Facing the slash, Mike didn't dodge. Instead, he unleashed, "Three-Sword Style: 1080 Pound Phoenix!"
A more ferocious attack.
The slash was repelled, and a more powerful slash attacked the Canned Light Bulb Knight.
"Honor, sacrifice, valor, compassion!" The Canned Light Bulb Knight's tone was firm.
Boom!
The slash struck the plate armor.
Blinding light.
The Canned Light Bulb Knight gritted his teeth.
Willpower can overcome many difficulties and create miracles, but it's not omnipotent—unless you're a protagonist in a novel or manga, especially on a physical level, like the current flying slash that felt like being hit by a truck.
However, it wasn't.
The Canned Light Bulb Knight flew backward, clattering as he landed, his helmet falling off to reveal the face of a handsome middle-aged man with golden stubble.
Wah!
He spat out a large mouthful of blood.
It seemed his reflection also had a limit.
As expected.
If the reflection had no upper limit or other restrictions, wouldn't he be invincible?
The Canned Light Bulb Knight struggled to his feet: "I swear to protect the weak, I swear to bravely fight against tyranny, I swear to resist all wrongs, I swear to fight for the unarmed, I swear…"
"In the name of God and justice, you invade other people's countries, kill their citizens, and then brand their resistance as shameful… Double standards, hypocrites, more disgusting than pure evil. The Knight's Code also states 'not valuing monetary rewards,' yet for a mere thirty million U.S. dollars, you've fed your Knight's Code to the dogs?!"
Mike was getting carried away.
Thirty million U.S. dollars, described as "mere."
"Three-Sword Style: Bull Horn!"
Mike charged forward like a bull, thrusting with both swords, ready to finish off the Canned Light Bulb Knight.
Clang! Clang!
One on the left, one on the right.
On the left was the Dragon Tattooed Asian, his hand glowing with a blue light, transforming into a dragon's claw that gripped the steel katana.
On the right, the Exoskeleton Armored Masked Man's palm transformed into pincers, clamping down on the nichirin blade.
The Knight's greatsword and the Senbonzakura clenched in his mouth clashed.
Breaking free… he failed.
One Gorilla Strength!
Two Gorilla Strength!
Black Armament Haki wrapped around the three swords.
"Humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, compassion, honesty, justice, spirituality, holding fast to faith, offering courage and faith to the Lord,"
The Knight roared.
If he was a light bulb before, now he was like the scorching sun.
White light covered the Dragon Tattooed Asian and the Exoskeleton Armored Masked Man, and both suddenly felt their bodies filled with strength, their condition reaching peak levels.
Breaking free failed again.
At this moment, the Black-Clad Ninja, who had been stealthily approaching, emerged behind Mike, six gleaming katanas aimed at Mike's back.
A drone in mid-air locked onto Mike with its laser sight.
The paint-covered native stopped his prayer, his eyes deep, as if he had traveled through long years from ancient times to this present day.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Everyone widened their eyes.
Putting themselves in his shoes.
They couldn't hold on at all.
What would Mike do?
In their opinion, abandoning his swords was the better choice.
"Doesn't Mike still have his White Mist, Red Dust, and clone abilities unused? Why isn't he using them?" Fury, who had been muttering "limit Mike" and "must find his weakness" earlier, was the first to panic when he saw Mike in danger.
"Are there any usage restrictions on his abilities? Like he can only use a few of them a day, or they don't work well a few days each month?" Hawkeye's eyes lit up.
"Do you think it's Aunt Flo, a few days each month?!" Fury gave Hawkeye a sideways glance, then mused, "That actually makes some sense."
"…" Hawkeye.
"Phil, what do you think?" Fury asked Coulson.
What do I think?
I'm sitting here watching… and crossing my legs!
After some thought, Coulson said, "I think Mike hasn't given his all yet, like he's playing?"
"Playing?"
"Yes, seriously playing." Coulson gestured for Fitz to zoom in the camera. "Look, Mike's expression hasn't changed much, he…"
The camera zoomed in, and Mike's handsome face suddenly appeared on the screen.
"Flawless… *slurp*~" Black Widow secretly swallowed.
Suddenly.
Mike's expression in the camera changed drastically.
He abandoned his swords.
He retreated sharply, forcing back the six Black-Clad Ninjas with one sword.
At this point, Mike was still in the center of the encirclement.
Just now, his sixth sense warned him: danger, and the source of the danger was surprisingly the paint-covered native.
He hadn't made any offensive moves, only stood leaning on his spear, watching Mike.
What kind of attack, and from where?
The unknown was a great terror.
Retreat.
The premonition of danger disappeared.
Taking out two more katanas from his system space, Mike knew that being serious was no longer enough to deal with the current situation.
The Very Serious series.
"Demonic Aura: Nine-Sword Style: Asura…"
Everyone present saw Mike as if possessed by a ghost or god, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed being.
And S.H.I.E.L.D.'s satellite surveillance showed static signal interference.
"What's going on?!" Fury roared in anger.
The technician, Fitz, trembled.
"There's a super biological magnetic field, how is that possible?!" Biochemist Simmons's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. She projected the biological magnetic field's image onto a secondary screen: a three-headed, six-armed ghost god.
Coulson murmured, "Nick, I think your guess is very reasonable. Perhaps, possibly, maybe Mike isn't human at all."
At this moment.
The drone's laser emitter in the sky.
The combatant's machine gun.
The Dragon Tattooed Asian's detached dragon claw.
The Exoskeleton Armored Masked Man's energy cannon.
The ninjas' shurikens and chain sickles.
The Canned Light Bulb Knight's Holy Light Slash (self-proclaimed).
—All poured down on Mike simultaneously, from front, back, left, right, and above… interweaving into a terrifying network of cold and hot weapons, science and metaphysics, physical and energy attacks.
"…One Mist Silver!"
Slash!
Nine consecutive slashes!
The so-called One Mist Silver was like "sword energy spanning thirty thousand li, one sword's light chilling nineteen states," repelling and crushing all tangible and intangible attacks.
Alright, bragging doesn't cost tax.
The special effects were incredibly shocking.
Like a breeze passing, time stood still.
Red lasers, white energy cannons, Holy Light slashes, and green dragon claws were cut into a tri-colored light curtain, bizarre and dazzling.
The drone exploded in mid-air.
The Exoskeleton Armored Masked Man clutched his chest, a sword wound piercing from his left shoulder to his right lower rib.
The Canned Light Bulb Knight hung his head, blood gushing from his neck.
The Dragon Tattooed Asian had a bowl-sized hole in his chest, his heart missing.
The Black-Clad Ninjas were riddled like sieves by fragments of their own ninja tools that shot back at them.
Mike stood in front of the combatant, his twin swords crossed and piercing the latter's ribs, emerging crossed from his back, like a pair of wings.
A pair of wings that brought Death.
"&*#@^$#%&" The combatant spat out blood foam, opening his mouth to speak.
Please forgive Mike for not understanding Russian. Judging from his tone and expression, he was probably wishing Mike a safe and happy life.
The combatant let go, and a melon dropped.
Mike delivered a flying kick.
The melon arced through the air and landed on the fat otaku who had been running for most of the day but still hadn't escaped the sheep pasture.
"GG." This was the only thought in the fat otaku's mind when he saw the rolling grenade in front of him.
Only the native remained. His eyes were wide with terror, shouting in a native language Mike didn't understand. Mike, a wild guesser of languages, surmised it was something like "devil." He took out a bone knife and cut a larger wound on his body.
"So that's it, your blood contains volatile toxins. It truly kills invisibly, making it impossible to guard against. Why does the toxin seem to have no effect on others?" Mike had questions in his mind, but with the language barrier, it was like talking to a duck.
"Forget it, I'm not studying for a postgraduate exam, why ask so many questions. Your bloodletting is too inefficient, let me help you."
"One-Sword Style: Death Lion Song!"