Although Sloan was black, the contrast between blood and skin wasn't obvious.
But there was indeed no blood flowing out of these bullet holes. Instead, wisps of black mist spurted out.
Sloan's movements weren't affected at all. Instead, he pounced at Luke even faster.
Physical damage was ineffective?
This thought flashed through Luke's mind. He left his guns and pulled out two sabers from his waist.
At that moment, the two of them were already very close, and Sloan's Mauser was empty.
He threw away the Mauser and grabbed at Luke with a ferocious expression as he roared, "You actually forced me to use my trump card? Die!"
Pu! Pu! Pu!
Luke brushed past him in an instant, and there was the muffled sound of flesh being cut.
Sloan turned around abruptly, his face full of shock and anger. "Impossible. How can you be so strong? "
As soon as he said that, a large amount of black mist gushed out of the dozen wounds on his upper body and enveloped most of his body.
Luke also turned around. The smile on his face was gone, and he seemed to be deep in thought. This black mist smelled like an old acquaintance.
Even an ordinary person could smell the strong smell of sulfur and rot in the black mist.
Why did it smell like that old monster Mephisto?
Across from him, Sloan's face and body were vaguely distorted, as if they were about to turn into black mist.
Luke lunged forward again, and the sabers in his hands turned into two balls of light that enveloped Sloan's upper body.
Even though Sloan had only been slashed dozens of times, he still didn't choose to defend himself. His fists rained down like rain, and his movements were experienced and skilled. He was actually an expert in close combat.
The big boss of the Fraternity, Sloan, this old man who seemed to be about to enter his coffin, actually used his fists instead of his guns as his trump card?
This was really f * cking awesome.
Thinking that, an invisible and colorless layer appeared on the two sabers in Luke's hands.
Elementary Annihilation activated.
Pu! Pu!
Sloan, who had been slashed dozens of times in a second, no longer had his previous momentum. He howled miserably and rolled on the ground.
Just now, Luke had applied Elementary Annihilation to the two sabers.
The moment the two sides crossed paths, Sloan's two arms and two legs left home without hesitation.
He, who had thought that he had hidden his strength well and was invincible in the world, was immediately defeated.
At this moment, Sloan's heart was crumbling.
This ability to nullify physical and elemental damage was something he had painstakingly obtained from the Loom of Destiny.
This ability was both terrifying and practical.
Relying on it, Sloan had escaped from certain death several times.
The Fraternity's big boss and financial backer was extremely powerful, but they still couldn't get around him to control the Fraternity because he had this terrifying ability.
Not only did the other party fail to teach him a lesson, he even took revenge on him.
Sloan didn't kill the sugar daddy directly. He only killed the sugar daddy's top bodyguards.
After that, everyone lived in peace.
He continued to control the Fraternity, and the sugar daddy could only use money to order the famous killers to act.
Their relationship was closer than that of an employer, but it was definitely not a master-servant relationship.
It was also because of this ability that Sloan went from using a gun to secretly learning a variety of combat skills, allowing him to become an incomparably powerful killing machine in both close and long range combat.
Being immune to physical damage also meant that there was no limit to how long his Physical Outburst could last.
He could easily kill everyone else in the Fraternity together, so nobody dared to resist him.
But there was a price to pay for using the ability to nullify damage, and it would take some time to prepare.
Sloan knew that the price would be terrifying, and he wouldn't use it unless he had to. Thus, he allowed his subordinates to be killed one after another, but he didn't take action.
Thus, he could hold back when Luke killed his subordinates.
As long as he could kill a powerful opponent like Luke, losing some subordinates would be worth it.
The sugar daddy had plenty of money and resources. After three to five years of training, famous killers would emerge, and the Fraternity would be able to recover.
Also, after watching his subordinates fight Luke, he was sure that he could kill this arrogant guy.
After all the famous killers were dead, he knew that he had to take action.
Even if there were dozens of guards outside, they were just a bunch of chickens and dogs against Night Devil John.
When he took action himself, the first half of the battle was no different from what Sloan had imagined.
Luke's bullets were useless against him, and even after he switched to two sabers, he was only putting up a last-ditch struggle.
The black mist that spewed out would soon return to his body, and he would be unharmed again.
Many powerful enemies had a mental breakdown after witnessing such a scene, and they immediately fled.
He decided to catch this troublemaker and slowly torture him to death in order to vent his anger at his subordinates' deaths.
Those famous killers were very useful tools, and it really hurt him to see them all die.
But in this second melee, no, it should be Luke's one-sided melee, Sloan was unlucky.
The saber, which had been attached to Elementary Annihilation, easily cut off his limbs.
But this time, black mist didn't spurt out of his wounds, as if they had been sealed by something. Even his limbs that had been cut off were scattered everywhere.
Not only that, as long as he activated the ability to nullify damage, the pain would be greatly reduced after he was injured. But now, his wounds felt as if they were being corroded by sulfuric acid.
Sloan struggled and screamed on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear. "No, that's impossible. Why is this happening? "
Where's the immortal body that God gave me? Limb regeneration? Pain reduction? His mind was filled with these thoughts, and even the pain in his body couldn't suppress these questions.
Luke sheathed his saber and couldn't be bothered with the old guy.
Without his limbs, Sloan was just a fat sheep on the chopping board.
Picking up the two MP7s that he had thrown away, he quickly reloaded them and rushed out of the factory. Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out, and the guards' panicked cries rang out.
Then, the gunshots became fewer and fewer, and the shouts quickly disappeared. In the end, it was dead silent outside.
Then, Luke returned.
Sloan was trying his best to move, his body wriggling like a maggot as he fled to a certain exit.
He walked over with an expressionless face, raised the knife in his hand, and swung it down.
Pu!
Duang！
Sloan froze. He slowly looked down and saw his chest, abdomen … and then nothing below.
The lower part of his abdomen had already been kicked ten meters away by Luke.
Intense pain shot through him, and he screamed again.
Without looking back, Luke walked deeper into the factory and smiled. You can still run without your arms and legs? Do you really think you're amazing with your abs? Let's see how you're going to jump after I break your waist!
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