Although Sloane is black, the contrast between blood and skin is not obvious.
But no blood flowed out of these bullet holes, instead wisps of black mist sprayed out.
Sloan's movement didn't seem to be affected at all, instead he rushed forward even faster.
Physical damage is ineffective
This thought flashed through Luke's mind, he dropped his guns, and reached across his waist with his hands, pulling out two sabers.
At this moment, the two men were very close to each other, and Sloan's Mauser pistol had emptied its magazine.
He casually threw away the Mauser pistol, grabbed it with a ferocious look on his face, and roared, "You actually made me use my trump card, go to hell!"
Puff puff puff ~
Luke and he crossed paths in an instant, and a series of dull sounds of cutting flesh were heard.
Sloan turned around suddenly, his face full of shock and anger: "Impossible. How can you be so strong!"
As he finished speaking, a large amount of black mist gushed out from the more than ten wounds on his upper body, covering most of his body.
Luke also turned around, the smile on his face gone, looking thoughtful: The smell of this black fog seems to be an old acquaintance.
Even ordinary people can smell the strong smell of sulfur and decay from the black fog.
Why does this smell so much like that old monster Mephisto
Looking at Sloan's face and body opposite, they were vaguely distorted, as if they were about to turn into black mist.
Luke pounced forward again, and the saber in his hand turned into two balls of dim light, covering Sloan's upper body.
Even though Sloan had been stabbed dozens of times, he still did not choose to defend himself. His fists rained down like raindrops, and his movements were skillful and mature. He was actually a master of close combat.
The big boss of the mutual aid society, Sloan, an old man who seems to be about to enter the coffin, actually has his trump card with fists instead of guns
This is really fucking awesome.
As Luke thought of this, an invisible and colorless layer appeared on the two sabers in his hands.
Primary annihilation is activated.
Puff puff!
Sloan was stabbed dozens of times in seconds again, but he no longer had the momentum he had before. He howled miserably and rolled on the ground.
Just now, Luke had attached primary annihilation to the two sabers.
At the moment the two sides met, Sloan's arms and legs ran away from home without hesitation.
He originally thought that he was well hidden and invincible, but he immediately fell.
At this moment, Sloan was heartbroken.
This ability to be ineffective against physical and elemental damage was a gift he obtained with great difficulty from the Loom of Destiny.
This ability is so terrifying, yet so practical.
With the help of it, Sloan escaped from desperate situations several times.
The big boss and financial sponsor behind the mutual aid association is extremely powerful, but no one can bypass him to control the mutual aid association because he has this terrifying ability.
The only time the other party tried to test him, not only did he fail to teach him a lesson, but he retaliated against him twice as much.
Sloan didn't kill the financial sponsor directly, he just killed all of the financial sponsor's top bodyguards.
After that, everyone lived in peace.
He continued to control the mutual aid association, and the financial sponsor could only use money to instruct the famous killers to take action.
The relationship between the two parties is a little closer than employment, but it can definitely not be called master-servant.
Because of this ability, Sloan went from using guns in the beginning to secretly learning a variety of fighting skills, making himself an extremely powerful killing machine both near and far.
Physical damage is ineffective, and his physical burst has no duration limit.
All the other members of the mutual aid society combined could be easily killed by him, so no one dared to resist him.
However, there is a price to pay for using the damage negation ability, and it takes a certain amount of time to prepare.
Sloan knew that the price would be terrible, and he would never use it if he could avoid it. Therefore, he refrained from taking action even though his men were killed one after another.
As long as we can kill Luke, this powerful opponent, it would be worth losing some of his men.
The sponsor has plenty of money and resources. After recruiting reserve talents and training them for three to five years, a famous killer will emerge and the mutual aid association will be able to recover again.
And after watching the fight between his men and Luke, he was sure that he could kill this rampant guy.
When all the famous killers were dead, he knew he had no choice but to take action.
Even if there are dozens of guards outside, they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs when facing the Night Devil John.
When he got to do it himself, the first half was exactly what Sloan had imagined.
Luke's bullets had no effect on him, and even after replacing his weapons with two sabers, he was still struggling to death.
The black mist that was sprayed out would soon return to his body, and then he would be unharmed again.
Many powerful enemies would suffer a mental breakdown and simply flee after seeing this kind of situation.
He decided to catch this troublemaker with lightning speed, and then torture him to death to vent his anger at the killing of his men.
Those famous killers were very useful tools, and he felt really sad that they were all dead.
But it was this second close combat, no, it should be Luke's unilateral close combat, that Sloan was in trouble.
The saber, which was attached with primary annihilation, easily cut off his limbs.
But this time, no black mist came out of his wound, as if it was sealed by something. Even the limbs that had been removed remained intact, scattered everywhere.
Not only that, the original ability to injure no one would greatly reduce the pain after being injured as long as it was activated, but now the wound was in excruciating pain as if it was corroded by sulfuric acid.
Sloan struggled and screamed on the ground, his eyes full of disbelief and fear: "No, this is impossible. Why is this happening?"
What about the immortality God has given me? What about limb regeneration? What about the reduction of pain? These were all in his mind, and even the pain in his body could not suppress these questions.
Luke sheathed his knife, not bothering to pay attention to the old man.
Sloan, who lost his limbs, was just a fat sheep on the chopping board.
He picked up the two MP7s that he had just thrown away from the ground, quickly replaced the magazines, and rushed out of the factory in a flash.
Bang bang bang bang!
A burst of gunfire rang out, mixed in with the guards' panicked cries.
Then the gunshots became less and less frequent, the shouting quickly disappeared, and finally there was dead silence outside.
Then Luke came back.
Sloan was trying to move, his body wriggling like a maggot, fleeing towards a passage.
He walked over expressionlessly, raised his hand and swung the knife, sending a flying kick.
Phew!
Duang!
Sloan froze, his eyes slowly moving downwards, and he saw his chest, his abdomen... and then nothing below.
The part below the lower abdomen was kicked more than ten meters away by Luke.
Feeling the severe pain, he wailed loudly again.
Luke walked into the depths of the factory without looking back, with a smile on his face: You can still escape without arms and legs, you really think having abdominal muscles is so great! I'll break your waist, and see if you can still jump!