War floated in the sky and looked down at Feng Bujue, who was several hundred meters away, and said, "After Vincent's bet, this kid has also been enlightened …"
"Hehehe … Do you think the outcome is already decided?" Woody's creepy laughter came from beside him.
War turned around to look at the man in the black suit with the glasses that always glowed white. "Now I finally understand why Vincent wanted to facilitate this Killing Game."
"You think he's helping me?" Woody asked.
"Isn't that the case?" War asked.
"Hehehe … That's where you're wrong. Sid is his disciple. If he wants to help him, he should help Sid choose the person." Woody smiled. "Vincent knows very well that I don't need his help." His tone suddenly changed as he said in a low voice, "Moreover … at the end of the day, there can only be one winner in this gamble. If you help anyone, you might end up becoming a threat to yourself."
"You have a point there," War replied. "But now that I hear it, I think we can use an Eastern proverb to describe it … taking advantage of others."
"Hehehe … Indeed, objectively speaking, Feng Bujue has gained a lot." Woody not only did not deny it, he even laughed like a flower. "But that has nothing to do with Vincent." He paused. "Vincent doesn't know that before this Killing Game started, Feng Bujue was only one step away from understanding Soul's Eye.
Feng Bujue is a very talented person, but his intelligence has become a kind of restriction. In the previous scenarios, he rarely had the chance to experience true desperation and a life-and-death battle. Because he always used his intelligence to solve problems, he would often lower the difficulty of the battle or avoid it directly.
If he could be like a fighting player and keep fighting things that are stronger than him, he might be able to understand Soul's Eye earlier than the person Vincent chose. "
"So you're saying … the person I chose is not as smart as the kid you chose?" War asked after hearing that. Since Seven Kills was a combat-type player, Woody's words were harsh to his ears.
"Hehehehe … Isn't that obvious?" Woody's smile became even more wretched. "Not only the person you chose, all the other candidates, in terms of power of comprehension, cannot compare to Feng Bujue." He started to make enemies for his Brother Jue. "Fighting with a strong opponent and being pushed to the limit is the basic requirement to understand Soul's Eye. The people you chose are mostly fighting players, and each of them has experienced that many times. Furthermore … they have the support of 'fear'. But Feng Bujue did not feel fear, and he crossed the line with his own will. "
"Humph … If you want to make a fuss, then do it," War said. War said, "My opinion hasn't changed. I don't think Seven Kills will lose to anyone other than Phantom Dawn in battle."
"Hehehe … In that case, we shall wait and see." Woody pushed on his glasses. "Oh, by the way, about Vincent's goal … I'll give you a hint …" he said mysteriously. "Sometimes, to win, you have to lose."
War glanced at Woody again. He did not say anything, but he understood what the man meant.
…
"Alright, John Doe. I don't know what happened between you travelers from another world, and I'm not interested. " After Shiva dissolved into white light, the three superheroes surrounded Feng Bujue. It was the Angel of Death who spoke in his low voice. "But you have to pay for what you've done."
Feng Bujue glanced at his Stamina Points. He still had 1002800 left. He thought to himself, With the aid of Soul's Eye, I can control the Stamina Points required during combat. As long as I 'simplify' the unnecessary actions, things that originally required three to four Stamina Points can now be done with one Stamina Point.
But … there are three of them now. Damian and Squire are not that strong. They are weaker than Shiva in terms of physical combat, but the Angel of Death … in terms of fighting, he might be stronger than the real Batman. Nightwing and Todd might not be his match.
Furthermore, the three of them are the main characters of the comic. If my analysis is not wrong … in this kind of comic world, if you want to kill the main characters, you might be struck by lightning …
"This is not going to be easy …" Feng Bujue could not help but say. "One hundred Stamina Points might not even be enough to escape …"
Suddenly, whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The sound of wind being cut rang out, and three black shadows flew at them from the night sky.
The Squire and Damian did not have time to evade, and they were hit. Only the Angel of Death leaped to the side and barely avoided them.
"Bat darts?" The three heroes were shocked.
The bat darts had been modified. There was a rope between the darts, and they were shot out from a grappling gun. The principle was that the darts would fly past a person's side. After the rope touched the body, the darts would circle in two different directions and tie up a person in just two seconds.
Damian and Squire weren't injured, but their torsos were tied together for the time being. Also, they were knocked down by the momentum and fell onto the street.
"This way!" A man's voice came from the top of a building.
Feng Bujue knew very well that the words were directed at him. He didn't know who it was, nor did he know if this was a trap, but he had no other choice. Damian and Squire would soon be able to break free of their restraints. He had no time to hesitate.
Brother Jue quickly dashed into an alley beside him. It was no more than three meters wide. He jumped back and forth between the walls of two buildings and quickly reached the six-story rooftop.
The Angel of Death naturally chased after him. He knew that the other two kids could untie themselves without his help. Thus, the most important thing was to stall the target and not let this "John Doe" take the opportunity to escape.
To his surprise, another two shadows came at him from the night sky. One was a bat dart, and the other was a smoke grenade. This time, the Angel of Death used his two swords to block the incoming projectiles. The bat darts were deflected by him, but the smoke bombs exploded the moment they came into contact with the flaming swords, enveloping him in the center of the smoke.
When the Angel of Death rushed out of the white smoke, be it the John Doe or the ambusher hiding in the dark, they had all disappeared from his sight …
…
Fifteen minutes later, on the rooftop of Wayne Building.
"You've watched too many crime movies. Do we have to fight here?" Feng Bujue asked.
A man in a full batsuit stood across from him and said jokingly, "Sorry, I'm a police officer."
Actually, Seven Kills was telling the truth. In the real world, he was a police officer.
"You are also a strange person …" Feng Bujue continued. "When I was fighting Shiva, you were already there, right?"
"Ah, of course, the equipment I'm wearing is incredibly impressive," Seven Kills replied. He used his finger to point at his helmet. "Just this helmet is equipped with night vision, thermal imaging, sonar, gas mask, mini radio receiver, and walkie-talkie system. With this, stealth, surveillance, and tracking … are child's play. "
"That's why I say you're strange," Feng Bujue said. "Since you were already here, why didn't you ambush me when I was fighting Shiva, and why didn't you choose to stand by and watch after we were done?" He asked. "Regardless of the strategy, it would be more logical than coming here to fight me, right?"
Seven Kills smiled and gave a reason that sounded unbelievable to others. "I'm a one-on-one fighter."
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