Luke charged forward as well. Facing the enemy's fist, he turned around and used the Cloak Kick.
The cloak on his back spread out to cover his figure.
Bronski simply swung his fist, not caring about the little trick at all.
In the face of absolute strength, all tricks were useless …?
Bronski felt the emptiness behind the cloak, and then the feeling of his fist smashing into the mud.
At the same time, a black leg flashed out of his blind spot and hit him hard in the cheek.
His face, which was as ugly as a toad's, instantly deformed, and spittle splattered in the air.
Bronski's neck was twisted, and he was sent flying eight meters away, before he rolled several times on the ground before he stopped.
Luke had used 50% of his strength in the kick, fearing that he might kill Bronski.
But Bronski didn't wait for the force of the roll to subside. He rolled to his feet and looked at where Luke had been, only to see that it was empty.
But with his enhanced physique, not only was he resilient, but his reaction speed wasn't slow either. He immediately raised his head.
In the night sky, an oval shadow with a trail of flames broke through the air and merged with Luke, who was more than a hundred meters in the air.
The originally thin Dark Knight's War Armor immediately became huge.
It was a defensive accessory that Luke had thrown out earlier. It hadn't been easy to connect when he was accelerating at full speed, but now he could take his time.
Roaring angrily, Bronski took two steps forward and abruptly charged at Luke with all his might. With a bang, he soared into the sky and lunged at Luke.
"Childish." Luke snorted.
He had long been prepared for such a simple and crude jump tactic. He simply increased the power of the thrusters and moved a few meters to the side.
No matter how hard Bronski tried to wave his hands, he was still half a meter away from Luke, and could only watch helplessly as he passed by Luke.
Luke watched the enemy continue to rise, and didn't intend to attack.
He had brought Bronski to this deserted park, instead of attacking him in the air, for the sake of a small experiment.
A violent monster that looked a little like Green Fatty was a perfect opportunity to test out the tactic that he had been thinking about for a long time.
But Dr. Banner was quite honest, and very resistant to turning into Green Fatty. Luke couldn't drag him out and beat him up just because he wanted to experiment.
Last time, the wizard in Daxi City was also like this, but that guy could eat people to recover from his injuries, and he also had the help of witches, so he was not suitable to be an experimental "tool".
Therefore, he couldn't let go of Bronski, who was isolated and had no magic ability.
Bronski roared angrily. Looking down at Luke getting further and further away, he couldn't help but think, Fako, you're jumping too hard.
The Dark Knight turned to look at him. The lenses of his visor flashed with blue and white light, as if he was mocking him.
But Bronski, who was suspended in midair, could do nothing.
In this world, the lid of Newton's coffin often breaks down.
But for Bronski, even after jumping up, he had to acknowledge Newton's greatness, and his body would honestly yield to the practical effects of the Three Laws.
So, he rose hundreds of meters into the air before he reached the top of the parabola, before he fell down again and smashed into the mud in the park.
In the ten seconds it took for him to go up and down, Luke only drifted a few meters. He watched Bronski go up and land, and successfully connected the defense parts.
When Bronski crawled out of the mud pit, Luke landed ten meters in front of him and crooked his finger at him. "Anti-Mother Anso."
Bronski, who was covered in mud, immediately took the Taunt. He roared and rushed forward, swinging his fists and punching out.
Luke didn't dodge, but met him head-on with a punch.
Boom!
Two equally huge fists collided, and a huge gust of wind burst out at the point of impact, forcing both of them to retreat.
Bronski screamed miserably, and one of his arms was already slightly deformed.
The damage was 23%. Looking at the damage notification on the screen, Luke was both surprised and reassured. This guy wasn't as strong as Green Fatty, but he wasn't much weaker either.
This was a part that Luke had specially designed for taking beatings, and it was also the sturdiest part, but a quarter of its durability had still been lost after one punch.
A heavy excavator player was truly terrifying.
Luke stepped back, creating a series of craters in the ground to mitigate the impact, before he pounced again.
Even though he was screaming in pain, Bronski reacted quickly and swung his other hand at Sheyan.
Boom!
With an explosion, the two huge figures separated again.
This time, Luke was sent flying, but Bronski rolled over ten times on the ground.
When Bronski got back to his feet, his hands hung limply in front of him, and there was fear in his eyes.
He wasn't Green Fatty, and didn't have the ability to get stronger the angrier he got, and he was mostly rational.
Although his violent emotions kept disturbing him, he could still see the basic situation.
The dark knight on the other side was wearing armor that was made of iron, and could be replaced if it was broken.
Bronski, on the other hand, was made of flesh, and couldn't be replaced if it was broken.
Luke, however, didn't give him any time to hesitate. Using the thrusters, he landed and charged again.
Despite the excruciating pain in his hands, Bronski had to raise them in front of his chest.
Boom!
Luke punched Bronski's crossed arms, and the sound of bones cracking was drowned out by the explosion. Bronski rolled away and fell into a sandpit.
The two of them, however, had already reached the golf course next to the park.
Standing on a slightly higher slope, Luke stretched out his arm, which was already a little stiff, and stretched out his armor. He then crooked his finger at the sandpit again. "Anti-Mother Onathor."
This time, Bronski, who staggered to his feet, hesitated.
He had just said that tricks were pointless in front of absolute strength.
He had indeed lost in terms of absolute strength. So, should he run?
Looking at the 32% damage to his left arm and the 45% damage to his right arm, Luke felt that he could try something else.
Beating up the enemy like this would be a waste of equipment.
Although Bronski looked miserable at the moment, his hands were actually only slightly injured, and they were showing signs of recovery.
Even if his recovery speed wasn't Intermediate Self-Healing, it wasn't far off.
No wonder Bronski was so arrogant as to try to pick a fight with Green Fatty.
While Luke was modeling, he observed the test subject's condition.
The hesitation that flashed through Bronski's mind was drowned out by the fury of Luke's taunt. "Die!"
His enormous figure stomped on the sandpit, sending up a huge cloud of dust that enveloped Luke.
Luke raised his hand to block Bronski's arm, and the scales and armor rubbed against each other with a sizzling sound.
Bronski's fist couldn't help but go down in the direction of Luke's arm.
Boom!
Another huge pit was left in the grass. Luke clenched his fists and punched Bronski's lowered head.
Duang！ Boom!
Bronski's head stabbed into the ground.
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