The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

"Nothing, it's just a technology that transforms a person's entire body, including bones and even eyeballs, to replace them with ones that are most suitable for combat." Yan Luo explained.

"I see. In that case, it will become stronger?" Frank asked, "Wouldn't it become more bulky?"

"If the whole body is mechanical, think about it carefully. It is indeed the case. It may not be more flexible than when you are in the flesh, but whether you become stronger or weaker is a matter of opinion. At least," Yan Luo thought for a while and said, "At least with that kind of body , the resistance is definitely much stronger than that of flesh and blood."

Frank pondered for a long time. He suddenly raised his head and wanted to say something, but found that Yan Luo was no longer beside the bed.

At this moment, Yan Luo had arrived at the control room. He observed the scene outside through the pinhole cameras densely distributed outside the "Yam Luo".

If you just observe the smoke, dust and ruins in this way, you can't see how far the New York War has progressed.

Yan Luo was injured and his body was on the verge of fatigue. Although nothing seemed to have happened now, if he got into a fight, the injury would be easily involved and worsened.

However, now Falcon Dragon, Frank, Ines, and Black Cat have all been injured to varying degrees, and Yan Luo can no longer bear to let them continue to fight.

But if there is no fight, then the benefit Yan Luo will get from this battle in New York is only more than 60,000 arcane dust.

Sixty thousand arcane dust is of course a large amount, but Yan Luo is not satisfied with sixty thousand, he wants to get as much as possible.

However, everyone was injured, and now the overall combat effectiveness of the Heroes Association has fallen to a low point. If they continue to fight, it will be a militancy.

Yan Luo suddenly regretted using the 'Quick Healing' so early. If there were a few quick heals now, then Yan Luo could kill without restraint.

"How can we quickly recover our physical strength and try to make more money?" Yan Luo pondered.

By the way, I now have 67160 arcane dust, which can be strengthened to the seventh level. If I reach the seventh level, will all my current injuries be restored?

Thinking of this, Yan Luo immediately locked himself in a small room to strengthen himself.

Hot, very hot.

This intensification was very different from the past. In the past, it was painful, but this time it was unprecedentedly hot.

"What's going on? Did I enter the enhanced password incorrectly?"

Yan Luo's brain was running, and large beads of sweat flowed out unconsciously all over his body, especially on his head. The sweat kept flowing on his face like a waterfall.

"Oops, keep doing this"

Yan Luo's throat was surging. He knew that if he continued like this, he would become dehydrated.

"No, I need to rehydrate."

Yan Luo climbed to the table, reached out and grabbed the water glass, and gurgled half a glass of overnight water into his stomach.

"Still thirsty."

Hair fell one by one. Yan Luo looked at the black hair on the floor in disbelief. You know, he had always been proud of his beautiful hair.

"Impossible, how could I lose my hair?"

Yan Luo tried to grab a handful on his head, and a strand of black hair was grabbed by him. Suddenly, his heart sank.

As his heart sank, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his heart, then his vision went black and he fainted.

When I woke up again, I didn't know how much time had passed.

Yan Luo was confused for about a minute at first, because system problems always came so suddenly, and then he started thinking seriously.

"If this is magic, I don't need to be proficient in electricity, fire, etc. In the Overlord Realm, to put it bluntly, I can do everything, but I can't do anything." Yan Luo said, "The Blood God Realm."

Suddenly, his heart beat suddenly, and the beating sound was like beating a drum, and the sound filled the whole room.

"Damn it, this heart is indeed strengthened. It can beat so loudly. I'm still fine."

Opening the door, Yan Luo walked down the corridor step by step, feeling the changes in himself.

Strange, nothing seems to have changed.

Yan Luo stared at his right hand carefully, and suddenly, he saw through it.

He actually saw the dense blood vessels in his palm, and even the capillaries were clearly visible.

But what is the use of this ability? Yan Luo couldn't understand it.

The wind outside started to become noisy.

Many refugees were trapped under the rubble with no one to save them.

Yan Luo walked on the crumbling streets with sparse black hair. Looking at the current trend in New York, he couldn't help but secretly lament that war can destroy all prosperity.

The portal in the sky transporting the Chitauri army had closed at some point, and Yan Luo secretly sighed that he still hadn't been able to make the last profit.

Walking on the street, you can't see a single living monster. You can only see corpses lying on the ground, including monsters, soldiers, and heroes.

Many heroes Yan Luo had never met died in this battle.

A man covered in blood walked forward. The man's right eye was bloody. It seemed that he had been blinded in the war.

Wait, this man looks familiar.

"You, is it you?" The man asked when he saw Yan Luo.

"Oh, yes." Yan Luo said.

"What are you doing here?"

"Check to see if there are any fish that have slipped through the net. Solve them and make some money, that's all." Yan Luo said, "Then who are you?"

"Oh, I don't understand what you said." The man said, "Have you forgotten me? My name is Jin Jialan, and I am the director of that boxing gym."

"Oh, I remembered that I once trained at the karate gym you opened." Yan Luo thought about it.

"It's Taekwondo." Jin Jialan corrected.

"Yes, Taekwondo." Yan Luo said.

"I am no longer what I used to be. Mr. Stark compensated me for you and also spent a high fee to build a mechanical cervical vertebra for me." Jin Jialan said, "I'm tired day after day. I train hard just so that one day, when I see you again, I can beat you to the ground with my own hands and prove my strength in Taekwondo."

"Little brother, you are on a narrow road." Yan Luo said.

"What?" Jin Jialan didn't understand what Yan Luo was talking about.

"I would venture to ask, how many times do you think your current strength is compared to your original strength?"

"At least three times." Jin Jialan said.

"Really? This shows that you have grown up well, but now I am at least ten times better than before. Are you sure you still want to fight me?" Yan Luo said expressionlessly, with a strong oppression in his voice. feel.

"Now I can bend an iron pipe with one kick. Can your vagina be harder than an iron pipe?" Jin Jialan said.

"Okay, come on then." Yan Luo said calmly.

"Wait, it can't happen now. I just experienced a few deadly battles with those monsters. As you can see, my eyes are injured and my body is very tired." Jin Jialan said, "My home, my martial arts The hotel has been destroyed, and now I just want to find a place to stay."

Yan Luo looked at the ruins all over the city. It was clearly like an apocalyptic world. It was unknown how many people had been displaced because of the Battle of New York.

"I can provide you with a safe place to live and take care of food and accommodation. My place is short of handymen, so you can do it, but without any salary," Yan Luo said.

"What? I'm a great fighter, and you want me to be a handyman?" Jin Jialan's voice was filled with anger.

"Otherwise, we will starve to death in the ruins?" Yan Luo asked coldly.

"You ah ah! Didn't the government open a shelter? There are so many homeless people," Jin Jiahuan said through gritted teeth.

"Have you considered it?" Yan Luo said, "I will only give you one chance to think about it."