Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 18
Francis nearly crushes the PDA in his hands as he watches Broly disappear from the surveillance screen in the blink of an eye.
“What exactly is happening inside? Report back!”
The only response is the static of a lost signal, a situation spiraling out of control, leaving him highly agitated.
“Bring out the heavy weapons! If the target appears, don’t hesitate. Just open fire!”
To ensure readiness, Francis had brought two of Stark Industries’ Falcon anti-tank missiles. These advanced missiles, equipped with infrared tracking heads and tandem warheads, are the size of ordinary disposable rocket launchers and are among Stark Industries’ flagship products.
Due to the high resolution and sensitivity of the infrared imaging heads, the Falcon missiles can easily differentiate human infrared radiation from environmental radiation, tracking and hitting the target with precision. They are also used against mutants.
Francis is about to say something more when he suddenly starts, his body sharply tilting. The next moment, a bloom of blood erupts from his shoulder. A bullet pierces through, leaving a ghastly wound the size of a fist.
“There’s a sniper!”
He immediately rolls behind a car for cover.
Alejandro urgently instructs Wade to switch targets.
“Boom!”
The head of a soldier reaching into the car for an anti-tank missile explodes. Wade quickly shifts his aim and blows another soldier’s head into a bloody mess.
“Motherfucker!”
Even if Francis is slow to react, he realizes they’re ambushed. Yet he doesn’t despair. His ace in the hole is Angel Dust. Although the mutant is strong, he likely doesn’t have an overwhelming advantage against Angel Dust, who still has a chance to escape unscathed.
“Boom!”
The next moment, a figure crashes through the safe house’s outer wall and slams into a Cadillac, pushing it several meters before stopping.
Angel Dust clumsily extracts herself from the twisted metal of the car. Before she can stand, another figure charges towards her.
His muscular body, sculpted like a statue, radiates powerful aesthetic beauty. He starts with a foot stomp, power flowing through his calf, twisting his hip shoulder, and delivering a punch through a kinetic chain.
The triceps surae, quadriceps, adductors, internal and external obliques, contralateral erector spinae, deltoids, and biceps all contribute their strength to this straight punch.
“Boom!”
Like thunder from clear skies, the explosive sound sends Angel Dust flying through the car and skimming across the road before crashing into a wall.
Broly stands, surveying his handiwork, then suddenly tilts his head, looking towards Francis.
“So, you’re the one trying to catch me?”
Francis, who has had his nerve endings destroyed in an experiment and feels no pain, swallows hard. Even so, he can sense the terrifying aura, leaving him unable to resist.
With a howl, Angel Dust pulls a bollard from the roadside and hurls it at Broly.
Broly punches the stone bollard into dust and dashes in front of Angel Dust. His right arm clenches into a fist and swings towards her head, unleashing the maximum force his arm can exert—over four tons combined with the destructive force of his chi. A hit would be undoubtedly lethal.
Angel Dust’s heart skips a beat as she dodges to one side, Broly’s fist whizzing past her head, leaving a sharp gust that cuts a scratch across her face.
A drop of blood trickles down her cheek, turning into a mist under the fierce force of the punch.
It’s Angel Dust’s first encounter with such a formidable opponent. His overwhelming presence feels more like facing a brutal beast in human skin, ready to tear off its disguise and reveal its horrifying proper form at any moment.
Standing before him requires immense courage.
Yet, Angel Dust hasn’t given up hope. Her mastery of combat techniques is suited for overcoming stronger foes, and victory remains possible.
The next moment, she feels a sharp pain in her abdomen, the brutal force of the punch almost pushing her organs out through her mouth. Her vision blacks out, and she collapses to the ground.
In a daze, her hair suddenly grabbed, and Broly lifted her entirely into the air.
“Is this all you’ve got? You’re not even better than Chappie?”
Broly speaks with a hint of disappointment. In his view, Angel Dust’s strength is only comparable to Chappie’s, and at least Chappie was much more resilient.
Without using his chi powers, just with his fists, he had already caused Angel Dust to bleed profusely.
“Ah!”
Angel Dust grasps Broly’s hands firmly, forcefully tearing away the hair he had grabbed; then, with a firm twist of her waist and back muscles, she heaves Broly into the air and slams him down hard.
“Boom!”
The ground trembles violently, the hard concrete surface cracking from the powerful slam.
Angel Dust’s attack is far from over. She grabs Broly’s body and slams it down three times, nearly turning the entire road into a pile of concrete rubble.
“How about that, bastard!”
She snarls with a wild roar, her muscles bulging, threatening to burst through her highly elastic combat suit. The explosive strength throws Broly dozens of meters into the air, and then gravity pulls him down, crashing him hard onto the ground.
Angel Dust charges towards the spot where Broly fell, leaps high, and drives an elbow into his chest.
“Boom!”
The ground quakes under the heavy impact, dust flying everywhere.
Wade and Alejandro watch the scene in stunned silence on the rooftop of a department store.
“Is this woman some kind of monster transformed from an elephant?”
As Wade starts packing his weapons, preparing to flee, Alejandro grabs him.
“Broly will be fine.”
Alejandro, having witnessed Broly’s terrifying destructive power when angered, knows he hasn’t yet shown his natural strength and is unlikely to be trounced.
Angel Dust breathes heavily, the consecutive slams taking their toll.
She is proficient in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, adept at using softness to overcome strength, and has even studied traditional Jiu-Jitsu techniques in Japan. In mutant combat, due to the sheer physical power, techniques like triangle chokes that rely on body weight to overpower an opponent don’t work well, but strangles, arm bars, and guillotines remain potent.
However, the defining martial art of Angel Dust, a secret throwing technique from Japan, involves grabbing the enemy and slamming them down. Like a blacksmith forging iron, the ground is the best anvil; once airborne, the opponent can’t use deflection techniques to relieve the force and must absorb all the damage.
“You’re dead, you arrogant fool!”
Angel Dust laughs maniacally, releasing the oppressive pressure Broly had imposed on her.
Suddenly, a firm hand grabs her shoulder and lifts her.
“Interesting technique, I’ve learned it now.”
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