Slade swore that his life experience was definitely among the best among all human beings.
Over the years, he has been doing missions all over the world, and he has seen all kinds of scenes.
But he really has never seen anything like this.
He has lived on this island for three years. In order to avoid the enemy's pursuit, it can be said that he has been dealing with the enemy on this small island.
To be exaggerated, he knows every tree here.
How come he has never seen such a big tree before!
Deathstroke has never been a reckless man. Although he will do everything possible to complete the task every time he does a task, this does not mean that he will confront the enemy head-on even though he knows he is losing.
Especially in this situation where you can see the difference in strength between the other party and yourself at a glance.
…
Raising your hand is a shot. The action of drawing the gun and the action of shooting are completed almost at the same time. After the modification of the death knell, a pistol has extraordinary accuracy and effective shooting distance. It can hit the target with almost a millimeter difference. into the empty space next to Linn's ear.
Lynn believes this is no coincidence.
Then he became even more angry.
"Wow you sneak up on me!"
The tall tree men move slowly, but the vines on the ground are completely different.
Normally, Linn's enemies would be directly pierced into candied haws, or beaten to death alive.
But against Deathstroke, Linn chose to capture him alive.
As a result, Lin En witnessed a rather unique "battle".
Under his command, the branches, vines, and a considerable number of tree roots exposed above the ground grew crazily, weaving a large net on the outermost layer.
And further inside, Deathstroke drew out a long knife that looked like a samurai sword, but with a smoother overall shape. He swung the knife at a speed that could be called a machine, accurately and quickly, and slashed those with great force and force. The vines swept towards him, preparing to tie him up.
At the same time, Mr. Deathstroke, the truly unparalleled lawn-mowing man holding a knife in one hand, had time to take out his other hand. While walking, he looked around, threw homemade bombs and incendiary bombs at a certain angle, and suddenly accelerated. He rushed in that direction, and after an unparalleled moment, he successfully escaped from the dragnet that Lin En had weaved for him.
"Nice job...but why am I still the ghost? Isn't it your turn to catch me?"
This is not fair! "
Lin En yelled angrily, and the huge tree man took a step forward and stepped firmly on the ground, stamping out a hole. The ubiquitous vines finally stopped holding back and attacked Ji Xiang crazily. The death knell.
There was a muffled sound, and a branch hit the death knell in the chest. After the death knell flew out, it hit a tree, turned over and jumped up almost at the same time, and ran in the other direction.
But again, this is a forest, and of course there are branches and vines that have been waiting for him.
Deathstroke was whipped out again.
He threw out a few smoke bombs, and the diffuse smoke moved close to the ground, gradually blocking Linn's sight from high up.
"Wow, this guy has a lot of equipment."
Linn put his hands into his clothes.
"They seem to be the same kind of people as me. Hehehehe..."
Letting go of his hand, Linn began to empty his inventory again.
"Slade! The people of Gotham say hello!"
From the sky, densely packed tropical fruits of various types fell down, vibrating on the ground.
"You're dead, don't blame me. It was you who shot me first~"
At this time, a figure rushed straight out of the smoke, carrying a trail of smoke and dust, and rushed straight into the forest next to it.
"As expected of you. Perseverance."
Lin En clapped her hands: "As expected of me, you bought so many."
Linn took out two cardboard boxes filled with tropical fruits, including all kinds of iron pineapples.
"Then, a new round of games begins."
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The roar of bomb explosions had not been heard for a long time. This made Oliver feel anxious.
Frankly speaking, he and Deathstroke are now on opposite sides, and there is no room for relaxation.
Deathstroke had absolutely every reason to kill him.
There is a reason why Oliver must not be killed.
Both sides knew that if they met each other, it would be a life-and-death battle. Only one of them would survive.
Can……
Oliver still didn't want to see Deathstroke die at Lynn's hands.
This is not a self-hypnotic fatalism like "Destined to die in my hands", it's just a very simple reason: I can't bear it.
That's all.
After all, Deathstroke was Oliver's master and taught him many, many skills.
Before they reached this point, the two were indeed very good friends.
Oliver won't show mercy in a fight, but it's hard to imagine Deathstroke dying in front of him.
He didn't know whether he wanted to stop Lin En or kill Deathstroke himself. Contradictory and embarrassing thoughts were swaying in his mind, and he was in chaos.
But the speed of his feet did not slow down, although he doubted whether Deathstroke had been killed by Linn when those booming explosions stopped.
Although he was not familiar with Lin En, he saw how Lin En took out a lot of things from his pocket when he was eating.
Deathstroke definitely doesn’t have that much equipment.
That was the bomb Lynn dropped.
Thinking of this, Oliver stopped temporarily to identify the direction and sound, and finally chose a place where smoke was still rising and ran over.
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At this time, Deathstroke, who was worried about Oliver, was indeed not in good condition.
Lin En's iron pineapples were thrown very casually, and some of them were even thrown directly into the trees and exploded in the crown of the tree.
Deathstroke tried very hard to escape, but the opponent had too many iron pineapples.
If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing all the armor on his body, if there weren't enough bunkers here, if it weren't for the fact that his physical condition was so frightening after being injected with the strengthening potion, if it weren't for the other party not directly killing him...
After being blown away by the first iron pineapple, more iron pineapples had already been thrown at him.
But even so, even if the other party intends to hold back, Deathstroke's current state is still not good.
His left leg was scratched by wooden thorns that flew away from the explosion, and there was also a puncture wound. His right leg was shot, which has affected his ability to move.
I received a few punches in the stomach, which were not serious, but I was hit hard once in the chest with a chain hammer. I still have difficulty breathing.
The shoulder and back were hit twice by swords. They were just flesh wounds. It was not a big problem, but the continuous bleeding and numbness of the wounds made Deathstroke really have to pay attention.
He had run out of bullets, and all he had left were two alloy knives, one long and one short.
Looking at the other party...
Obviously everyone is using guns, why can't he use up all the bullets?
It was obvious that everyone was hit by bullets, but the other party was hit more and more fatally. Why was nothing wrong with him?
Relying on his own technical advantages, despite being suppressed in other aspects, Deathstroke still succeeded in making three holes in Linn's stomach and breaking two of his penis through a desperate fighting method of exchanging injuries for injuries. finger.
But that guy still looks the same, still careless, with flaws all over his body, but he just won't die.
Deathstroke has some doubts about who is the real enhanced warrior.
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"Hey hey hey...you should rest well, I'm here again!"
Lin En raised his sword and slashed at him. It was completely unrecognizable that he was a man who had been shot three times and had two of his fingers broken off.
Linn did not choose to use those skills or continue to use firearms. Linn even gave up using the little tree man.
It is the purest close combat, weapon combat.
For Linn, it is really difficult to meet a top human fighting player like Deathstroke.
Ms. Thalia, known as the pinnacle of human combat power, is slightly weaker in strength and range.
Similarly, although Batman is very capable in bare-handed combat and is proficient in all fighting arts, his ability to use blades is not very good.
Oliver also has similar advantages and disadvantages, and is not a hexagonal warrior in the complete sense.
However, Deathstroke is different.
He really is a hexagon warrior!
He is proficient in everything, and they are all at the top level, or super human level. He is faster, stronger, stronger and has more perfect skills. He is simply the perfect sparring partner.
Whether Linn was fighting Superboy, Batman, or even Lucifer, he would always feel "uninteresting" and either couldn't be cruel or couldn't win.
But the battle with Deathstroke actually allowed Linn to find a glimmer of the beauty and fun of fighting.
More importantly, Deathstroke is completely dieable. Lynn didn't care whether he lived or died.
Don't care at all.
As a result, during Linn's attacks, Deathstroke suffered more and more injuries, and more and more dbufs were attached to him by Linn.
His breathing became more and more frequent and irregular, his swing of the knife became slower and slower, and he became more and more embarrassed when dodging.
Finally, Linn felt...
"It seems a little boring..."
Pang Rang~
Deathstroke's last weapon, the long knife, was also knocked away by Lin En.
With the weapon out of hand, Deathstroke has really reached its limit.
"You are very good."
Lin En pointed to the wounds on his body: "Among the humans I have encountered, you are the first to hurt me so miserably. I would like to call your physical skills the strongest."
The corners of Deathstroke's eyebrows were covered with blood, his eyelids were drooped, and his shoulders were rising and falling due to the violent breathing, but his eyes remained calm and his voice remained steady.
"Just kill me."
"Hehehe...as you wish."
There is no show of cherishing talents, and there is no drama of the other party bowing down to him once he is so domineering. The defeated only asked for death, but the victor gladly agreed to it.
That's all.
With a long sword slash, Lin En decided to chop off his head, otherwise he might be resurrected.
"etc!"
At this moment, a green feather arrow flew over and hit...
Death knell.
"Huh? Head-stealer?"
Lin En put away his sword, and Deathstroke sat on the ground with his hands on his sides.
"Lynn, you...can you let him live?"
Oliver ran over, the death knell on the ground, and the eyes under the mask showed fierce murderous intent.
"Um...you didn't let me kill him, so you did it yourself?"
"No, it's not. Lynn, I will go back with you. Whatever you want is the stone or whatever. I will definitely give it to you.
but he……"
Oliver and Deathstroke looked at each other.
One's face is full of confusion, and the other's eyes are full of hatred.
In the end, it was Oliver who looked away first.
"Let him fend for himself on this island."
After Oliver finished speaking, he picked up the long knife on the ground and stabbed Deathstroke again.
"It all depends on...God's will."
Lin En looked at the death knell, tsked twice, and nodded: "Then he stabbed me so many times, you have to reimburse me for medical expenses."
"OK."
"5000000."
"OK."
"Please sign."
"Lynn, where on this island can you... take your contract with you when you go out?!!"
"Hey, this isn't about guarding against friends... No, it's about guarding against villains. A good person like me will inevitably encounter someone who begs for favors, plots against someone, or takes advantage of someone to repay them...
Yes, sign here...put your thumbprint here...this...and this...
Come, raise your head and smile, yes... Hold this document and read to me: I, Oliver Queen, voluntarily sign..."
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(End of chapter)
