Kryptonian: Man of Steel

His face was as pale as paper, as if all the blood had been drained in an instant. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and every drop condensed extreme pain and struggle. However, in this seemingly desperate situation, the body of the bell showed an amazing vision.

New organs and tissues began to grow slowly in the originally broken wounds. Those broken internal organs and torn blood vessels began to reassemble and heal under the action of a mysterious force. It was like a torn painting, which was gradually repaired under some magical power and restored to its original integrity and beauty.

This is the self-healing ability of the bell, a magical power beyond the understanding of ordinary people. There is a special healing factor in his blood, which makes him heal physical injuries much faster than a normal person. This ability makes him almost immortal in battle, and no matter how serious the injury is, he can recover in a very short time.

However, this self-healing ability is not without cost. Every injury will put a huge burden on the body of the bell and consume a lot of energy. More importantly, this self-healing process will seriously affect his mood and mental state. Every time his wound heals, his emotions become more violent and crazy, as if an invisible force is eroding his sanity.

At this moment, the bell is no longer the calm killer. There is a flash of violent and crazy light in his one eye. His chest rises and falls, and every breath seems to be filled with the wrath of thunder.

His heartbeat echoes in his ears, like the beating of a war drum, stimulating the murderous intent deep in his heart.

"Ho ho~~"

The roar squeezed out from the teeth of the bell is like a roar from the depths of hell, full of endless murderous intent and anger, enough to scare anyone who hears it.

The body of the bell trembles violently under the violent energy, his muscles are as tight as steel, and every inch of his skin is beating with violent flames.

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

There is a crazy light flashing in his eyes, as if he has lost his mind, leaving only endless desire and murderous intent for prey.

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

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

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

Every time he jumped and sprinted, there was a strong sound of breaking through the air, which made people shudder.

"He actually entered the mad dog state all of a sudden?"

Luther looked at the death knell like this.

He knew how much damage his punch had caused to the death knell. His super vision allowed him to penetrate the flesh and bones of the death knell and clearly see that the punch shattered his internal organs and crushed his ribs.

The organs in the chest of the death knell, which should have been soft and elastic, turned into a bloody chaos at this moment. The heart was smashed to pieces, and blood gushed out, staining his chest red.

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

These fragments of flesh and bones were forced to gush out of the mouth and excretion cavity of the bell due to the huge squeezing and impact force. The scene was extremely tragic.

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

However, it was shocking that the bell could still stand up with such injuries, and became even more crazy and fierce.

His self-healing ability was frantically repairing the damaged body. Although the process was painful and long, he seemed to be completely unaware of it.

However, the recovery process was not without cost.

The bell had completely lost his mind now, and the hunger tortured him crazy.

The only thing left in his mind was the desire for blood and killing, which was the only way to relieve the pain and violence in his heart.

Just when the bell was about to pounce on Luther, Luther suddenly moved.

Luther kicked out fiercely, as fast as lightning.

His toes kicked accurately on the chin of the bell, making a crisp sound of bone breaking.

The kick dislocated the jaw of Death Bell, and his neck was immediately broken. The whole person flew up like a kite with a broken string, and did three and a half backflips in the air, and then hit the wall heavily.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar echoed in the empty field, shaking the air around him.

Death Bell, a warrior who was once known for his violence and cruelty, fell heavily to the ground like a boulder hit by a giant hammer.

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

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

His one eye looked at the sky absent-mindedly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, mixed with the dust, looking extremely embarrassed.

Although his body was still trembling slightly, he no longer had the violence and cruelty he had before, but was replaced by a deep fatigue and weakness.

Luther's face was expressionless, as if the battle just now was just a trivial matter to him.

He glanced at the bell lying on the ground, then walked over, each step seemed steady and powerful.

Just as Luther was about to walk to the bell, the bell suddenly opened his eyes.

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

His body bounced up from the ground at an incredible speed, and he pounced on Luther like a cheetah.

His mouth opened, full of white teeth, aiming directly at Luther's throat.

Luther's reaction speed was no less than that of the bell. He calmly observed the bell's movements and accurately grasped the bell's offensive.

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

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

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

The bell's eyes began to become bloodshot, his breathing became more and more rapid, and a low roar 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, like green earthworms wriggling.

However, no matter how the death knell struggled, Luther remained calm and composed.