The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

The Master of Sports secretly lamented. If he hadn't seen that the Blade Eagle's arms were frighteningly thick and hadn't been careless, the baseball bat in his hand might have been knocked away by the opponent's enormous force at the first moment of the exchange.

However, although his weapon hadn't been knocked away, he himself was now unable to escape. The Master of Sports was already trying his best just to maintain the current situation with the Blade Eagle, and he simply didn't have enough strength to push his opponent away. As for trying to withdraw by force, that was even more impossible. Judging from the Blade Eagle's increasingly pressing momentum, the Master of Sports knew that he would probably be split in two the moment he tried to force his way out.

'Luckily, I'm not alone,' the Master of Sports thought, feeling fortunate, as he caught sight of Deathstroke swinging his twin swords at the Blade Eagle out of the corner of his eye.

Turning his flexible head, Yang Le also saw the menacing Deathstroke. He kicked the Master of Sports away, raised his arms, adopted a boxing stance, and faced this martial arts master head-on.

Deathstroke Slade, unlike the Master of Sports, whose physical abilities were at the peak of human potential, Slade was an enhanced human. His physical abilities were generally more than ten times that of a human, and his brainpower was far beyond that of ordinary people. This made him not only a martial arts master but also a tactical genius. Even Batman wasn't 100% confident in taking down Deathstroke in a one-on-one fight.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Physical qualities ten times that of a human gave Deathstroke the capital to face the Blade Eagle head-on. In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged dozens of blows, and the sparks that flew even lit up the dim gymnasium.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Taking advantage of the Blade Eagle's enormous force, Deathstroke jumped into the air, blocked the twin swords, and freed a hand to pull out a pistol. As his finger不停不停ly pulled the trigger, Deathstroke emptied the magazine in the blink of an eye.

"Ora, ora, ora, ora!"

Adopting a stance, the Blade Eagle's arms turned into countless afterimages. In a burst of metallic clangs, all the dozen or so bullets were blocked by the Blade Eagle.

Honestly, with a pistol of this caliber, it was impossible to pierce the Blade Eagle's skin. Those bronze-colored feathers weren't just for show; the defense they provided was also considerable.

One had to know that the Blade Eagle could even hold its breath and live in space for a short period of time. Based on this point alone, everyone could understand the Blade Eagle's physical strength. However, not being able to pierce didn't mean it didn't hurt, so it was better to avoid taking a few hits if possible.

Yang Le's barrage of lightning whips defended against all the attacks, but the nearby facilities were out of luck. The brand-new facilities instantly became covered in bullet holes, completing the American school's KPI.

School shootings were an important part of the American school experience and had to be tasted.

Deathstroke landed steadily and, the moment he landed, threw out several black marbles. The marbles exploded the moment they touched the ground, and a thick black smoke instantly enveloped the figures of Deathstroke and the Master of Sports.

Yang Le chose to lie on his side the moment the smoke dissipated and then began to rotate rapidly. The speed of rotation was so fast that it even stirred up a small tornado, sweeping up all the smoke covering the gymnasium and exposing Deathstroke and the other who were still running to find an angle of attack.

"I'm not falling for these tricks," Yang Le said, doing a carp jump to his feet. "If you surrender now and reveal the Light Society's plan in its entirety, I might spare your lives."

Unlike the Master of Sports, who was stunned by Yang Le's quick counter, Deathstroke immediately drew a knife, bent over, and prepared to launch another attack. Yang Le also adopted a stance again, preparing to have another head-on confrontation with Deathstroke.

Deathstroke reached behind him as he ran, as if preparing to draw another knife from his back. However, what Yang Le was waiting for wasn't Deathstroke's storm-like twin blades but a flashbang grenade that seemed familiar.

Having learned from the past, when he saw the unknown object Deathstroke threw from his back, Yang Le made a judgment in the first moment, which was to change form.

Before the flashbang grenade exploded, a beam of white light preemptively lit up. If the intensity hadn't been insufficient, Deathstroke would have thought that Yang Le had also thrown a flashbang grenade. When the white light dissipated, a slender humanoid figure composed of rose-red and indigo-blue crystals appeared in front of Deathstroke. It was Crystal Crusader, who hadn't appeared in a long time.

Yang Le, who had transformed into Crystal Crusader, stared directly at the intense light emitted by the flashbang grenade. When the intense light shone on Crystal Crusader, a dazzling rainbow halo appeared behind him at the same time, but it was only for a moment. When the intense light disappeared, the halo also disappeared.

"He has another form," Deathstroke couldn't help but mutter.

Combat was a back-and-forth process. From the moment they made contact, both sides were constantly probing with moves, all in order to find out the opponent's habits and flaws. Deathstroke had just adapted to the Blade Eagle's fighting style, and Yang Le had changed his appearance, which not only meant that Deathstroke had to repeat the above steps but also that Yang Le, as his opponent, was very likely to seize an opportunity.

One had to know that Yang Le had only changed his appearance, not become a different person. It was impossible for him not to remember the process of fighting Deathstroke just now.

Having noted in his mind that flashbang grenades had no effect on Yang Le, Slade pulled out a submachine gun from the tactical belt on his chest and once again began firing ammunition.

However, this time Yang Le's response was completely different from before. He didn't dodge or avoid, letting the bullets hit him like raindrops.

"I should have thought of that," Deathstroke grinned. "For these superhumans, ordinary bullets can't possibly be effective."

"Maybe you should try a bigger gun," the Master of Sports, who had been invisible for a long time, jumped out at this time. He was carrying a baseball bat on his shoulder and holding a baseball in his hand. Of course, everyone present wouldn't think it was just an ordinary baseball.

"Try this!" The Master of Sports threw the baseball into the air and swung at it with his bat when it fell to the right height.

"Bang!"

The baseball was very fast, but its target wasn't Yang Le but the audience席 on Yang Le's right. The baseball hit the ground, and a loud noise rang out, and the gymnasium began to shake violently.

Looking back at Deathstroke and the Master of Sports, they had long since disappeared without a trace. Yang Le originally wanted to chase after them, but who knew that the loud noise just now was only the beginning. After a few seconds, several more loud noises came out, and this time the gymnasium didn't even shake; it collapsed directly.

The collapse of the building stirred up a hurricane. Deathstroke and the Master of Sports, who had long escaped, stood on a building outside the campus and watched. Because the gymnasium was connected to the teaching building, the teaching building also began to shake and collapse at this time.

"The commotion this time is not small," the Master of Sports said with a smile.