhere.

A cloud of dust instantly obscured everyone's vision, and Natasha could almost see Angel Yan's flattened body. That beautiful form was about to become a meaningless corpse.

A vibrant life has been lost.