His powerful physique granted Black Noir unparalleled speed.
'Tap-tap~!'
With a single sprint, he arrived before Drummer Boy in an instant.
The opponent hadn't even moved.
That was fine.
Black Noir had plenty of tricks; he skillfully twisted his body and swung his arm, his katana instantly turning into a cold gleam, slicing precisely toward the boy's chest!!
'Riiip—!'
The sound of flesh being sliced rang out, and the boy finally reacted.
Panicked and attempting to defend himself, he shouted hurriedly: "Hey?! Wait a second..."
Wait?!
So you can launch a counterattack?
Black Noir was no rookie who didn't know anything; he understood all too well what the price of letting one's guard down in a skirmish was.
He increased his force!
The sharp blade tip slashed across the boy's chest, cutting through clothing and deep flesh without a moment's hesitation.
The sight of familiar blood filled his eyes, and Black Noir felt immensely satisfied.
"Ah~~!!"
Seeing he was wounded, the boy launched a clumsy counterattack, throwing a wild, formless punch toward Black Noir's forehead, which Black Noir easily dodged.
Using the momentum, the two passed each other.
Then.
"Hiss, hiss..."
Black Noir heard the sound of gasping in pain behind him, but he remained unmoved, thinking, 'It's not over yet.'
As a warrior, turning his back to the enemy was only done to secure a greater reward.
Black Noir still had a combo; he planted one foot against an obstructing tree in front of him, turned, and delivered a vicious flying kick, landing squarely in the chest of the boy, who couldn't dodge in time.
His force was such that even a grizzly bear would have been brought to its knees.
'Crack—'
In an instant, Black Noir heard the sound of bones breaking.
The poor boy, having no power to parry, flew backward within his field of vision until he collided with and snapped a waist-thick Texas hickory tree, finally coming to a stop.
The world went quiet.
The boy's entrance earlier, which had quite a villainous flair, now seemed like a joke.
Black Noir stood in place, unhurried, waving his katana to shake off the blood, then bent his arm to gently wipe it with his uniform.
His blade was sharp because it was well-maintained.
'Too fragile. No wonder he can only sing and trick little girls. When I was sixteen or seventeen, I could at least trade a few blows with a second-tier hero.'
Black Noir's eyes locked onto the boy lying like a corpse not far away, and he began to play a mental movie.
Still, this was fine; it saved him from having to use his blade again.
Black Noir calmed his mood and shook his head slightly, not looking down on Drummer Boy because of this; after all, he himself was a veteran superhero tempered by blood and fire, one of the members of the world-renowned 'The Seven', while the opponent was nothing.
He was simply disappointed that he hadn't been able to fully enjoy himself, having completed only a lackluster mission.
It took only a few seconds to leave his opponent a corpse.
Ignoring everything around him, Black Noir took out his equipment and sent a message to headquarters, 'Target has lost ability to resist. Preparing to bring him back for interrogation on leads...'
"Cough, cough..."
A weak gasp came from the boy under the tree.
A normal person could not have survived such a brutal collision; it would have been impressively tough if they hadn't been snapped in two on the spot.
But superhumans were different.
Black Noir knew that Drummer Boy also possessed body enhancement abilities, so he had been measured in his strikes; the opponent would live, but he certainly wouldn't be standing.
Sure enough, the boy was still alive.
He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, lying on the ground groaning in pain, his voice sounding somewhat strange.
"???"
To Black Noir's surprise, after a short while, he was actually able to stand up unsteadily!
As a silent warrior, Black Noir couldn't curse, so he had to put away his equipment and watch him quietly.
The boy spoke, "You, your force is nowhere near enough."
It was impossible to see the expression of the boy hidden behind the lizard mask. He twisted his waist, took a few breaths, and struck a boxing pose.
His voice became resolute: "I will defeat you here!!"
"..."
Was his brain broken?
What about your sonic attack?!
Black Noir wasn't sure, because the boy was full of openings; this was likely a feigned weakness in the face of an invincible enemy.
"Aaaah~~~!!"
Seeing the opponent roar a few times and then charge at him recklessly, Black Noir wouldn't be polite. He combined his swordsmanship and physical prowess to their peak, and flashes of the blade bloomed across the boy's body.
Blood sprayed, like a walking blood bank.
Very quickly, except for his head and the arteries in his neck, the boy was covered in wounds!!
Even Black Noir felt that this way of slicing flesh with a dull blade was too cruel; no matter how much of a tank the opponent was, he should have fallen by now.
He had guessed wrong again.
For the first time, Black Noir felt surprised.
To avoid being subjected to a sonic attack, he broke one of the opponent's arms, the powerful impact sending the boy tumbling and scraping along the ground.
The boy dusted off his clothes and stood up.
Black Noir grabbed the boy's ankle, spun him around in a large circle, and threw him away like he was throwing trash.
Before long, he was able to crawl back up again.
The boy staggered, covered in blood, his cries sounding incredibly miserable, but he seemed to possess an immortal body; no matter what, he just wouldn't fall!!
Unconsciously, Black Noir gradually increased the force of his strikes...
"Ha, hahaha~~!!"
Relying on his reckless boxing style, the boy posed a tiny bit of a threat. He yelled and continued to rush over to fight Black Noir.
Well, calling it a fight was giving him too much credit. In the past, if Black Noir had given more than a glance at the boy's boxing style, which was barely better than a street thug's brawl, it would have been giving him face.
However, some things had indeed changed.
Having passed the initial tension and the recent exchange where every blade cut into flesh, the boy realized that Black Noir didn't seem that amazing.
The Seven?!
Compared to Superman, he was nowhere near as good!!
Perhaps sensing the boy's relaxed mindset, the blade Black Noir thrust over became increasingly ruthless, and the wounds on his body became more and more horrifying.
The boy felt nothing regarding this.
On a physiological level.
When Black Noir, annoyed beyond measure, punched and shattered his lumbar spine, he only felt as if he had been patted by someone, and then he collapsed limply to the ground.
That's it?
"Hehe~"
The boy fell backward. After exercising for so long, he was indeed a bit tired.
He tremblingly reached his arm upward. At that moment, his five fingers were tightly clutching a black, hard mask, and the edges of the mask were stained with blood from where his fingers had been sliced!!
"Hahahaha~!!"
The boy couldn't help but let a smile curl onto his face: "Although we both wear masks, we are not the same. You are an ugly freak."
Black Noir covered his disfigured face; even his pitch-black complexion could not hide his panic and anger at this moment. The opponent's words were even more vulgar and unforgivable than his actions.
At this moment, the boy's figure overlapped with a bastard called Soldier Boy.
Black Noir changed his mind; he decided that before interrogating for leads, he would first give the boy a 'lifelong, unforgettable' lesson.
He stepped forward with his blade.
'Swish, swish, swish—'
With a flash of the blade, the boy's limbs were detached.
The scene instantly changed from an armed brawl to an R-rated murder.
Amidst the sea of blood.
Black Noir slowly picked up the mask from the ground. Upon discovering the filthy blood on it, he stopped the action of putting it back on and stared coldly at the boy on the ground.
Even for a superhuman, such injuries would be fatal if not treated in time.
He expected to see the boy panicked and begging for mercy.
But the boy lay in a pool of blood without struggling at all; he was so calm, as if he could accept the outcome of Death!!
This scene truly shocked Black Noir's heart. He had seen too many fame-seeking hypocrites, but the boy before him.
Black Noir had to admit, 'Although he is still weak, he seems different.'
If he waited any longer, things would get out of hand.
Black Noir shook his head slightly and hurried forward, preparing to stop the bleeding.
Just at this moment, he discovered something wrong; the opponent's limbs, as if they had received some kind of command in an instant, began to madly grow flesh and blood!!
'Drummer Boy has such a perverted regenerative ability?!'
This thought flashed through Black Noir's mind, and then his whole body was hugged by the opponent.
'Clang—'
He reacted quickly, preparing to throw the opponent off, but a slight impact sound came from the skin on his neck.
The opponent had used a dagger to sneak attack, but unfortunately, he couldn't break the defense!!
Both are superhumans, what kind of rookie weakling is this?!
'What on earth am I thinking? Can he really threaten my life?!'
Black Noir wanted to throw his head back and laugh, but the next moment, he discovered a fragrant, slightly bitter scent in his mouth.
A few dried walnut kernels had been consciously stuffed into his mouth!!
Black Noir shuddered and violently shook the person off his body.
The boy was like a rag, rolling ten meters away on the ground, unable to crawl up for a long while.
This didn't matter anymore.
Black Noir covered his mouth and retched, spitting out the walnuts, but the feeling of suffocation washed over him. His whole body was paralyzed, the nerves in his body seemed to be crying out for help, and his strength was gradually draining away; he could only kneel on the ground, gasping violently.
Superman was right, this guy is severely allergic to nuts!!
"Haha, I did it!!"
The boy was overjoyed. He came running back limping, and his newly grown hand pulled another handful of nuts from his pocket, stuffing them violently into Black Noir's mouth despite his struggles!!
"Urgh, urgh..."
Black Noir fell to the ground, rolling his eyes, his mouth wide open, breathing in huge gulps.
He couldn't get any air.
The boy still felt it wasn't enough; he pried his mouth open and continued to stuff them in, until Black Noir's mouth was bulging as if it were about to burst, like a squirrel hiding food, and only then did he have to stop.
Black Noir began to foam at the mouth.
The boy touched his pocket and sighed, still wanting more: "Hey, your mouth is really small; I still have quite a bit left."
Poor Black Noir; this could be considered the second greatest Waterloo of his life.
A dignified member of 'The Seven', a veteran superhero, actually fell to a nut ambush by an unknown kid.
In the final moment before losing consciousness, Black Noir saw a familiar white figure running over from a distance.
"Stop!!"
Drummer Boy approached from afar, shouting anxiously in a righteous voice: "Who are you?! What are you doing to Mr. Black Noir?!?"
'Wait, if he is Drummer Boy, then who is this nut-kid opposite?'
A cartoon turtle poked its head out, scratching around under Black Noir's eyelids, and said in a pained tone: 'Irving, it turns out we were wrong about Drummer Boy all along!'
'Hehe, destroy it, this goddamn world.'
This final thought flashed through Black Noir's mind as he felt the world spinning, and he completely passed out.
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