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Chapter 180 Three to One
Jacques, who was thrown several meters away by the power of this punch, rolled on the ground for a few laps, barely used the power of the lantern ring to stabilize his body, then he raised his head and looked at the merciless iron fist in front of him in disbelief. .

After taking off the helmet, the vicissitudes of life were engraved on the face of Wumin Iron Fist, his beard and hair were disheveled and gray.But even so, his face had an arrogance that looked down on all sentient beings. On the left side, there was a deep bone scar from his forehead to his cheek, which made his face look extraordinarily ferocious.

The blood mixed with the liquid that was not known to be the rupture of the eyeball or the brain flowed out along the wound, no matter from which angle you looked at it, it was a fatal injury, but the iron fist of Wu Mercy licked the liquid that flowed to the corner of the mouth with his tongue, as if it didn't matter at all. Taking this wound to heart, the only remaining one eye stared at Jacques scorchingly.

"What's the matter, look at your surprised look - do you think that after taking off my helmet, I will become that useless Bruce Wayne and let you slaughter me?"

Jacques gritted his teeth and stood up again, but he felt a piercing pain in his chest every time he took a breath.I don't know how many ribs were broken by the fist that received Wu Min's iron fist just now. Although the lamp ring can heal him, I'm afraid his combat effectiveness will drop sharply during this period of time.

No, even without this injury, he probably has no chance of winning against the Wumin Iron Fist who still has divine power.

As if seeing Jacques' decline, the corners of Wumin's iron fist raised slightly, stroking the scars on his face but did not attack Jacques immediately.

"It seems that the outcome has been decided. The blow just now was your last wild bet. It was very beautiful, and it did hurt me——I almost forgot when was the last time I was injured like this .When I slaughtered the gods of Olympus in my world? Or when Diana woke up and tried to take the helmet off my face."

When the name Diana was mentioned, Wu Mercy's iron fist obviously showed fleeting complex emotions, but soon his face returned to ice-like indifference.

"But it seems that you and Diana made the same mistake—you must think that I was just affected by the helmet of Ares and turned into a puppet of the helmet of the God of War. Then you underestimate me."

Jacques could see that some kind of energy fluctuations rushed to his face while he was speaking with an iron fist, and the wound on his face had begun to stop bleeding and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The source of these energy fluctuations is the thick armor on Wumin Iron Fist!
At this moment, Jacques immediately understood the reason why the Iron Fist of Mercy still possessed powerful divine power after losing the helmet, and some of his doubts about the Iron Fist of Mercy were also readily resolved.

Jacques had already been puzzled while reading the comics before. It is clear that what Mercy Iron Fist first wore was Ares’ horned helmet, but the back turned into a bat-winged style; it is clear that once his helmet is said to be worn You can’t take it off, but in the comics it’s obvious that he took off his helmet, but he can still use the power of the plot
But now when Jacques sees the scene in front of him, he already understands the reason.

"You recast Ares' helmet not only to create your own exclusive style of God of War helmet, but also this set of armor on you also has the function of giving you the power of God of War!"

It's too bad, Jacques originally thought that as long as he took off the helmet, he would be able to capture the Iron Hand of Mercy, but judging from the current situation, the only way to make Iron Hand of Mercy lose his combat effectiveness is to completely strip the armor from him .

And after hearing what Jacques said, Wu Mercy looked at him with a little more appreciation, but even so, the cruel and tyrannical aura on him did not diminish in the slightest.

"It seems that you already know the current situation, so as a reward for successfully injuring me, I will give you another chance—surrender to me, or die heroically in front of me!"

"In this case, there is only one answer."

Jacques barely stood up straight, and then took a deep breath, let alone fighting, just this action made him ache all over again.

"Don't wait, hurry up and do it."

"Hmph, answer with a lot of backbone, then as you wish—"

"I'm not talking to you."

Crash-bang!

I saw a torrent passing across the air, and the drowned resentful soul rushed towards the Wumin Iron Fist at a high speed under the acceleration of the water flow. I don't know if it was because of the injury to the left eye that caused a dead angle, and the Wumin Iron Fist had no time to make a move. Dodging or defending, he was punched firmly in the face by the drowned resentful soul, and bright red blood spattered from the re-opened wound.

"You're pretending to be decent, but the blow just now has caused you a lot of serious injuries. Finally, you can beat your self-righteous ugly face hard!"

Drowning Wraith's body has also been modified to be different from ordinary people. After taking the punch with Wumin's iron fist, he took two or three steps back in a row, but Drowning Wraith did not miss the chance to pursue him, and flew towards him with a kick. Kick at the door.

However, when the soles of her boots were less than five centimeters away from the face of the Wumin Iron Fist, she was stopped abruptly—the Wumin Iron Fist grabbed the ankle of the drowned wraith with extremely agility. , making it immobile.

"I've become weaker, but it doesn't mean you've become stronger—the power gap between gods and humans cannot be bridged by your shoddy plastic surgery."

Gahahahah!

With a little bit of force with the fingers of the ruthless iron fist, the ankle of the drowned resentful soul made an unpleasant sound of bones breaking.

Then Wu Mercy swung the Drowning Resentful Soul up with an iron fist, and after a half-circle, it slammed her down beside Jacques like throwing a hammer.

At this moment, several thick vines suddenly appeared from the ground and bound his hands and feet.At the same time, dozens of translucent green materialized shields descended from the sky, surrounding it from all directions and completely covering it.

However, with just a little force on Wumin's iron fist, the vines were instantly torn off, and those shields that wanted to trap him couldn't stop his casual blow.

"The alliance of the weak is useless—even if this delays time, my self-healing ability is still better than yours."

Wu Mercy's iron-fisted words were not just bluffing, the wound on his face had stopped bleeding and healed again, and his movements gradually became faster.Jacques knew that the reason why he didn't immediately break through the encirclement and rush in front of them was because he was on guard against Jacques's revolving throwing knife, but after he continued to recover enough to have the confidence to avoid this throwing knife, it was their time of death.

The ankle of the drowned wraith has been severely swollen, and it may take a long time to recover, as is the injury of Jacques' sternum.

But at the moment of lightning and flint, Jacques had already thought of a new plan.

"Brucey - I have a plan, but I need your cooperation."

(End of this chapter)