Chapter 11 The Helper

“So, after Vincent bet on him, this kid also caught on…” War floated in the sky, looking down at Feng Bujue several hundred meters below.

“Hee hee hee… 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 now why Vincent wanted to facilitate this killing game.”

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

“Isn’t he?” War retorted.

“Hee hee hee… you’re wrong about that. Seed is his disciple, so if he were going to help anyone, it should be Seed’s choice.” Woody laughed. “Vincent knows very well that I don’t need his help.” His tone suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice, “Besides… in the end, there can only be one winner in this gamble. Helping anyone could eventually become a threat to yourself.”

“What you say makes sense.” War replied. “But hearing it now, I feel like an Eastern saying can be used to describe it… ‘acting innocent after taking advantage’.”

“Hee hee hee… indeed, objectively speaking, Feng Bujue has gained a great advantage.” Woody not only didn’t deny it but laughed even harder. “But that has nothing to do with Vincent.” He paused. “Vincent didn’t know that before the start of this killing game, Feng Bujue was only one step away from understanding Soul Intent.

Feng Bujue is a very talented person, but his wisdom has become a kind of constraint. In the past scripts, he rarely had the opportunity to experience true life-or-death situations. Because he always uses his intelligence to solve problems, he often reduces the difficulty of the battle or avoids it altogether.

If he could be like a combat-type player, constantly fighting against things stronger than himself, he might have understood Soul Intent sooner than the person Vincent chose.”

“Are you indirectly saying… that the person I chose has less comprehension than the kid you chose?” War asked after hearing this. Because Qi Sha was a combat-type player, Woody’s words sounded quite harsh.

“Hee hee hee hee… isn’t that obvious?” Woody’s laughter became even more lewd. “Not just the person you chose, but all the other candidates, in terms of comprehension, cannot be compared with Feng Bujue.” He started to draw aggro for Jue-ge at this point, “Fighting powerful opponents and being forced to the limit is the basic condition for understanding 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, in the absence of any fear.”

“Hmph… you can boast all you want now.” War said. “My view remains unchanged, I don’t think Qi Sha will lose in battle to anyone other than Devouring Heavens Ghost骁.”

“Hee hee hee… then we shall wait and see.” Woody pushed up his glasses. “Oh, right, 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, but said nothing, already understanding what the other party meant.

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“Alright, Nameless. I don’t know what unpleasantness has happened 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 say, “But you must pay for what you’ve done.”

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

*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 combat alone, he might be even more ruthless than the original Batman. Nightwing and Todd might not be his match.*

*And all three of them are major characters in the comics. If my reasoning is correct… in this kind of American comic world, if I really have murderous intentions towards a major character, I might get struck by lightning…*

“This is difficult…” Feng Bujue couldn’t help but say out loud, “One hundred stamina, might not even be enough to escape…”

Suddenly, *whoosh whoosh whoosh*—

Almost overlapping, three sounds of air being torn apart rang out, and three balls of black shadow swept in from the night sky.

The Attendant and Damian were unable to dodge and were hit, while Death Angel leapt to the side, barely avoiding it.

“Batarangs?” All three heroes were shocked.

These batarangs were modified; each pair was connected by a rope, fired from a grappling gun. The principle of this thing was that the two batarangs flew past a person’s body on either side, and when the rope touched the body, the two batarangs would circle in two different directions, binding a person in just two seconds.

Damian and the Attendant weren’t injured, their torsos were temporarily bound, 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 high above.

Feng Bujue knew very well that this sentence was addressed to him. He didn’t know who the other party was, nor did he know if this was a trap, but at this moment, he had no choice. Damian and the Attendant could quickly free themselves from the restraints, and he didn’t have time to hesitate.

Jue-ge quickly flashed into a small alley beside him. The alley was no more than three or four meters wide. He bounced back and forth between the outer walls of the two buildings, quickly reaching the rooftop of the six-story building.

Death Angel naturally chased after him. He knew that the other two kids could untie the ropes without his help, so the top priority was to hold the target and not let this "Nameless" take the opportunity to escape.

Unexpectedly, two more quick shadows attacked from the night sky, one a batarang, and the other a smoke bomb. This time, Death Angel used his twin swords to block the incoming objects. The batarang was knocked away by him, but when the smoke bomb encountered the flame-covered sword, it exploded instantly, covering his entire body in the center of the smoke.

When Death Angel rushed out of the white smoke, both Nameless and the lurking attacker had disappeared from sight…

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Fifteen minutes later, Wayne Tower, rooftop.

“You’ve watched too many police dramas, haven’t you? You have to fight here?” Feng Bujue asked.

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

In fact, what Qi Sha said should be true. In the real world, he was a policeman.

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

“Ah, of course. This equipment I’m wearing is incredibly amazing.” Qi Sha replied, tapping his helmet. “Just this helmet alone is equipped with night vision goggles, thermal imagers, sonar, gas masks, miniature radio receivers, and intercom systems. With this, stealth, surveillance, and tracking are as easy as playing a game.”

“That’s why I said you’re strange…” Feng Bujue said, “Since you arrived so early, why… didn’t you take the opportunity to attack when I was fighting Shiva, nor did you choose to stand by and watch after we finished fighting?” He asked, “Either strategy would be more logical than rescuing me and then coming here for a one-on-one fight, right?”

Qi Sha laughed and gave a reason that seemed unbelievable to others: “I am a one-on-one fighter.”