I became superman when I died

Chapter 88 Who Will Talk First

The fist is broken.

No, to be more precise, it should be the wrist that was broken.The entire fist of the undead emperor maintained a clenched pose, and it was torn apart irregularly from the wrist by a huge force and fell to the ground.

Obviously, this fist is also very helpless.

After all, the object it was asked to hit was beyond its capabilities, bearing a weight that a fist shouldn't bear.

Even junior high school students know that the effect of force is mutual.Since the other party can't beat it, I have to break it myself.

Xia Qingqing Yazi sat in the back, blinking her eyes dully, feeling as if something was wrong.

With the fist of a monster like Beng Beng, and without even turning the neck.
This superman's defensive power has reached a level of terror that she cannot understand.

The only thing that is certain is that he is very hard, so hard that it is rare in the world.

She definitely didn't want to try it out for herself.

But despite being shocked, she didn't directly shut down, and reminded loudly: "Be careful, he heals quickly."

But the reminder is actually slow after all.Even before she had time to finish a sentence, a new hand had sprung from the cut in the undead Emperor's arm, regenerating at astonishing speed.

Jiang Bei's heart shuddered.Sure enough, the regeneration speed is so fast. Judging from this posture, it seems to be faster than Uncle Wolf.

In that case
Jiang Bei clenched his fist, a little harder than usual.

Punch out.

Xia Qingqing didn't know if it was her own illusion.She felt as if the moment Superman swung his fist, the sky seemed to be a bit darker.

The wind is surging, flying sand and rolling stones.The rubble at Jiangbei's feet rose into the air in a spiral shape with the cyclone, and was crushed to pieces the moment he swung his fist.

It was as if a vacuum area was formed around him the moment he punched his fist, and the dust-free area centered on him, even a speck of dust breaking into this area would only lead to annihilation.

The moment he punched, the eyes of the undead emperor were still full of fury and violence, like red-eyed madness.It seems that in his eyes there is only Superman in the world, and this object he will tear to pieces no matter what.

But within a few tenths of a second, all the madness and rage dissipated, like a black cloud blown away by the hurricane stirred up by that punch, it instantly disappeared into nothingness.

The extreme fear that dominates the instinct, even the lunatic who lost his mind can be shocked to regain consciousness.

And the moment he woke up, his widened eyes saw the extreme horror of the day and the earth, and at the same time, accompanied by questions that immediately flooded into his mind——

——What the hell am I doing! ?

The fist wind turned into an invisible air wave, like a layer upon layer of tsunamis rushing toward the face.Even his consciousness was almost swallowed by that punch, and endless remorse poured out uncontrollably in his almost stiff mind.

And the questioning of the demented self of a moment ago.

Are you fucking alive?Why do you have to mess with this pervert! ?
At one point, he even wanted to slap himself who was so inflated that he wanted to touch Superman after he had just upgraded a sequence.

Angrily scolded, you deserve it too?
Of course regret is useless.When his sanity recovered, he instantly lost all thoughts of resistance, and the last flame of fighting spirit was extinguished by the mighty power of this punch.

This is also a matter of course. If anyone is bragging about wanting to fight Superman, he must have never seen how exaggerated this fist can be.
Wait, no, I seem to be able to save it!
I am invincible!

At the moment before he died, a flame of hope seemed to flash in the eyes of the undead emperor.

It was really that the power of this blow was so terrifying that he even forgot his own extraordinaryness.Now he already possesses the physical body of a transcendent person, and he can regenerate even if he is crushed to ashes.

Although it is impossible to fight by visual inspection, as the saying goes, if you stay in the green hills, you are not afraid of running out of firewood. As long as you are not dead, at least you have a chance of escape.

The hope of life was rekindled in the eyes of the immortal emperor who thought of this.

Then he was beaten into scum.

With one punch, he was wiped out.

Xia Qingqing couldn't help but be speechless for a moment as he watched the monster that was so powerful in his eyes be smashed into pieces in seconds.

Although it is indeed a terrifying monster, it is only a monster after all.However, the one opposite it is a pervert with no limits.

Monsters can't beat perverts.

But of course she didn't forget about his tricky ability: "Superman, watch out for his regenerative ability! This guy says he can at least regenerate on a molecular level, even if he is crushed to ashes, he can turn back!"

Jiang Bei was slightly surprised when he heard that.

Good guy, so perverted?Isn't this the regeneration ability of Deadpool?
So he didn't dare to be careless, he raised his spirits to watch out for the opponent's regeneration and was ready to make another punch at any time. At the same time, his thoughts were spinning, thinking about how to deal with such an unbeatable opponent.

If the ashes can be reborn, it feels like no matter how you fight, it should be useless.Either find a way to control it, or simply throw it into the universe to make him stop thinking.
Wait and wait and wait.

1 minutes passed.

2 minutes passed.

5 minutes passed.

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A gust of cold wind blew by, lifting the cloak behind Jiang Bei.

He pondered for a moment, then turned his head to look at Xia Qingqing who was beside him with a dazed expression.

"By the way, is there such a possibility that maybe he won't come back?"

Xia Qingqing: "."

10 minutes passed.

The two people in the sequence promotion laboratory were also silenced.

It was a long time before the man said, "Why didn't he regenerate?"

As he said that, he turned his eyes to the person in charge wearing glasses: "Didn't you say that he is invincible at least these few days?"

"Uh, it should have been like this." The head of the person in charge began to sweat, "The transformed undead emperor can regenerate from the molecular level, and is almost immortal. We didn't expect this kind of situation in advance, it shouldn't be .Maybe the parameter is wrong, maybe he failed to meet the expected self-healing standard."

The man snorted lowly.

"That's all." He said, "Anyway, it was a failure, and I didn't expect him to do anything. It was nothing more than using the waste before death."

"Yes, yes." The person in charge nodded repeatedly while wiping his sweat.

"Record the experimental data and solve the problems exposed this time as soon as possible." The man said coldly, "Although the undead emperor is not a high-level person, he is also an important resource in the organization. You know the consequences."

The person in charge kept nodding and bowing: "I understand."

"In addition, although your research direction is interesting, you have to understand that this is not the only option for the organization." The man said lightly, "The Jingming branch's god-making plan has also made significant progress, and the organization's current focus is still on that. side."

"Of course." The person in charge patted his chest, "I promise not to disappoint the organization!"

The two were so focused on the conversation that they didn't notice that there was a third person in the room at some point.

Until a pair of red lights lit up in the dark.

The two turned their heads together.

Then in the same second, his expression exploded and he went into cardiopulmonary arrest.

"Then now," Jiang Bei appeared with red eyes, and said with a smile, "Who of you wants to talk about what the hell this 'God-making Project' is?"

(End of this chapter)