Chapter 138 Drawing the Sword

"Buying your life? What are you talking about?"

Stark looked at the big boy in front of him with a strange expression, risking his life?

Just kidding, the man in front of me has a nuclear reactor and a whip with extremely strong current, but he can even cut off metal sheets easily.

Mercer was unarmed, how could he possibly deal with him.

"Kid, this is no joke. His target is me. You still have time to leave now."

After saying that, he hesitated for a while, then stood up and walked to Mercer to block him.

He didn't know why he did this. Maybe he began to regard himself as a superhero in his heart, a superhero who sacrificed for ordinary people.

Looking at the man standing in front of him, Mercer was slightly moved. People said that with his mortal body, he was as good as a god.

The last snap of the fingers really touched many Marvel fans.

But in the early days, Stark was very rude and arrogant, so Mercer was a little surprised to see Stark standing in front of him.

"For the sake of coming forward, I'll give you a half discount this time."

Mercer said. After speaking, he looked at the whip lock again and said.

"Kneel down and sing Conquest, and I can spare your life."

When these words came out, both Whiplock and Stark were stunned, because Mercer used pure Russian. It didn't look like it was learned by an outsider, but he was a native Russian speaker.

"What a joke!"

Whip Lock's right palm exerted force, and high-power current filled the slender whip in his hand. He twisted his wrist to drive his arm and whipped Mercer hard on the face.

Seeing Whip Lock suddenly take action, everyone around felt their hearts tightening. Oh no!

Stark could only watch helplessly as the whip gradually approached Mercer, with his clenched fists and nails digging into his palms.

At the same time, I was hating myself for not developing a more convenient armor.

If you could wear it at any time, you wouldn't be in this situation now, where you have to watch others die in front of you.

Stark, filled with sorrow and hatred,

Just as Stark was condemning himself in his mind, Mercer's gentle sigh came to his ears.

The next second, a very light sound of wind was heard, and a breeze blew by.

When Stark opened his eyes again, the pain he imagined did not come. He looked forward and his pupils shrank instantly.

I saw that the whip lock still maintained the swinging posture of his right arm, but the forearm above his right arm had disappeared.

On the ground, a severed arm lay quietly there, holding a whip full of electricity in the palm of his hand.

"my hand!"

It took Whip Lock about ten seconds to react, and he cried out in pain while holding his broken arm.

Waves of heartbreaking pain instantly shot through his arm, spreading throughout his body and violently impacting his senses. Is that forearm his own? !

Stark's eyes widened, and he suddenly turned to look at Mercer. Mercer beside him didn't know when he was already holding a long black knife in his hand.

It was a long knife that was pitch black all over, with dark red pointed lines all over the blade. It had a restrained edge when held in Mercer's hand.

"Did you do this?" Stark said.

Although the words were meant to be inquiring, the expression on his face was full of disbelief.

He looked at the knife in Mercer's hand. There was no blood on the blade. The blood did not stain the blade. What a good knife!

Being able to keep the blade clean of blood is not only a sign of good swordsmanship, but the strength of the weapon is also extraordinary.

More importantly, Stark didn't realize when Mercer took action!

Stark recalled the question Mercer asked him earlier.

How much money to pay!

He is really capable of helping himself solve the whip lock!

"One hand is just a small punishment. The next knife will kill you."

Mercer held his left hand under the sword, and in an instant, a permeating aura spread across the entire place.

Not only the two people in the field, but also the surrounding spectators felt that an invisible hand was strangling their necks.

This kind of oppressive momentum is not a moment of surprise and frightening, but a real breathlessness.

"Is this... murderous intent?"

Stark, who was closest to Mercer, naturally felt the murderous intent immediately.

He swallowed hard, and the expression on his face was not only surprised, but even filled with a touch of... fear.

This kind of terrifying murderous aura is like the only person walking out of a mountain of corpses. Just the look in his eyes can make people unable to move.

The moment he felt it, the pressure on his body immediately decreased. Looking at Whip Lock not far away, the latter's face was still full of shock and discomfort.

It was obvious that the murderous aura in Mercer still existed, and it could actually target someone. Such ethereal things were not something ordinary people could cultivate.

"Where did you come from, pretending to be a ghost! I understand. There must be snipers near you, right? It was the snipers who broke my arm!"

Whip Suo couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe that the young man in front of him did it to break his forearm.

Even he himself didn't believe what he said.

The broken mark on his arm was smooth and flat, and it looked like it had been cut off with a sharp instrument.

If it were a hot weapon like a sniper rifle, his arm would be broken directly, and half of his body might be destroyed. It would be impossible for such a flat wound to appear.

"Remember its name, Black Knife, Qiu Shui. You are lucky to die under its knife."

The last cut, the blade was unsheathed.

Crack.

There was a soft sound, which was the sound of the knife being sheathed.

Mercer looked at the suddenly quiet Whip Lock in front of him with a smile. Countless thin lines suddenly appeared on the latter's body, and the blood seemed to be unresponsive. It took more than ten seconds to seep out from the thin blood lines.

At this time, the body finally couldn't hold it any longer, and the blood broke through the body, causing Whip Lock to instantly turn into a bloody man, which was extremely terrifying.

This scene stimulated most of the people present. Everyone, including Stark, did not see what happened.

Even Stark, who was closest to Mercer, only reacted when he heard the soft sound of Mercer sheathing his sword.

A coin suddenly appeared in Mercer's hand. He flicked it with his finger and the coin hit Whip Lock.

Any impact from a foreign object, even a slight one, would cause these long-separated limbs to explode and turn into pieces.

It caused everyone present to scream, and even Stark felt a little nauseous when he saw this scene.

On the other hand, Mercer was indifferent to the bloody scene in front of him.

He didn't use any moves, just a simple slash with his sword.

With his own body alone, the sword skills he performs are beyond those of human beings, and most people cannot even notice that he is taking action.

This kind of physical strength would not be available if the Infinity Stones were simply installed on equipment such as the Infinity Gauntlet.

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My mother is hospitalized and can't leave recently, so she really doesn't have time to type.