Azazo struggled to get up from the sand, breathing heavily. Continuous ultra-long-distance teleportation would consume a lot of his physical strength.
But fortunately, as long as we can get rid of that weirdo called Caesar, we will be lucky.
Asazor felt dry in the mouth. Seeing a convenience store a few dozen meters ahead, he didn't care about his strange appearance and walked towards the store.
As they approached the grocery store on the desert road, a gust of wind blew up. In a trance, Asazor saw someone sitting on a seat at the door of the store, waving at him.
"Illusion?" Azazo was stunned.
Caesar sat on a chair outside the store, drinking beer happily while tilting his head back and shaking the unopened beer at him: "You must be thirsty, why don't you stop and have a bottle of cold beer?"
Chapter 525 Superman Caesar, the Red Devil's Surrender
Hellfire Club, underground dark room.
"Just three minutes ago, we lost contact with Azazo."
Shang was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, his hands clenched so tightly that they made a clicking sound, his face was so cold that frost seemed to be condensing on it. His words also caused a brief silence in the hall.
The non-mainstream young man who had the ability to spin his body at high speed had a look of surprise on his face, "How is this possible..."
Even the White Queen frowned and pondered, "Maybe something unexpected happened? Or maybe there's a problem with the satellite signal? With the demon Azazo's ability to teleport instantly, even if he encounters something he can't handle, no one can stop him if he wants to run."
"That's why I'm worried." Shang loosened his clenched fists and said coldly, "Genos, Emma, we have to speed up our original plan. If we continue to delay, something else might happen."
"Okay." "Understood."
The non-mainstream youth and the White Queen each nodded, with a bit more solemnity and excitement on their faces. If the expected plan succeeds, the third world war that will sweep all countries in the world will soon begin.
The other side.
Thirty kilometers away from the Hellfire Club, in front of a convenience store in the desert near Las Vegas.
Pointing at the ice-cold beer in his hand, Caesar looked at Azazo with a smile, but in Azazo's view at this moment, the boy's smile was comparable to the devil's evil grin.
"Are you... a monster?"
Azazo held it in for a long time, and his already red face looked even darker and uglier.
In the past, people always called him a "monster" and a "devil", and this was the first time he described someone like that. One can imagine how much shock Caesar brought to him tonight.
"I already told you, my name is Caesar."
Caesar stood up from the wooden chair, took a few steps closer, stared at Azazo, looked him up and down, shook his head with a little regret, and said, "Are you exhausted after traveling 3,000 kilometers twice? It's too short. It seems that you can only master the ability of long-distance transmission."
To be called ultra-long-distance teleportation capability, it must at least involve other planets and be enough to cross the starry sky, such as the Rainbow Bridge, portal, and space gemstone in the Marvel world.
"I'm... short?"
Azazor felt like he was being looked down upon, but he didn't know how to refute it. You know, Caesar returned to America earlier than him, but he didn't even have time to breathe.
"So you still have a tail."
Caesar glanced sideways at the back of Azazo, and saw a huge red tail that looked like a demon from hell, swinging from side to side like a cat, and the tip of the tail was like a sharp bayonet.
"Don't push me."
As Azazo said this, he took out a pair of daggers and held them in his left and right hands respectively.
"I won't kill you, you can come and try."
Caesar shrugged, raised his left hand and extended an index finger, as if he wanted to use it as a counter-blade weapon.
"Do not make jokes!"
Azazo let out a roar. He was the Red Devil, a demon among demons, a mutant creature between humans and beasts, but superior to both.
He is usually the enemy's nightmare, the king of assassins, but now he is forced into a desperate situation.
Azazo was no longer afraid and turned into a ball of red flame and disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared nearby behind Caesar.
He was in the air, and the daggers in his hands, along with the spikes at their tails, stabbed at Caesar's back of the head, neck, and heart respectively.
Caesar did not move a single step. At the critical moment, his index finger stretched out like lightning, and it bounced three times in a shadow, and then the double blades in Azazo's hand, along with the spikes on the tail, all bounced back outwards.
"Is this all right?"
There was great pain in the tiger's mouth and tail, but the shock in Azazo's heart was ten times greater.
No time to think about it.
Azazo exerted all his strength, his body frequently turning into red flames, constantly teleporting short distances, switching back and forth on Caesar's side, and continuing to launch a fierce attack with the double blades and tail in his hands.
All I could hear was a series of clanging sounds from iron hammering, and sparks flying everywhere.
Within five seconds, Azazo performed more than a dozen short-distance teleportations and launched frequent and intensive attacks towards Caesar's body. However, no matter from what angle or direction, no matter whether he attacked with his double blades or his tail, Caesar could always react by waving his index finger to block all attacks coming towards him.
Cold sweat wet his collar without him noticing, and the more Azazo tried to attack, the greater his fear of Caesar became.
The opponent did not predict the next teleportation direction in advance, but after he completed the teleportation, in the extremely short interval of launching the attack, he responded in time with three defenses targeting different parts of the body. He still used the index finger of his left hand, did not move his right hand, and did not move a single step.
What an amazing superhuman reflex!
How could Azazo know that for Caesar, as long as he released the limits of his five senses, his concept of the flow of time was different from that of ordinary humans.
Humans often describe the brief period of time when they are unable to react as a "moment" or a "flash," but Caesar can use this flash as ten seconds or one minute.
"drink!"
Azazor teleported in front of Caesar for the last time, and stabbed Caesar's eyes with the double blades. This time, Caesar didn't know if he reacted slowly or what, but he just watched the tip of the double blade getting closer.
"Are you careless?!"
Azazor was so excited that he almost trembled all over, but before he could smile, the blade that stabbed Caesar's eyes was like stabbing hard refined steel, and the blade, which was already unable to bear the weight, broke immediately.
The smile completely froze and disappeared, and Azazo seemed to have lost all his strength. He knelt down in front of Caesar and looked at the broken blade fragments on the ground.
It turns out... the opponent didn't need to defend or dodge from the beginning until now, because even the eyeballs, which are fragile as part of the human body, are as hard as steel marbles!
Movement speed, reaction speed, extraordinary strength, and a body of steel that are beyond human imagination...
Azazo's mind went blank, and he finally understood why he had the intuition that he was going to die in the beginning - the gap. The gap in strength was like an inconceivable chasm, and the strength between the two was completely not in the same dimension.
If.
Mutants have broken the ten-thousand-year shackles of human genes and taken the first step towards rapid evolution. Caesar is already standing at the top of the evolutionary pyramid.
"A truly perfect evolved human being, a superman? Only a superman can describe it, right?"