"Why waste words with him? Since he is a Martial Artist from the Mythical Realm, he wouldn't be that easy to kill. I've been holding my anger back from all the nonsense we endured earlier. Let
discipline him first!" Karls clenched his fists tightly, and with the strength of a Level Seven Psychic, a single punch could even shatter a small mountain range.
"Captain, don't kill him, we still want to have so fun later!"
"Yeah, Captain, leave him so breath!"
"Got it!" Karls twisted his neck, his face revealing a ferocious smile, "Just co quietly with us. No need to suffer like this, but if you insist, we'll satisfy you!"
Karls's fist, like a teor, smashed towards Zhang nglong's chest with such speed and power that it left no ti for reaction!
"Vajra Indestructible Skill!" Zhang nglong's skin suddenly flashed a dark golden sheen, and a thick and tough power flowed through his limbs and body.
"duang～"
In the eyes of the other mbers of the Supernaturals Alliance, this punch would have cost Zhang nglong, if not his life, then at least half of it.
Psychics are already far superior in physical quality to ordinary people. A god-level Psychic could easily exceed a hundred ters in a second when running, and their punching power is asured in tons — and that's just for ordinary Psychics.
But for a power-type Psychic like Karls, his strength was many tis, even tenfold, that of an ordinary Psychic, and if anyone else in the team took a punch from him, it would likely result in severe injury.
However, the expected scene of flesh and blood flying did not occur, and even Zhang nglong's footing didn't waver. Instead, Karls's fist made a solid impact on Zhang nglong's chest, producing a tallic clang.
It was as though the punch had not landed on a body of flesh but rather on a steel-forged city wall.
Karls's fist trembled slightly, his face suddenly flushed red, and he looked extrely pained as large beads of sweat continuously rolled down his forehead.
He had used sixty percent of his strength with that punch, but even then, that was several tis the power of an ordinary Level Seven Psychic. Force having its equal and opposite reaction, his fist felt as though it was about to split from pain.
"Put so effort into it, didn't you eat?" Zhang nglong looked up, smiling at him, "And here I thought you were formidable. Is this all you've got?"
"Not only are you an Ancient Martial Artist, but are you also a Psychic?" Looking at Zhang nglong's golden skin, Karls showed a surprised expression; only tal elent Psychics could gather the tal elent to their body parts to gain strong attack and defensive power.
"What Psychic? This is called Vajra Indestructible Skill, it's Huaxia's ancient martial arts. Ever heard of Gu Santong, the undefeated naughty boy? If not, why don't you go watch 'The Greatest in the World,' that TV series, huh?"
"Don't get cocky!" Karls increased his strength to eighty percent, and his next punch fiercely landed on Zhang nglong's cheek.
"daung!" Still, a thick sound echoed, and Zhang nglong did not retreat half a step.
"Can you even fight? How many days have you gone without food? You can't even throw a proper punch, and you're in the underworld?"
"This is impossible!" Karls couldn't help but retreat a couple of steps. Even if Zhang nglong was a tal elent Psychic, with a body's defensive power several tis stronger than an ordinary Psychic's, there was still a two-level gap between them. No way could he have taken such a powerful hit without a scratch!
"Let
show you what I'm capable of," Zhang nglong raised his fist, "Ever seen a fist as large as a sandbag?"
"Pegasus teor Fist!"
In that instant, Karls suddenly felt a deadly sense of crisis and imdiately crossed his arms in defense over his cheeks.
Almost at the sa ti, a bone-chilling pain swept through his entire body, as if hundreds of fists had struck him. His chest caved in deeply, bones shattered extensively, his face showing disbelief as he spat blood and flew out.
Wasn't he just at fifteen units of energy intensity? How could he possess such terrifying physical quality?
"Snap!" Karls collapsed on the ground powerlessly, his bones completely shattered, rendering him unable to move. If not for the powerful life force of a Psychic, he would be dead by now.
"No way, you go down so easily? I haven't even started trying yet!" Zhang nglong blew on his fist, "I still have a few more punches I haven't shown!"
"He's not just any Psychic, let's all go at once!" The other four realized, if they still couldn't see how terrifying Zhang nglong was, then there must be sothing wrong with their brains.
A fireball with a diater of over a ter, carrying a scorching temperature, hurled towards Zhang nglong.
"Brother, your fireball is a bit small!" Zhang nglong muttered, "Let's see what playing with fire really ans. Card Escape! Ka da kou nao ji zi!"
A blaze erupted from Zhang nglong's mouth, consolidating into a huge fireball over 5 ters in diater.
The redhead Psychic's fireball was instantly devoured, but Zhang nglong's Great Fireball Technique showed no signs of weakening.
"Block him!"
The blue-haired Psychic imdiately conjured an ice wall made of crystals in front, and instantly a large amount of steam filled the area.
"No good, his Supernatural Abilities are too strong, help !"
The remaining two Psychics also activated their abilities, erecting a wall of earth and a wall of trees in front of them.
"Boom!" A massive explosion occurred, and a mushroom cloud ford directly on the ground.
"How can he possibly have two types of Supernatural Abilities?" Although they barely managed to withstand his Great Fireball Technique, Zhang nglong still greatly shocked them.
It was common knowledge in the Second World that a person couldn't possess Supernatural Abilities of two different elents, as having two types of energies from birth would lead to a rejection causing the body to collapse.
And yet, Zhang nglong not only wielded the power of tal, but now he could also breathe fire!
"Whew! It's a bit hot!" Zhang nglong fanned the air with his hand, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.
"He can even control the temperature!"
"What kind of monster is he?"
"Not bad, managing to block my Great Fireball Technique, how about this one?"
Zhang nglong ford hand signs, "Water Pain, Water Dragon Bullet nao ji zi!"
"Splish, splash, splash!"
A vortex suddenly appeared in the artificial lake near the highway, and a massive water dragon more than 20 ters long slowly rose, and with the sudden drop in temperature around, it turned into an ice dragon!
"Mokamoto, I xi ji zi qi kai yi kuo tan!"
A common camphor tree by the roadside began to grow violently, ten ters, twenty ters, then transford into a wood dragon thrashing its claws, and the two dragons swirled around Zhang nglong, delivering a huge visual shock and ntal pressure.
"He has hidden his strength! He definitely has more than 15 units of Energy Intensity!" At that mont, these five mbers of the Supernaturals Alliance finally began to panic.
Although the instrunts still showed that Zhang nglong's Energy Intensity was 15 units, they could feel that both the quality and quantity of Zhang nglong's abilities greatly surpassed theirs.
And faced with a monster possessing five types of energy, how were they supposed to fight? Perhaps only those who had advanced into the Mythical Realm could stand a chance against him?
"Wood shield, Luxurious Sofa Technique!" Zhang nglong casually ford another sign, and a sapling by the roadside instantly turned into a wooden chair that landed under his buttocks.
He sat down on the chair, looking down at them with a condescending attitude.
"You know guys, if you're going to kidnap, could you be a bit more professional? 89 countries, and you can't even find a few decent thugs, I'm embarrassed for you. I'd like to go with you, but my strength just doesn't allow it!"
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