The Time Controller of American Comics

Erica was mentally exhausted at this time. She could only use her time ability again after resting. Erica, who had blocked a wave of ninja attacks and blocked the stone table from the front, was already exhausted physically and mentally.

But she still forced herself to use the time spell, and she could only watch the fist of this undead man's subordinate approaching her little by little. She watched the fist become slower and slower, but even if it was slower, it still had a trace of time. The gusts of wind were so powerful that they could destroy a tree as thick as an adult's leg.

Erica turned her head to avoid it, watching as the opponent's fist made her hair float in the air, and the blow changed the original floating trajectory. Erica knew that if things continued like this, in less than a second, she would be beaten to death by this fist. Even if she did not die on the spot, she would not be able to fight anymore.

"Slower and slower"

Erica was more than willing but insufficient. Although she tried her best to activate the time spell, her mental power was about to be exhausted, and the opponent's speed did not get slower and slower, but instead became faster and faster, and even returned to its original state. speed.

Erica's thoughts changed in a flash, because she was different from ordinary people. A fighting master like her would carefully weigh before taking action, not to mention that she now had the time spell.

Back when the fist was still far away from Erica, the wooden lattice window in the only third-floor ancient building in the courtyard was opened, where a man wearing a Japanese robe was sitting on a futon. On the table, he held a small wine glass in his hand, which contained Japanese shochu with an alcohol content of less than 30 degrees.

"Although this woman is very strong, she is obviously no match for the tattooed trio, not to mention the dozen or so masters from our Hand. Don't kill her yet, keep her and ask her why she wants to fight against us. , it won’t be too late to kill her then.”

"Lord Chiriqui, you are saying that this woman will be defeated soon."

"Of course, she can use her own power to smash the stone table and block the attacks of these dozen masters, but her power is limited after all. She can't stop this fist from hitting her. Even in this case, with my It’s hard to escape even with all the abilities, and although she possesses a strange energy, she’s not very skilled at reaching out.”

Immortal Chiriqui drank soju and ate sashimi and roast beef while leisurely watching the battle in the small courtyard. He had not met an opponent for so long that he felt a little idle. In Japan, almost all immortals are The top master, among the ninja group, he can even easily defeat a well-trained Jonin.

This made Chiriqui gradually become arrogant, thinking that the world's masters were nothing more than this.

At this time, he even thought that he was in control of Erica's every move in the battle with many Hand ninjas. However, the facts really told him that Erica's old strength was gone and her new one was not reborn. Under such circumstances, she It was difficult to stop the fist that struck him with the full force of the bald head.

"Mr. Green, do we really not care about Erica?"

Although a bodyguard who was acting as the driver knew that Jonathan would not let his people fall into danger, of course, the premise was that the subordinate was also extremely loyal to Jonathan.

It's just that Erica has been in there for a while and hasn't heard anything going on inside. Good-looking people are always more likely to arouse concern and pity from the opposite sex. At this time, the bodyguard is also a little worried.

"It's her own choice"

If Erica doesn't insist on her determination to kill the undead with her own hands, Jonathan can send people to attack him just like Kingpin and Bullseye, and he even only needs to stay leisurely on the farm to manage the courtyard, or even There's nothing wrong with staying on the yacht and drinking juice.

But without Erica, Jonathan wouldn't be here today. The Hand will naturally not easily challenge Jonathan, the giant, and Jonathan is too lazy to care about these small fish and shrimps.

It can be said that Jonathan was originally on good terms with the Japanese Hand, and it was precisely because of Erica that he was implicated in the Hand ninjas.

Not long ago when he first used the time ability, Jonathan could only capture the enemy's position through his eyes, but now Jonathan does not have this need, because through his increasing familiarity with the time ability and his increasingly powerful mental ability , after learning magic, Jonathan was finally able to separate his consciousness from his body and use his consciousness to feel everything around him.

Although Jonathan was sitting in the car, he could feel all the feng shui grass in the courtyard.

After all, Jonathan has invested a lot of energy in Erica, and Erica has chosen to follow him after all. If he lets her fend for herself, it will not only make the other subordinates feel disappointed, but also violate the underground of his own life, any Subordinates who are loyal to themselves will be valued.

"Have all my years of hard training been in vain?"

This is the voice of Erica. She knows that this may be her last voice. With her ability, it is difficult for this bald man to defeat Erica in a one-on-one situation, but the other party's sneak attacks aside, Erica is My physical strength has not yet recovered, so I was unable to react for a while when I was attacked by a surprise attack.

"slowly"

In Erica's mind, something happened that shocked her, because the bald man really slowed down, and his quick steps towards her also slowed down.

Gradually, his movements were played in slow motion frame by frame. Not only Erica, but everyone could see his movements. In the next second, the bald head completely stopped all movements.

Erica knows that this is not the power she possesses. This power can easily stop all a person's movements, so that no matter how fast or powerful he is, it will be of no avail, because no matter how powerful he is, Strong, this moment of being still is in vain.

He even became a living target for the other party

Erica did not hesitate. She took the opportunity to pierce the bald man's heart with the three-pronged dagger, and successfully took the first head. The bald man evaporated into a black smoke.

However, Erica knew that although the head belonged to her, even all the output was from the auxiliary who was hiding in the dark. Erica knew that it was none other than Mr. Green, the Mr. Green with the mysterious identity of the masked man. Until she saw it with her own eyes. After seeing his abilities, Erica realized more intuitively that this man was a real mountain in the world.

"It's impossible how she did it"

The undead man on the third floor rushed to the balcony and leaned on the balcony to watch everything in disbelief. He even saw with his own eyes that all movements of his subordinates stopped at the last second.