How Strong Is John Constantine Novels & Stories

For Katia and my bloodline, I have to be strong because she’ll never be safe because of who she has chosen to love. “Argh!” one of the males charged at me as I was still talking, and from no where Constantine suspended him in the air, dug into his stomach with his claws and ripped out every internal organ his hand could find while Tom cried out in pain. He grew limp and Constantine threw his body back from where he had come from and licked the blood on his hand. “Who’s next?” He asked with a gesture if someone who had savored the taste.

"That was incredible. Not only are you a phenomenal fighter, but you even know Higher Order magic. Dude, you're even scarier than this monster." "Honorable Mister Penn, your skills have left me in awe. You must be the most powerful Sanctuary level cultivator there is," Constantine said, his expression one of awe as he put his cuffs back on. Wilbur said, "Thank you for the praise. The apostle's gone now. You two can leave too." Constantine frowned, and Eileen said nothing. Wilbur took out his thunder cleaver once again and his tone turned cold. "I know you two have more tricks up your sleeves. I don't mind dueling the both of you again."

Strangely, while some people felt the man was strong, to Xiao Chen, he wasn't even enough to make Xiao Chen exert himself to defeat him. “Hey, get off this arena, and I’ll let you go. But if you don’t want to get off, you might get hurt! I’m at the seventh level of tempered body, while you’re only at the fifth level. Be realistic, kid!” he said arrogantly, looking down at Xiao Chen, whom he felt was so weak that he didn’t even bother to fight someone as weak as Xiao Chen.

Her gaze shone with newfound admiration. Meanwhile, Waylon’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He had not witnessed Dustin’s prowess at the Riley family villa, either. After regaining consciousness, he had refused to believe that Dustin had taken down John, and no one had told him the truth. However, the reality was obvious. ‘Is this guy… even stronger than John Donner, a Martial Saint?’ The thought alone drained the color from Waylon’s face. He had heard tales of John’s incredible power. It was too hard for him to believe that Dustin might have surpassed John.