Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 623 Crush
His face was as pale as paper, as if all the blood had been drained instantly. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, each drop embodying extreme pain and struggle. However, in this seemingly desperate situation, Deathstroke's body showed a surprising vision.

The originally broken wound began to slowly grow new organs and tissues. Those broken internal organs and torn blood vessels began to reorganize and heal under the influence of a mysterious force. It's like a torn painting that is gradually repaired by some magical power, restoring its original integrity and beauty.

This is the self-healing ability of Deathstroke, a magical power beyond ordinary people's understanding. His blood contains a special healing factor that allows him to heal physical injuries much faster than a normal person. This ability makes him almost immortal in battle. No matter how seriously injured he is, he can recover as before in a very short time.

However, this ability to heal does not come without a price. Every injury would put a huge burden on Deathstroke's body and consume a lot of energy. What's more, this self-healing process can seriously affect his emotional and mental state. Every time the wound healed, his emotions became more violent and crazy, as if there was an invisible force eroding his sanity.

At this moment, Deathstroke is no longer the calm killer, his one eye is shining with violence and madness. His chest rose and fell, and every breath seemed to carry the fury of thunder.

The sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears, like the beating of war drums, stimulating the killing intent deep in his heart.

"Ho Ho~~"

The roar squeezed out from the teeth of Deathstroke was like a roar from the depths of hell, full of endless killing intent and anger, enough to frighten anyone who heard it.

Deathstroke's body was trembling violently under the violent energy, his muscles were as tight as steel, and every inch of his skin was beating with violent flames.

Every nerve in his body seemed to be injected with electricity, making his movements extremely fast and agile.

He rushed towards Luther crazily, every move full of wildness and madness.

"You actually entered a mad dog state all of a sudden?"

He knew clearly how serious the injury he had just caused to Deathstroke. His super vision allowed him to penetrate Deathstroke's flesh and bones, and clearly saw that the punch shattered his internal organs and crushed his ribs.

He was on all fours, like a wounded cheetah, ready to pounce on his prey.

The ribs were like dry firewood smashed by a giant hammer, breaking into countless fragments and piercing into the surrounding muscles and blood vessels.

His self-healing ability was frantically repairing the damaged body. Although the process was painful and long, it seemed as if he couldn't feel it at all.

The ground was covered with these bloody things, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.

There was a crazy light in his eyes, as if he had lost his mind, leaving only the endless desire for prey and the intention to kill.

However, what is shocking is that Deathstroke was able to stand up despite such injuries and became even crazier and more ferocious.

Inside Deathstroke's chest, the organs that should have been soft and elastic now turned into a bloody chaos. His heart was shattered and blood spurted out, staining his chest red.

These fragments of flesh, blood and bones were forced to erupt from Deathstroke's mouth and excretory cavity due to the huge squeeze and impact. The scene was extremely tragic.

Every jump and sprint he made was accompanied by a strong sound of breaking through the air, which made people shudder.

His hands were like steel claws, grabbing Luther fiercely, as if to tear him into pieces.

Luther looked at this death knell.

However, the recovery process is not without costs.

Deathstroke has now completely lost his mind, and his hunger is driving him crazy.

Only the desire for blood and killing was left in his mind. Only in this way could he relieve the pain and rage in his heart. Just when the death knell was about to fall on Luther, Luther suddenly moved.

Luther kicked out suddenly, as fast as lightning.

The tip of his toe accurately kicked Deathstroke's chin, making a crisp sound of bone breaking.

Deathstroke's jaw was dislocated by this kick, and his neck was immediately broken. His whole body flew up like a kite with a broken string, volleyed in the air and flipped three and a half times, and then hit the wall heavily.

"boom!"

A deafening loud noise echoed in the empty field, making the surrounding air seem to tremble.

Deathstroke, a warrior who was once known for his violence and ferocity, now fell heavily to the ground like a boulder struck by a giant hammer.

His body made a deep hole in the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Deathstroke's chest rose and fell violently, and every breath seemed to use up all his strength.

His one eye stared blankly at the sky, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, mixing with the dust, making him look extremely embarrassed.

Although his body was still trembling slightly, it was no longer as violent and ferocious as before, replaced by a deep exhaustion and weakness.

There was no expression on Luther's face, as if the battle just now was just a trivial matter to him.

He glanced at the death knell lying on the ground, and then walked over, each step appearing calm and powerful.

Just when Luther was about to walk to Deathstroke, Deathstroke suddenly opened his eyes.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, as if he had returned to that violent warrior.

His body bounced off the ground at an incredible speed and pounced on Luther like a cheetah.

His mouth was open, full of sinister white teeth, aimed directly at Luther's throat.

Luther's reaction speed was not inferior to Deathstroke's. He calmly observed Deathstroke's movements and accurately grasped Deathstroke's offensive.

Just when Deathstroke's teeth were about to touch his throat, Luther suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed Deathstroke's neck.

Deathstroke's throat was squeezed tightly by Luther, and he felt a huge force coming from Luther's arm, as if he was going to crush his neck.

He struggled desperately to break free from Luther's control, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake Luther at all.

Deathstroke's eyes began to become bloodshot, his breathing became more and more rapid, and a low growl came from his throat.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and every beat seemed to burst his chest. His blood vessels bulged under his skin, squirming like blue earthworms.

However, no matter how much Deathstroke struggled, Luther always remained calm and collected.

(End of this chapter)