The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"Three minutes to take care of two enhanced warriors, that's efficient."

High above, the athlete sitting in the aircraft was watching the ground battle through electronic binoculars, commenting on Yang Le's performance.

Unlike Yang Le, who felt his efficiency was low, the athlete thought Yang Le was very efficient. This was entirely because their standards of judgment were different.

Yang Le himself knew what his true strength was. If it weren't to achieve a goal, and it was just a pure battle, he had plenty of ways to end it within a minute.

But in the athlete's eyes, Yang Le was just a variant that had been produced for less than a year. Looking at the data alone, there was nothing impressive about him, and the Justice League had even drafted him into their boy scout troop.

Considering the above points, the athlete only viewed Yang Le from the perspective of a young hero, but Yang Le's performance just now completely exceeded his expectations.

Now the athlete understood why those big shots in the Illuminati were so concerned about this variant. He didn't know what the other party did, but he suddenly gained several times the fighting power in a normal state. This ability was not recorded in the data.

"Looks like this variant is more interesting than the data suggests." The athlete rubbed his chin, wondering if taking him down here would be a great achievement.

Of course, just by looking, he knew that as an ordinary person, he couldn't gain an advantage in a direct confrontation with that kind of monster. Although the credit was attractive, he had to be alive to receive it.

"King Cobra, the situation has changed." The athlete took out the communicator. "Among the little rats who sneaked onto the island, one is the target of the adults. Tell your guards to take him down."

"What about the others?" King Cobra's cold voice came from the communicator. "If they run away, the Saint Prisca Island incident will be exposed."

"Don't worry about those little rats." The athlete smiled dismissively. "Let it be exposed. Anyway, the role of Saint Prisca Island has been completed, and it's time to discard it."

"Understood, I'll have Mammoth go over immediately." As soon as he finished speaking, King Cobra cut off the communication.

The athlete put down the communicator and raised his binoculars again. While he was contacting King Cobra, the battle situation had undergone new changes.

At this time, two more enhanced cultists had fallen on the battlefield, turning the score from one to twenty to one to sixteen. The battle situation was still not clear for the variant.

However, with the athlete's eyesight, he could see that the target variant was in good condition. As long as he used his mind control ability and invisibility to keep pulling the strings, he could still solve all the enhanced humans if he spent a little time.

But unfortunately, this delicate balance was about to be broken.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp sound of the air being torn apart cut through the already noisy night sky. Before everyone's eyes could lock onto the source of the sound, a behemoth had already crashed down from the sky.

"Boom!"

Like a thunderclap on the ground, the fleshy object crashed directly into the battle group. Both the enhanced cultists and Yang Le were affected by the impact, and the ground beneath their feet began to shake, almost losing their balance.

Before Yang Le could stand still, he felt a strong wind rushing towards his head. The air current pushed by the powerful force scraped his face painfully, and also made his heart sink.

Yang Le immediately understood that if he couldn't block this punch, then he would really capsize in the gutter.

Fortunately, the powerful fighting nerves of the Tetrarchs played a key role at this time. Yang Le took the lead to bend backwards and dodge this punch with a back bridge.

Without time to think, although the back bridge had miraculous effects at critical moments, it also left huge flaws for the enemy. Yang Le had to immediately distance himself from the enemy.

Grabbing the ground with both hands, Yang Le exerted force from his waist and abdomen, using his waist as the center point to pull backwards, dodging backwards in a backflip, and kicking the opponent's chin at the same time while dodging the enemy's pursuit.

As one of the weaknesses of human beings, the chin will make even the strongest person feel dizzy when hit, even enhanced humans are no exception. This kick not only stopped the opponent's offensive, but also gave Yang Le a chance to breathe.

After a few backflips to distance himself, Yang Le also saw the enemy's appearance clearly after regaining his footing.

The opponent was a male with orange hair. His physique, which was extraordinarily strong, was obviously also an enhanced human injected with the agent, but the body of the man in front of him was a few points stronger than ordinary enhanced humans, and his skin was relatively intact.

Obviously, either the other party had injected a higher grade of goods than ordinary cultists, or his body's adaptability to the agent was stronger than ordinary people.

In short, he was stronger than those enhanced humans who besieged Yang Le before, and looked like a boss in the game who was stronger than elite monsters.

The orange-haired man reached out and pinched his chin and pushed it upwards, and then a crisp sound came out. It seemed that Yang Le's kick had dislocated the opponent's chin.

After moving his chin, the orange-haired man grinned evilly and moved his shoulders, and said, "Not bad, you are much stronger than that Bain who was touted to the sky before."

The latest novel is first published on Liǔ Jiǔ Shū Bā!

"You are the enhanced human who defeated Bain?" Yang Le took a fighting stance, and while confronting the man in front of him, he was also quietly vigilant about the other enemies around him.

"It's me, you can call me Mammoth!" The man moved his shoulders, looking so indifferent, as if he felt that defeating Bain was just a trivial matter.

"That guy is nothing great, but he couldn't hold on after only three or two moves. If I had known that he was just a showy guy, I could have knocked him down in ten seconds."

Mammoth looked arrogant and conceited, but he quickly changed the subject and pointed his finger at Yang Le.

"But you are different. You can quickly react to my sneak attack and give a counterattack. You will definitely bring me a good fight."

'He's a battle maniac.' Yang Le instantly labeled Mammoth, and at the same time felt disdain for the other party's arrogant appearance.

What battle madman? What desire for a good fight? If you really want to fight, go find Superman to fight. Do you know that the little town boy can beat you to tears with three punches and two kicks, so you dare not go?

Thinking of this, Yang Le set another label for the person in front of him: bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

The well-developed and simple-minded Mammoth couldn't guess Yang Le's thoughts, but he could clearly feel Yang Le's contempt for him. How could this make the arrogant him bear it?

"I will definitely dig out your eyes after I win!" Mammoth said fiercely.

Yang Le didn't say anything, still posing in a boxing stance.