Luke also charged forward. Facing the opponent's incoming fist, he turned around and used … the Cloaking 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 changed shape, 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, he was also quick to react. 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 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 moving at full speed earlier, but he could take his time now.
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 been prepared for such a simple and crude jumping tactic. He simply pushed the thrusters a little 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 brushed past Luke.
Luke watched as the man continued to rise. He didn't intend to attack.
He had brought Bronski to the deserted park, instead of killing him in the air, for the sake of a little experiment.
A violent meaty monster that looked similar to Green Fatty was perfect for him to test out the strategy that he had been thinking about for a long time.
But Dr. Banner was quite an honest person, and was 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, Bronski, who was isolated and had no magic ability, could not be spared.
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 he jumped up, he had to acknowledge Newton's greatness, and his body would honestly succumb to the 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 fall 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, and one of his arms was already slightly deformed.
23% damage. 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 punches, and it was also the toughest 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 absorb 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 charged forward again.
Despite the excruciating pain in his hands, Bronski had no choice but 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, he was actually only seriously injured in his hands, which were showing signs of recovery.
Even if his recovery speed wasn't Intermediate Self-Healing, it wasn't that far off.
No wonder Bronski was so arrogant as to try to pick a fight with Green Fatty.
While Luke was sculpting the model, he also observed the test subject.
Bronski hesitated for a moment, but was once again drowned by the anger brought by the Taunt skill. "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 was stuck in the ground.
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Luke's expression changed after the successful attack, and he retreated a few meters.
Bronski's other arm swept past where he had just been standing.
Then, he pulled his head out of the ground with a ferocious look in his eyes.
Luke made a mental note: Strong resistance. Regular armor can't do much damage to him.
Ignoring the pain in his head that felt like it was going to split open, Bronski ran at Luke on all fours.
That way, he didn't have many openings, but he looked even more like a mutant toad that was hopping on the ground.
Luke raised his hand and activated a restraint device that was almost touching Bronski's face.
The black cylinder popped out into a net and covered Bronski, but he pulled it off impatiently.
Looking at the alloy net that didn't last a second, Luke made a mental note that "normal restraint devices are ineffective." He then threw out another cylinder.
Bronski had just wiped the net off his face when another black cylinder exploded in front of him.
Black liquid stuck to his ugly face like glue, obstructing his vision, breathing and sense of smell.
"Ahhh … huh?" Bronski wiped his face a few times and finally got rid of some of the black liquid, before he opened his mouth and roared.
The third black cylinder followed closely behind, shooting into his wide open mouth and exploding.
Gulp! He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of the medicine, which tasted weird, and went down his stomach.
Bronski's eyes were bloodshot. "You despicable b * stard!"
Luke, however, continued recording the experiment report: The face-hugging device had a certain degree of control, and needed to be invested in it.
Bronski charged at him fiercely, and Luke turned and dodged like a matador, before he kicked the man in between his thighs.
He didn't forget to add one more thing to the experiment report: Emotions are easily out of control, and actions are easily induced.
Red-eyed, Bronski only rolled twice before he got back to his feet.
He was about to go crazy with anger.
There was no end to Luke's equipment, but there was only grass and sand on the golf course, and he couldn't grab anything for a long-range attack.
Bronski's last bit of rationality reminded him that this wasn't a battlefield for him.
Glaring at Luke with hatred in his eyes, he turned around and ran west of the city.
He was an elite special forces soldier who was proficient in indoor and street battles. He had to return to the city to fight this guy, so that he wouldn't be at such a disadvantage.
Also, a Dark Knight wouldn't be able to use his full strength in the city because of the safety of ordinary people.
Bronski, on the other hand, had no such concerns, and could still find a lot of suitable items to throw at him.
But after running for about ten meters, Bronski felt dizzy. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Luke, who had followed him, recorded again: Very resistant to drugs. The super tranquilizer has some effect.
But it would only take a few seconds for the super tranquilizer to be used on an elephant, and Bronski only staggered a few steps before he started crawling again. His movements were just a little uncoordinated.
Seeing that the guy was still trying to run west, Luke recorded again: Still able to think logically.
At the same time, he flashed to Bronski's side and smashed several black cylinders into the guy's limbs when the guy started to pick up speed.
The cylinder exploded, and white mist spilled everywhere, adding layers of white to Bronski's dead body.
Shocked and furious, Bronski looked at his hands and feet. "Damn it, liquid nitrogen!"
But he only paused for a moment before he sped up again.
Luke frowned and made another note: Low temperatures don't have much of an effect on them.
Recording this, he quickly approached Bronski.
The guy would be out of the golf course in a matter of seconds. He couldn't let him run away like this.
With a "don't take me" expression on his face, Bronski slapped Luke.
Perhaps because of his fury, this slap was much faster than before.
Luke only had time to raise his hand to block it, before he was sent flying.
In the air, he immediately adjusted his thrusters and posture to quickly push himself back to the ground. His legs pushed off the ground as he sped up and passed Bronski.
Luke waved his hands, and a large number of bat darts covered the space in front of him.
Bronski was confident in his physique, and the darts weren't worth mentioning.
Then, a series of bat darts hit his hands and body.
He felt a strange numbness from where he had hit the bat darts, as if he had been stung by a wasp.
Bronski couldn't help but curse, "You son of a b * tch, I'm going to b * tch …"
Unmoved, Luke simply added another line to his experiment log: The paralysis toxin had almost no effect on him.
Too many people were cursing him; this one didn't make a difference. However, he had to run a few more experiments tonight.
Thinking that, he raised his hands and shot out a series of rope darts.
Bronski was having a mental breakdown at that moment. Damn it, how many damn things did this guy have on him?
He finally understood why Batman and the Dark Knight were so intimidating even though they didn't use guns. These strange pieces of equipment were much scarier than guns.
Most people wouldn't feel uncomfortable when they ran into them, but would simply die.
What was even more frustrating was that there were too many rope darts in front of him!
Even though Bronski didn't want to touch them, he couldn't escape through the gaps in the web of rope darts, and crashed into them.
Blue and white electric arcs immediately lit up on the rope darts, and tiny crackling sounds echoed throughout the golf course.
Bronsky screamed "Aaaaaah!" but he took a determined step forward and made a last effort to break into the street.
He believed that the Dark Knight wouldn't dare use these things on him if he had a few hostages.
The electric shock alone would turn a regular person into charcoal in a matter of seconds.
Luke heaved a sigh. Fine, this guy had high resistances.
He had used hypnosis and hallucination at the beginning, but the guy was only angrier and wouldn't submit to his mind control.
The tranquilizers, paralysis toxins, hypothermia, and electric shocks that followed were all ineffective.
It seemed that more experiments were needed! Luke raised his hands and abruptly stopped the electric shocks as he approached the guy.
Inevitably, Bronski's senses slipped, and he didn't notice two black objects stuck to his heels at all.
They were the original form of the new generation of nano boots.
Fu immediately activated the boots with her super authority.
Luke abruptly sped up and charged at Bronski from the side.
Bronski still slapped at Luke with his enormous palm, which even caused a sonic boom in the air.
Luke increased the power of the thrusters and pulled back the rope darts, which circled behind Bronski and successfully dodged the attack.
Bronski didn't waste any more time with Luke, because he was finally on the street.
Seeing the cars on both sides of the road, Bronski couldn't help but grin hideously. Now, it's finally my turn to fight back!
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