Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 789: I’m going to hit 10!
In the snow-capped mountains of the Alps, three berserk figures are fighting fiercely.
In the space of tens of feet around them, violent snow waves rolled like raging waves. Every time the physical body collided, shock waves visible to the naked eye would erupt, accompanied by the roar of gold and iron clashing.
With one against two, Steve did not lose the slightest bit.
Even judging from the situation on the scene, he still had a slight advantage, suppressing the two power armor fighters.
If it was the past, he would never have dared to imagine that he could suppress two power armor fighters in a head-to-head confrontation.
But after mastering that new power, he could feel that he was different.
It was a feeling that couldn't be described in words. It was like a reborn newborn, a huge change from the inside out, which opened up the treasure house of genes in the human body and broke the chains that had bound him all along.
And all these changes originated from that demonic arm.
Steve didn't know where it came from, but he could vaguely guess that the terrifying monsters he encountered on the Siberian ice sheet back then had something to do with his arm.
Is it a...gift? Or... a curse?
However, these things have nothing to do with him for the time being.
There is only one thing he needs to consider now, and that is how to use his fists to smash the remaining two power armors.
Boom boom boom...
Between the fist and the front collided, Steve's momentum became more and more violent.
Due to the capture order issued by the Red Skull, the two power armor fighters cannot use lethal weapons, so they can only choose to fight head-to-head. The persecuted retreated without a way out.
"Opportunity!"
Steve seized the opening at that moment, leaned forward and rushed forward, the whole ground seemed to tremble.
Among the tumbling snow waves, a violent figure smashed through the layers of air, and the left fist, which had already accumulated strength, swung a left uppercut with a full moon arc from bottom to top.
There was a loud bang, and the left fist hit the steel helmet of the power armor.
The terrifying force spread out inch by inch along the fist bone like a mountain roaring and a tsunami. It was smashed like a watermelon.
Bright red mixed with viscous white matter, like a blooming coquettish thing, embellishing the monotonous snowfield.
Steve, who was contaminated with filth at close range, his eyes became more red and violent, as if he was affected by that force, his violent aura rose to a higher level, and he rushed towards the other person like a mountain pressing down on him.
The Power Armor warrior didn't make any waves, just like a dead body, he punched Steve directly.
Steve blocked the punch with a shield, raised his foot and kicked heavily towards the knee of the power armor.
The joints are the only weak point of Power Armor, but it is only relatively speaking. If it was the old Steve, it would be fine even if he kicked it, but the problem is that the current Steve is no longer what he used to be. up.
Crack!
The power armor warrior let out a muffled grunt.
His knee was kicked hard, Bai Shengsheng's bones pierced through the armor, and he knelt down on the ground in reverse twists and turns.
Before he could make any counterattack, he was punched in the face.
The huge force caused his whole body to fall to the ground, and the steel helmet even burst into cracks.
Steve directly discarded the shield, rode on the power armor warrior's waist, and waved his fists like raindrops.
Punch after punch, it seems to be venting the anger in my heart.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang...
Through the electronic eyes of the helmet, the soldier could only see countless fist shadows falling. At first he could barely resist with his arms raised, but then he gradually lowered his arms, as if he was a corpse.
"Die to me!"
Steve raised his left arm high, gathering that strength, then bent down suddenly and smashed down.
Bang!
A power armor warrior was punched in the chest, blood spewed wantonly from the visor, and the tumbling snow waves around him were several meters high, enough to resist a cannon from the front of the pottery steel, and even couldn't withstand this brutal barbarian attack. Force, cracked and dented amidst the sharp whine of metal.
Amid the overwhelmed wailing, the earth collapsed like a fragile block of tofu.
The powerful power armor fell apart under this punch. The warrior inside was only a mortal body, how could he bear the punch force that even the power armor couldn't bear?
"AHH!!!"
Steve seemed to be venting the anger in his chest. The roar shook the nearby snow-covered mountains and forests, wantonly venting the violent impulse.
Although this arm endowed him with strength, it also had a disadvantage, that is, it inspired the most primitive human impulse to kill violently buried deep in his heart.
Just like the current Steve, his eyes are red and violent, he doesn't even look like a hero at all, he is just like a big villain.
Huff.....Huff...
Steve exhaled hot white air from his mouth, his eyes were red, and he slowly raised his fist.
A large piece of sticky hot blood dripped along the fist bone. Steve took off the helmet of the power armor and raised it to his eyes. With a cruel smile: "Red Skull, is that all you can do?!"
Through the remaining electronic eye, Steve seemed to be able to see the appearance of the Red Skull jumping into a rage, and this was exactly what he wanted.
"Red Skull, you are dead!"
With blood on his face, Steve looked like a big villain, and said with a smirk, "No matter where you hide, no matter how well-protected you are, I will find you out and let you die in hell." Repent!"
"The premise is...you can do it."
The scarlet electronic eyes flickered a few times, and a familiar voice came out from the helmet: "Steve Rogers, although I don't know how you obtained that power, but if there is only this level, it is killing you." Not mine."
"Really?"
Steve sneered, and said disapprovingly: "The power armor warriors you are proud of have all been dealt with by me, and they are simply vulnerable, and I really want to know how many of them you have. Power armor?"
The reason why he said such a thing was not because he spoke wildly.
Steve clenched his left arm slightly, feeling the surging force, and he felt that he could really hit ten.
Furthermore, according to Howard's calculations, the number of power armors in Hydra is extremely scarce. Except for those supplied to the German frontline, there are only about eight power armors in that mountain base at most.
He has killed four of them, and there are no more than five or six left.
Having mastered this brand-new power, he now has doubled his confidence. Just five or six power armors, can't he solve it in minutes?
"Hahahahaha... so this is your confidence?" Red Skull's sneering voice clearly echoed in the snow through the helmet: "You don't think naively, I only have four power armors, right?"
"Even if you still have ten power armors, I can still smash them!" Steve said proudly.
"Then please Captain America, let me see it."
The cold and hoarse voice of the Red Skull in the helmet made Steve couldn't help but feel a slight chill on his back.
Crack...crunch...crunch...
The sound of stepping on the snow came from behind, and Steve looked back subconsciously.
The ten power armor warriors neatly stand like ghosts in the dark night standing among the dense snow-covered forests. Their huge bodies and scarlet electronic eyes exude a palpitating sense of oppression .
"According to your request, I sent ten."
An annoying voice came out of the helmet: "Now please let me see ~IndoMTL.com~ Captain America, the creation of the pinnacle of biotechnology, and Hydra's most cutting-edge mecha technology, who is better Let's go."
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If you could turn back time, Steve would like to go back a few seconds.
Not for anything else, just want to be simple, to slap the arrogant self a few seconds ago to death, why do you have to yell and beat ten?
This is great, they really sent ten power armor fighters.
"Howard, if I can go back this time, I will definitely beat you until you can't get out of bed for three months!" Steve cursed secretly in his heart, that unreliable **** Howard, that's what he swore, Absolutely no more than eight Power Armors?
Pure fart!
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