Although Sloane is black, the contrasting color of blood and skin is not obvious.
However, there was indeed no blood flowing out of these several bullet holes, but wisps of jet-black mist sprayed out.
Sloan's movement didn't seem to be affected, but he rushed forward more quickly.
Physical damage is invalid
This thought flashed through Luke's mind, he took his guns away, wiped his hands around his waist, and pulled out two sabers.
The two of them were very close now, and Sloan's Mauser pistol was empty.
He threw away the Mauser pistol casually, grabbed it with a ferocious face, and roared in his mouth, "You actually made me use my hole card, go to hell!"
Puff puff puff puff ~
Luke and him passed by in an instant, and a series of muffled sounds of cutting flesh sounded.
Sloan turned around suddenly, his face was full of shock and anger: "Impossible. How can you be so strong!"
When the words fell, a large amount of black mist spewed out from more than a dozen wounds on his upper body, covering most of his body.
Luke also turned around, without the smile just now on his face, with a thoughtful look: the smell of this black mist seems to be an old acquaintance.
Even ordinary people can smell a strong smell of sulfur and rancidity from the black mist.
This, why does it smell like that old monster of Mephisto
Looking at Sloan's face and body on the opposite side, there was a faint distortion, as if it was about to turn into black mist.
Luke swooped forward again, and the saber in his hand turned into two balls of dim light, covering Sloan's upper body.
Even though Sloan had only been slashed dozens of times, he still didn't choose to defend. A pair of fists rained down on him. His movements were so sophisticated that he turned out to be a master of close combat.
The big boss of the Mutual Aid Society, Sloan, an old man who seems to be going into the coffin, is actually using fists instead of guns at the bottom of the box
This is really awesome.
Thinking of this, there was an extra layer of invisible and colorless things on the two sabers in Luke's hands.
Primary annihilation activates.
Puff puff puff!
Once again, Sloan, who scored dozens of knives in seconds, lost his previous momentum, howled miserably, and rolled on the ground.
Just now, the two sabers were attached to the primary annihilation by Luke,
At the moment when the two sides intersected, Sloan ran away from home with two arms and two legs without hesitation.
Originally, he thought that he was hiding a lot and was invincible in the world, so he rushed to the street immediately.
At this moment, Sloan's heart is broken.
This ability to negate physical and elemental damage is a gift he obtained from the Loom of Destiny through untold hardships.
This ability is so terrifying, yet so practical.
Relying on it, Sloan escaped from certain death several times.
The behind-the-scenes big boss and benefactor father of the mutual aid society is extremely powerful, but he still cannot bypass him to control the mutual aid society because of his terrifying ability.
The other party's only hands-on temptation, he didn't teach him a lesson, but he retaliated even more.
Sloan didn't directly kill the gold master's father, but just killed the gold master's father's top bodyguard.
After that, everyone lived in peace.
He continued to control the mutual aid association, and the father of the funder could only use money to instruct the famous killers to act.
The relationship between the two parties is a little closer than employment, but it is definitely not a master-slave.
Also because of this ability, Sloan used a gun at the beginning, and later quietly learned a variety of fighting skills, making himself an extremely powerful killing machine at both ends.
The physical damage was ineffective, and there was no limit to the duration of his physical burst.
The rest of the Mutual Aid Society together would be easily killed by him, so no one dared to resist him.
But using the ability to negate damage requires paying a price, 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 not use it, so he let his subordinates be killed continuously, but he didn't make a move.
So when Luke killed those men, he could still bear it.
As long as Luke, a powerful opponent, was killed, it would be worthwhile to lose some of his men.
The patron's father has plenty of money and resources. Reserve talents will be recruited and trained for three to five years, and a famous killer will appear, and the mutual aid association will be restored again.
And watching the battle between his men and Luke, he was sure that he could kill this crazy guy.
When the famous killer was dead, he knew that he would die if he didn't take action.
Even if there are dozens of guards outside, they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs against Night Devil John.
When he did it himself, the first half was no different from what Sloan had imagined.
Luke's bullets had no effect on him, and he was only struggling with two sabers instead.
Those sprayed black mist will soon return to the body, and then he will be unharmed again.
Many powerful enemies collapsed after seeing this situation and ran away directly.
He decided to catch this troublemaker with a lightning strike, and then slowly torture him to death, so that he could vent the anger of his subordinates being killed.
Those famous killers are very useful tools, and he really feels bad when they are all dead.
But as for the second hand-to-hand combat, no, it should be Luke's unilateral "cutting" hand-to-hand combat, and Sloan will be unlucky.
The saber attached by the primary annihilation easily cut off his limbs.
But this time, no black mist spewed out from his wound, as if something had sealed it, and even the dismantled limbs remained intact, scattered everywhere.
Not only that, as long as the non-injury ability is activated, the pain after injury will be greatly reduced, but now the wound feels like it is being corroded by sulfuric acid.
Sloan struggled on the ground and screamed, his eyes full of disbelief and fear: "No, it's impossible. Why is this happening?"
What about the immortal body God gave me? What about limb regeneration? What about weakened pain? His mind was full of these thoughts, and even the pain in his body couldn't suppress these questions.
Luke put his knife back into its sheath, and didn't bother to pay attention to the old guy.
Sloan, who has lost his limbs, is just an old 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 building while shaking his figure.
Bang bang bang bang!
There was a burst of gunshots, mixed with the panicked calls of the guards.
Then the gunfire became more and more sparse, and the shouting quickly disappeared, and finally there was a dead silence outside.
Then Luke came back.
Sloan was trying to move, his body was wriggling like a maggot, and he was fleeing towards a certain passageway.
He walked over with a blank face, raised the knife in his hand, and flew a jio.
Pooh!
Duang!
Sloan froze, his eyes moved down slowly, and he saw his chest, lower abdomen... and then nothing below.
The lower part of the lower abdomen has been kicked more than ten meters away by Luke.
Severe pain came, and he wailed loudly again.
Luke walked into the depths of the factory building without looking back, the corners of his mouth curled up: You can escape without arms or legs, I really think it's amazing to have abdominal muscles! Cut off your waist, let's see how you jump!