Chapter 287 Battle for the Cowl (29)

“After Vincent’s bet, did this kid realize…” War floated in the sky, watching Feng Bujue, who was hundreds of meters below his feet.

“Hehehe… don’t you feel that this match has lost suspense?” Woody’s wry laugh came from his side.

War turned and looked at the guy in a black suit with white light on his glasses. “I finally understand now why Vincent contributed to this killing game.”

“Do you think he’s helping me?” Woody asked.

“Isn’t it?” War asked back.

“Hehehe… you’re wrong then. Sid is his disciple. He should help Sid if he wants to help.” Woody laughed: “Vincent is very clear that I don’t need his help.” His tone suddenly changed: “What’s more… in the final analysis, there is only one winner at the end of this gamble, to help anyone, in the end, may become a threat to himself.”

“Make sense.” War replied: “But at the moment, I think you get cheap and sell well.”

“Hehehe… indeed. Objectively, Feng Bujue has gained a lot of benefits.” Woody not only denied but also laughed: “But this has nothing to do with Vincent.” He paused: “Vincent did not know that before starting this killing game, Feng Bujue was only one step away from [Spiritual Mind].

Feng Bujue is a very talented man, but his wisdom has become bondage. In those scenarios in the past, he rarely had the opportunity to experience the real despair and deathmatch, because he always used ingenuity to solve problems, which often reduced the difficulty of fighting or directly avoiding fighting.

If he always fights against something stronger than himself like a combat player, he may realize the [Spiritual Mind] earlier than the one selected by Vincent.”

“You’re saying in disguise… Is the person I chose less perceptive than the one you chose?” Said War again. Because Seven Kill is a typical fighting player, Woody’s words sound pretty harsh.

“Hehehe… isn’t that obvious?” Woody laughed more and more wryly. “It’s not just the person you choose. All other candidates, cannot be compared with Feng Bujue on perceptive.” He began to draw hatred to Feng Bujue. “Fighting with powerful opponents and being pushed to the limit is the basic condition for learning [Spiritual Mind]. The people you choose are mostly combat players, and each has many similar experiences, and… those people still have ‘fear’ as a supplement. But Feng Bujue, without fear, crossed the line by his own will.”

“Huh… you can bluff now.” War said: “My point of view is still unchanged, I don’t think that Seven Kill will be lost to anyone other than Valiant Ghost Devouring Heaven in battle.”

“Hehehe… let’s wait and see.” Woody pushed his glasses. “Oh, yes, about Vincent’s purpose… I’ll give you a hint…” He said inexplicably: “Sometimes In order to win, you must lose.”

War glanced at Woody again. Without speaking, he already understood the meaning of him.

………

“Okay, Anonymous. I don’t know what unpleasantness happened between you and other travellers, and I’m not interested.” After Shiva turned into white light, the three superheroes surrounded Feng Bujue. At this moment Azrael spoke in his low voice: “But you have to pay for what you do.”

Feng Bujue looked at his Stamina Value, with 100/2800 left, and thought: With the help of Spiritual Mind, the Stamina Value required for fighting can also be controlled microscopically. Things that require three or four points of Stamina Value can now be done with one point.

But… they now have three people. Damian and Squire are not very strong, their individual hand-to-hand strength is under Shiva. But Azrael… In terms of fighting, he might be stronger than the genuine Batman. Neither Nightwing nor Todd may not be his opponents.

And all three of them are the main characters of comics, if my reasoning is correct… in these comics world, If I really want to kill the main character, maybe a thunder will strike me to death…

“Well…” Feng Bujue could not help but said: “One hundred Stamina may not be enough to escape…”

Suddenly—

Three items flying and ringing together, three black shadows were seen from the night sky.

Squire and Damian didn’t have the chance to dodge, though both tried to avoid it. Only Azrael leapt to the side and avoided it.

“Bat Dart?” All three heroes were startled.

This bat dart was modified, with a rope attached between each dart, shot from a claw gun. The principle of this thing is that two darts fly over the sides of a person’s body. After the rope touches the body, the two darts will circle in two different directions, and a person can be tied up in just two seconds.

Damian and Squire were not hurt but were just temporarily tied. They were brought down by the impulse and fell on the street.

“This way!” A man’s voice came from the top of a building high up.

Feng Bujue was very clear that the man was saying this to himself. He didn’t know who the other party was or if it was a trap, but at the moment he had no choice. Damian and Squire were soon able to free themselves from the ropes, he had no time to hesitate.

Feng Bujue quickly flashed into an alley next to him. The alley was only three or four meters wide. He bounced back and forth on the outer walls of the buildings and quickly reached the six-story roof.

Azrael naturally caught up. He knew that the other two could untie the rope without his help, so the top priority was to delay the target and not let this “Anonymous” escape.

Unexpectedly, there were two more attacks in the night sky, one was a bat dart, and the other was a smoke bomb. Azrael used swords to block incoming objects this time. He hit the bat dart, but when the smoke bomb reacted with his red sword, it suddenly burst, covering him all with smoke.

When Azrael burst out of the white smoke, both Anonymous and the sneak attacker hiding in the dark had disappeared into sight…

………

Fifteen minutes later, on the top of the Wayne Enterprises.

“Have you watched too many police films, do we have to fight here?” Feng Bujue asked.

A man in a full bat suit stood opposite him, saying jokingly, “Sorry, I’m the cop.”

In fact, what he said should be regarded as the truth. In the real world, he is a policeman.

“You are also a weirdo…” Feng Bujue said again, “when I was fighting Shiva, were you there?”

“Ah, of course, this set of equipment on my body is extremely amazing.” Seven kills back, he clicked his helmet with his hand: “Even this helmet equipped with night vision, thermal camera, sound nanometers, gas masks, miniature radio receivers, and walkie-talkie systems. With this, sneak, monitor, track… a piece of cake.”

“That’s why you are weird…” Feng Bujue said: “Since you have been here for a long time, why… haven’t you sneaked in while I was fighting Shiva, or you haven’t chosen to stand by and watch after we finished.” He asked, “Whichever strategy is more reasonable than saving me and coming here alone?”

Seven Kills said with a smile with his unbelievable reason again: “I believe in soloism.”