“After Vincent’s bet, this kid has also achieved the understanding…” War floated in the air and looked at Feng Bujue.
“Hehehe… Feeling your victory slipping away?” Woody’s evil laugh came from behind him.
War turned around and saw the man in the black suit whose glasses always glowed. “I finally understand why Vincent wanted to have this Killing Game.”
“You think he’s helping me?” Woody asked.
“Is he not?” War retorted.
“Hehehe… That’s where you are wrong. Sid is his disciple, and if he wanted to help anyone, it would be him.” Woody smiled. “Besides, Vincent knows very well that I don’t need his help.”
His tone suddenly changed to much deeper. “Furthermore… At the end of the day, this game will only have one victor. Assisting anyone will end up hurting oneself.”
“You have a point,” War said. “But at this point, I think this can be summed up with… Take one’s undeserved gains for granted.”
“Hehehe… Indeed, objectively, Feng Bujue has gained a lot.” Woody not only did not deny it, and he guffawed brightly. “But that has nothing to do with Vincent. Vincent didn’t know that before this Killing Game started, Feng Bujue was only one step away from mastering Soul’s Eye. Feng Bujue is a talented person, but his intelligence became his limitation.
“In previous scenarios, it was rare for him to have a chance to experience a real fight to the death. Because he always used intellect to solve his problem, that often decreased the difficulty or avoided the battles altogether. If he was like a fighting player and kept fighting players who were stronger than him, he probably would have achieved Soul’s Eye earlier than Vincent’s bet.”
“Are you trying to say that… my pick’s talent and aptitude are not as good as your kid?” War asked. Because Seven Kills was a fighting player, Woody’s words were particularly stinging.
“Hehehe… isn’t that obvious?” Woody laughed even more wickedly. “Not only your pick but all of the other picks too. In terms of aptitude, they are no match for Feng Bujue.”
He had started to make enemies for Brother Jue. “Fighting strong enemy and being cornered are the basic condition to master Soul’s Eye. Most of you lot’s picks are fighting players, and many of them have had such experiences already, and… they have ’terror’ as an aid. But Feng Bujue broke through this limit without fear and with his own determination.”
“Humph… Now is the only time you can gloat,” War said. “My stance hasn’t changed. I don’t believe Seven Kills will lose to anyone in a battle other than Phantom Dawn.”
“Hehehe… then we shall see.” Woody pushed on his glasses. “Oh, by the way, regarding Vincent’s purpose… I’ll give you a hint… Sometimes, to win, you have to lose.”
War glanced at Woody, but he did not say anything. Still, he understood what he meant.
…
“Alright, John Doe, I don’t know what happened between you two, and I am not interested.”
After Shiva turned into white light, three superheroes surrounded Feng Bujue. It was the Angel of Death who spoke.
“But you have to pay for what you did.”
Feng Bujue looked at his Stamina Points. There were one hundred points left.
With the aid of Soul’s Eye, the Stamina required in battle can be monitored. By cutting away unnecessary moves, movement that required three to five stamina points can be done with one. But… there are three people. Damian and Squire aren’t that strong, and they are weaker than Shiva in close combat, but the Angel of Death… in terms of combat, he might be stronger than the actual Batman. Nightwing and Batman might not be his match, and the three are main characters in the comic. If my speculation is not wrong… in this world, if I try to kill the main characters, I might get struck by lighting…
Feng Bujue sighed.
This is not good… A hundred Stamina Points is barely enough to run…
Suddenly…
Pew pew pew!
Three howling winds appeared, and three shadows shot from the dark. Damian and the Squire did not have the chance to evade. They were hit, and only the Angel of Death barely evaded it.
“Batarangs?” The three heroes were shocked. These batarangs had been modified. They were joined by ropes and shot out from a hook gun. When the batarangs flew past a person from both sides, the batarangs would rotate from different angles and tie up the target in seconds. Damian and Squire were not injured; they were just tied up and knocked to the ground.
“This way!” A man’s voice came from one of the rooftops. Feng Bujue knew that it was meant for him. He had no idea who it was and did not know whether it was a trap or not, but he had no other choice. Damian and Squire soon struggled loose. He had no time to hesitate. Brother Jue leaped into an alley. The alley was only three meters wide. He danced up the walls of the buildings and swiftly reached the sixth-floor roof. The Angel of Death was naturally trailing him. He knew that the other two could take care of themselves, so the most urgent task was to hold the target and not let this John Doe get away.
In the dark sky, two shadow shots at him. One was a batarang, and the other was a smoke bomb. This time, Angel of Death used both blades to block them. The batarang was knocked away, but once the smoke bomb made contact with the fiery blade, it exploded, and it covered the man in smog. When the Angel of Death escaped from the white smoke, be it John Doe or the other ambusher, they had disappeared.
…
Fifteen minutes later, on the roof of Wayne Enterprise, Feng Bujue asked, “You’ve watched too many crime films—do we have to fight here?”
A man in a Batsuit stood across from him and said jokingly, “Sorry, but I’m a cop.”
Actually, Seven Kills was telling the truth. He was an officer in real life.
“You are also a strange man,” Feng Bujue said. “You were already there when I was fighting Shiva, weren’t you?”
“Of course. This suit I have is amazing,” Seven Kills replied and pointed at his helmet. “This helmet alone has night vision, heat vision, echo location, air filtration, a small frequency receptor, and a communicator. With this… sneaking, surveillance, and tracking are like a game.”
“That’s why you’re a strange man,” Feng Bujue said. “Since you’re already there, why… didn’t you ambush us when I was fighting Shiva and allow the superheroes to kill me after the match was over? No matter what, it was much more reasonable than saving me to have this fight.”
Seven Kills laughed and said a reason that would confuse others. “I am a one-on-one philosophy follower.”