Marvel's Superman

"I hope he's okay ... Well, he's already gone!"

"This one punch was terrible!"

"Mothefucker! Punching him right through the lover level of Hell!"

"..."

The guests in the Bar With No Doors, looking at the constantly changing live broadcast, all looked dull.

Such a shock!

They couldn't believe it!

It was as if there was an undetectable camera, tracing the aftermath of that punch.

The spectators who followed the second match, through slow motion, saw the fists throw out a large cloud of ​​dirt, crushing the target into tiny matter.

Then, the raging air billowed, like an invincible huge cannonball, abruptly cut the black mountain behind it.

The hard rock was like a crisp biscuit, breaking off at a touch and easily tore out of a huge tunnel.

The volcano was flattened, the forest was penetrated, and a group of hapless evil spirits vanished ...

The momentum continued, sweeping all the way through!

Until it pierced the space of the lower level of Hell and blasted into the black chasm!

Any obstacles standing in front of it were crushed!

It was hard to imagine that this was the damage caused by a single punch.

"Inhuman..."

"A cosmic being..."

"..."

The bar was full of conjectures about Luke's identity.

He was a fresh face.

They had never noticed him before.

In the Stars Forum, there was only a casual description, 'a High-ranking Master' in the introduction of Stephen Strange's identity.

"If he's a master, I would eat this table!"

A gambler who lost his bet angrily said so.

He had never seen such a violent master.

If someone could kill a demon with their fist, why would they need a wand?

The Sorcerer Supreme didn't rely on a pair of iron fists to sweep Hell and drive out the darkness!

"Strange is a lucky guy, directly becoming a big popular contender, and rushed to the fourth position on the popularity list!"

Rocket's eyes narrowed, laughing so hard.

His wave of bets reaped rich rewards. He really took a chance and won.

Unsurprisingly, as soon as Superman made a move, his strength shocked the four.

Earth demon Gressil wasn't a strong enemy. He could only be said to be a bit troublesome.

The semi-elemental characteristics made it difficult for him to be completely killed by conventional means.

Generally speaking, a master would seal them up or imprison them somewhere.

Superman not only wiped out his existence but also used a rough and visually effective way.

Audiences loved this kind of thing!

Unexpected surprises and the sudden appearance of the dark horse would make the show more enjoyable.

Except for the gambling addicts, they just wanted to win.

"No one really thinks that Blackheart would lose to a little master, right? No way, no way."

Rocket held a computer and posted in the forum and saw this weird post.

"Idiot. You're just angry because you lost a bet!"

Rocket also had some ability in this area, annoying people with his words.

While he was busy with people online, the first collision in Hell was still going on.

"Let's go together! Don't be afraid. He's only one person!"

When Blackheart saw that his minion was punched and killed, he couldn't help but panic.

However, he was still the Prince of Hell and had seen some big scenes, so he quickly told the water and wind demons to take over.

Before that, such a high-profile appearance attracted the attention of the audience.

If he ran away now, Mephisto would be furious.

His father was very concerned about dignity.

Especially in front of his old adversary, the Sorcerer Supreme.

People who could anger the Ancient One and provoke the Temple of the Three would be praised by Mephisto.

Running away, he would turn into a joke and also incur severe punishment.

Between demons, there was no such thing as fatherly love or filial piety.

For example, Blackheart couldn't wait for Mephisto to retire sooner, so he could quickly get to the top.

The latter was also always on guard against his group of heirs.

"How do we fight him?"

The wind demon showed a reluctant expression. He turned into a gale and prepared to run away.

Mephisto entrusted him to do his best to help Blackheart win the battle for supremacy.

But he had no intention of dying.

This wasn't how the demon did things.

"I don't have much combat power here."

The water demon also retreated.

Hell was extremely hot, just like being in a furnace.

For a demon who depended on water, it meant that he went to the battlefield with nothing.

"You ..."

Blackheart was furious.

Although demons were synonymous with cunning and shamelessness, they had nothing to do with honesty, courage, and trustworthiness.

But this young devil didn't expect his minions would thoroughly follow those traits.

"No one is running away."

Luke's eyes swept the audience. His sharp eyes were like swords, which made people's hearts feel cold.

"I'll start with you."

He inhaled gently, his terrifying lung capacity tugging at the airflow as if it were a ventilator on full power.

The wind demon, who was the first to run away, only felt he was moving backward involuntarily as if he was sucked into a whirlpool.

No matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape.

Luke was like a bottomless pit, and the wind demon was sucked in after only holding on for less than a minute.

"Help!"

Before he died, he also called for help from his partner, but unfortunately, there was no response.

Tsk! Tsk!

Luke smacked his lips twice, seemingly not satisfied with the taste of the wind demon.

The demon, both his form and soul, were swallowed together.

This scene frightened Blackheart, who was barely calm. He began to wonder who the real devil was.

Eating a demon raw?

Was this still human?

'Forget it, forget it. I can't afford it. '

Dignity was important, but life was more important.

Blackheart retreated. Black wings grew behind his back.

It shook violently as he flashed away.

Only the water demon, who hadn't reacted yet, saw the situation and tried to slip away.

But--

"Where are you going?"

Luke exhaled, and a wave of searing heat came steaming up and rolled down.

The stellar energy in his body slowly flowed, releasing an extremely frightening heat.

He was like a walking volcano, pouring heat over the poor, weak, and helpless water demon.

"Let me go..."

Without waiting for the water demon to beg for mercy, his whole body was directly vaporized and turned into a wisp of smoke.

"Stephen, you stay here. I'll be right back."

Luke didn't pay attention to the so-called three demons of earth, wind, and water. If Mephisto could call the former fire demon and Ghost Rider, that would be more interesting.

As for the other guys, they were too weak.

Boom!

The ground trembled.

That tall and straight figure rose into the sky, tearing the atmosphere in a few seconds and sending out several sonic booms.

Blackheart flew with his wings. His worried heart hadn't calmed down yet.

An amazing blast was heard in his ear, and then a forceful palm was pressed on his head.

The sound and the figure arrived almost at the same time.

Blackheart was lifted without any resistance, and his dark wings flapped wildly. Thick flames suddenly appeared.

Hellfire that burns the souls of sinners!

"Mephisto even gave you this thing? He didn't give you the Spirit of Vengeance, which is the most powerful weapon in the hands of the old devil."

Luke chuckled, stretched out his hand, and directly tore off the wings. The clouds of flames as thick as black oil couldn't touch him.

"They aren't enough to judge an Allfather."

Rip!

The wings were reduced to ashes and dispersed with the wind.

The screaming Blackheart finally showed his true face.

The handsome looks turned into rotten flesh and blood.

His teeth were ferocious, his aura violent.

His body rapidly swelled, his skin turned reddish, and hard scales quickly covered his body.

The curved horns were like iron, and the hooves on his feet were curved like bows.

In an instant, Blackheart turned into a demon.

He broke free from Luke's grasp, and with a roar, his eyes were filled with tyrannical killing intent.

"I'm going to show you what true cruelty is..."

With a fist as big as a millstone, he hit Luke, who was standing in the air.

The latter didn't dodge or evade and stretched out his hand to receive it.

"Is this it?"

Luke shook his head, seemingly a little disappointed.

He didn't even shake in the slightest. In turn, he threw Blackheart down and slammed him into the crater.

Boom!

Smoke billowed!

"A devil will never be afraid of fire."

Blackheart quickly climbed out of the hot magma. But as soon as he finished this sentence, he felt terrible pressure.

In midair, Luke was expressionless.

Heat condensed in his eyes, and he looked down.

The light of destruction filled Blackheart's vision.

Boom! Boom boom boom!

Terrifying energy was released and blasted into the crater, creating a volcano erupting with an even more violent sound.

Lower Hell seemed to have shaken a little.

Those fierce evil spirits seemed to sense the danger.

Trembling and shrinking in the shadows.

Luke watched as a huge mushroom cloud rose up. When the smoke cleared, the huge volcano disappeared, leaving only a huge crater that made people's hearts palpitate.

"On to the next one."

Seeing Blackheart was bombarded to death, he nodded in satisfaction and quickly left.

This was a quick pass through the levels!

"Where did Superman go?"

Strange, who stayed in place, waited for 20 minutes.

Suddenly, the token in his hand slightly heated up and expanded into a transmission portal.

"The match is over ..."

He was absolutely shocked.

Six participants were eliminated?

This was way too fast.

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