Chapter 19 The Inevitable

"So, after Vincent bet on him, this kid has also comprehended it…" War floated in the sky, looking down at Feng Bujue hundreds of meters below, speaking.

"Heh heh heh… Do you feel like the outcome is no longer in doubt?" Woody's lewd laughter came from beside him.

War turned his head and looked at the guy in the black suit, his glasses always gleaming white. "I finally understand why Vincent wanted to facilitate this killing game."

"You think he's helping me?" Woody asked.

"Isn't he?" War retorted.

"Heh heh heh… You're wrong, Sid is his disciple, if he was helping anyone it should be Sid's pick." Woody laughed. "Vincent is well aware that I don't need his help." His tone suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Besides… in the end, there's only one winner in this game. Helping anyone could become a threat to himself."

"What you say makes sense." War replied, "But hearing it now, I think an Eastern saying can be used to describe it… selling favors while acting innocent."

"Heh heh heh… Indeed, objectively speaking, Feng Bujue has gained a lot." Woody not only didn't deny it, but also grinned, "But that has nothing to do with Vincent." He paused. "Vincent didn't know that before this killing game started, Feng Bujue was only one step away from comprehending Soul Intent."

"Feng Bujue is a very talented person, but his intelligence has become a kind of constraint. In past scenarios, he rarely had the opportunity to experience true desperation and deathmatches. Because he always uses his wit to solve problems, which often reduces the difficulty of combat or directly avoids it."

"If he could fight some stronger opponents like a combat-type player, he might have comprehended Soul Intent earlier than Vincent's pick."

"Are you indirectly saying… that the person I chose has less comprehension than the kid you chose?" War asked after hearing this. Because Seven Kills was a combat-type player, Woody's words sounded quite grating.

"Heh heh heh heh… Isn't that obvious?" Woody laughed even more lewdly, "Not just the person you chose, but all the other choices, in terms of comprehension, are incomparable to Feng Bujue." He began to draw aggro for Jue-ge. "Fighting powerful opponents and being pushed to the limit is the basic condition for comprehending Soul Intent. The people you chose are mostly combat-type players, each of whom has had many such experiences, and… those people also have 'fear' as an aid. But Feng Bujue crossed the boundary with his own will, without any fear."

"Hmph… gloat while you can." War said, "My view remains unchanged, I don't think Seven Kills will lose in combat to anyone other than Tun Tian Gui Xiao." (Devouring Heaven Ghost Howl)

"Heh heh heh… Then we'll wait and see." Woody pushed up his glasses, "Oh, by the way, about Vincent's purpose… I'll give you a hint…" He said inscrutably, "Sometimes, in order to win, you have to lose."

War glanced at Woody again, without speaking, but he already understood what the other party meant.

…

"Alright, Nameless. I don't know what unpleasantness has occurred between you interdimensional travelers, and I'm not interested." After Shiva turned into white light, the three superheroes surrounded Feng Bujue. At this moment, Death Angel used his low voice to speak, "But you have to pay the price for what you've done."

Feng Bujue looked at his Stamina Value, which was still at 1,002,800, and thought to himself: With the assistance of Soul Intent, even the stamina required for combat can be controlled microscopically. As long as I "streamline" unnecessary movements, what originally required three or four points of stamina can now be done with one.

But… there are three of them now. Damian and the Attendant aren't very strong, their individual melee strength is below Shiva's, but Death Angel… in terms of fighting, he might be even fiercer than the real Batman. Nightwing and Todd might not be his opponents.

And all three of them are main characters in the comics, if my reasoning is correct… in this kind of American comic world, if you really have murderous intentions towards the main characters, you might get struck by lightning…

"This is tricky…" Feng Bujue couldn't help but say out loud, "A hundred stamina might not even be enough to escape…"

Suddenly, whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Almost overlapping, three sounds of something cutting through the air rang out, and three black shadows swept over from the night sky.

The Attendant and Damian were unable to dodge in time and were hit, while Death Angel leaped to the side, barely avoiding the attack.

"Batarangs?" The three heroes were all shocked.

These batarangs were modified, with ropes connecting each pair, fired from a grappling gun. The principle is that two batarangs fly past either side of a person's body, and when the ropes touch, the two batarangs will wrap around in different directions, binding the person in just two seconds.

Damian and the Attendant weren't injured, their torsos were temporarily tied up, and their bodies were knocked over by the impact, falling onto the street.

"This way!" A man's voice came from the top of a building.

Feng Bujue knew that this was directed at him. He didn't know who the speaker was, nor whether this was a trap, but he had no choice. Damian and the Attendant would soon break free from their restraints. He had no time to hesitate.

Jue-ge quickly slipped into a small alley beside him. The alley was only three or four meters wide. He jumped back and forth between the outer walls of the buildings, quickly reaching the roof of the six-story building.

Death Angel naturally pursued him. He knew that the other two youngsters didn't need his help to untie themselves, so the immediate task was to hold the target back and prevent this "Nameless" from escaping.

Unexpectedly, two more swift shadows attacked in the night sky, one was a batarang, and the other was a smoke bomb. This time, Death Angel used his dual swords to block the incoming objects. The batarang was knocked away, but when the smoke bomb encountered the fiery blade, it immediately exploded, engulfing him in the center of the smoke.

When Death Angel broke out of the smoke, both Nameless and the hidden attacker had disappeared from sight…

…

Fifteen minutes later, Wayne Tower, rooftop.

"Have you watched too many cop movies? Did we have to fight here?" Feng Bujue asked.

A man in a full Batman suit stood opposite him and said jokingly, "Sorry, I'm a cop."

In fact, Seven Kills was telling the truth, he was a police officer in the real world.

"You're a strange person too…" Feng Bujue said again, "You were already there when I was fighting Shiva, right?"

"Ah, of course, this suit of mine is incredibly amazing." Seven Kills replied, pointing to his helmet, "Just this helmet alone has night vision, thermal imaging, sonar, a gas mask, a miniature radio receiver, and an intercom system. With this, stealth, surveillance, tracking… it's like a game."

"That's why I say you're strange…" Feng Bujue said, "Since you arrived so early, why… didn't you take advantage of the situation to launch a sneak attack when I was fighting Shiva, nor did you choose to stand by after we finished fighting." He asked, "Wouldn't either strategy be more rational than saving me and then coming here for a one-on-one fight?"

Seven Kills smiled and said a reason that seemed bizarre to others, "I am a one-on-one enthusiast."