Meiman: Assassin Wushuang of a Wizard of Science

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"Let me declare in advance that if I don't hit you this time, I promise not to take any hit lists about you next time."

Deathstroke crossed his swords in front of his chest in preparation for battle.

At the same time, Li Fan did not dare to underestimate the enemy and was ready to draw his sword and strike.

"Well you Slade! Don't forget who invited you here."

The Riddler, who was stuck to the wall, roared hysterically.

At first, he didn't have much objection to sticking to the wall, until Solomon Grandi on the side began to recover.

The corrosive creeping and the stench emitted made our Nygma completely unbearable.

"Then it seems that I can escape the bounty from the world's strongest mercenary. This is my honor."

Lei Deng stood there holding the hilt of the knife. Neither of them made the first move, but instead continued to communicate in a friendly manner.

"Then who makes the first move?"

"Elderly first."

"Hmph, slick tongue!"

The two were like ancient Chinese heroes, always looking for flaws in each other's actions, but Deathstroke took priority.

The shiny black crocodile double blades were like the giant mouth of a crocodile, attacking Raiden's abdomen and head respectively.

He is worthy of being the strongest mercenary in the world, and he adopted the most effective technique against drawing swords from the very beginning.

After all, if a katana wants to be unsheathed, it must be drawn out in a straight line.

Therefore, if the attack is launched from two different angles of the abdomen and head at the same time, the katana cannot effectively block.

It's just a pity that this super mercenary failed to calculate it.

At this time, Li Fan was already a thunderbolt, and both his equipment and combat style had undergone tremendous changes.

"Ah!"

Raiden saw that the two double blades were about to stick to his alloy skeleton, and his left hand gently pointed towards the trigger of the scabbard.

"Exit!"

boom!

The moment the trigger was pulled, the samurai sword in Li Fan's hand was like a bullet being discharged.

As a silver-white waning moon appeared between the two, it quickly broke apart with a sound.

Li Fan instantly executed an arc slash at an impossible speed.

So fast!

Feeling the resistance from the two daggers, Deathstroke clearly understood the failure of his first round of attack.

Not only that, he seemed to have discovered something unusual about Raiden's equipment.

Thinking of this, Deathstroke also stepped back suddenly, avoiding the attack range of the katana in Li Fan's hand.

"It seems that the armor you are wearing is very powerful."

The death knell sounded again like a demonic whisper.

"No, it should be said that it's not just the armor that's powerful, but you as a person.

It should be said that now this is part of your true strength. "

Listening to Deathstroke's soliloquy, Li Fan just put the knife back into the scabbard without comment, without comment.

Because he is still absorbing the flood of memories, he has not fully adapted to his current identity.

Now there is another person's memory in his mind, but he can clearly feel that this memory does not belong to him.

Even the restless element named Jack wanted to escape from time to time and was challenging Li Fan's psychological defense.

"In this way, I have to be serious in order to fulfill my employer's requirements for me."

Deathstroke tied the cloth strip on his right hand back to the top of his head, and suddenly stabbed himself hard in the ribs.

If someone who didn't know saw this scene, they would think that the strongest mercenary in history was crazy and actually harmed himself.

But when Li Fan saw the death knell movement, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Because he knew that this was Deathstroke's desire to activate the bloodthirsty part of his body's genetic modification, so as to achieve the strongest state of his combat effectiveness.

Holding the katana in his hand, Li Fan knew that a fierce battle was inevitably about to begin.

"When the time comes, don't say that I'm older and bully you because you're younger."

Deathstroke untied all the fire in his body, leaving only two steel knives and the tactical dagger on his body.

"Then I would rather obey your orders than be respectful!"

Using all his body engines and body skills, Li Fan pounced, intending to strike first.

But the death knell is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He used a dexterous move to show off his moves, and then they got into a close fight.

After all, the katana is still a mid-range combat weapon. In short-range combat, the double-edged sword in Deathstroke's hand still has the advantage.

For a time, because Li Fan and his memory had not yet been fully integrated, and Deathstroke had entered a serious state, the two were actually inseparable.

The knife in his hand kept swinging, and the scars all over his body began to increase. Li Fan and Deathstroke were like two tireless blacksmith masters, fighting crazily.

But as physical fatigue followed.

Li Fan felt more and more uneasy.

What's more, the death knell on the opposite side has already begun. Due to the excessive injuries, he is in a state of losing his mind and killing red eyes.

"Come again, come again!"

Deathstroke, holding a pair of swords, relied on his own rapid healing and slashed crazily at Li Fan's body.

This pair of knives is like a peanut meat grinder. Each knife will create sparks on Thunder's armor and tear off part of the flesh.

Everyone thought that Raiden had almost lost his ability to parry. After all, the more he was beaten, the more damaged his body became. However, Deathstroke still maintained a high combat effectiveness, and even got stronger the more he was beaten.

boom!

But at this moment, Li Fan also drew his sword, instantly blocking the fatal injury that hit his neck.

"Hahahaha, do you think you're the only one going crazy?"

Thunder's one eye suddenly turned the same demonic scarlet as Deathstroke.

The voice also became shrill and eerie - reminding others present of Gotham City's other criminal mastermind, the Joker.

Li Fan began to exude a huge aura, and he finally completely integrated his memory with himself.

※The wind is howling, and standing in front of you is a real hero.

"Then it's time for Jack the Ripper to appear!"

Following Li Fan's words, a fierce duel began again between the two.

The swords collided rapidly, producing a large number of sparks. Except for Death Shooter, no one on the side could clearly see the afterimages of their fight.

This kind of battle suddenly became anxious again.

One is a bloody beast with red eyes, and the other is a laughing demon with red eyes. Everyone present can't even figure out which side is the decent character.

But at this time, a disruptor suddenly appeared.

“Baptized on Monday!”

After resurrecting and locking the door, Grandy suddenly rushed into the battlefield. Although he didn't know who this man with white hair and armor was?

But he knew he just had to kill these people because they were not on the Joker's side.

"die!"

Jack the Ripper slowly uttered one word.

Muramasa was thrown into the air by Li Fan, and he also turned somersaults, coinciding with the trajectory of the katana.

Kata!

With a soft sound, the katana was installed on Li Fan's right foot.

Then a burst of light passed by.

Solomon Grundy lost his head again.

And beside him, there was only a white demon with red eyes.