Chapter 287 Battle for the Cloak (Twenty-Nine)

"Following Vincent's bettor, has this kid also realized it..." Zhan Zhan floated in the sky, looking at Feng Bujueyan who was hundreds of meters away from his feet.

"Hehehe... don't you think the suspense of victory or defeat has been lost?" Woody's obscene laughter came from beside him.

Zhan Zhan turned his face and looked at the guy in a black suit with his glasses always glowing with white light, "Now I finally understand why Vincent wanted to promote this killing game."

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

"Isn't it?" Zhan Zhan asked.

"Hehehe... you are wrong. Sid is his disciple. If you want to help him, you should help Sid choose someone." Woody smiled and said: "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 final analysis, there is only one winner in the end of this bet. If you help anyone, it may become a threat to yourself in the end."

"What you say makes sense." Zhan Zhan replied: "But now that I hear it, I think it can be described as an Eastern proverb... Be obedient when you get a bargain."

"Hehehe[...Indeed, objectively, Feng Bujue has gained a lot of benefits." Woody not only did not deny it, but also smiled broadly: "But this has nothing to do with Vincent." He paused: "Vincent didn't know that before starting this killing game, Feng Bujue was only one step away from understanding the soul.

Feng Bujue is a very talented person, but his wisdom has become a constraint. In those past scripts, he rarely had the opportunity to experience desperate situations and death battles in the true sense. Because he always uses resourcefulness to solve problems, he often reduces the difficulty of battles or avoids them directly.

If he could be like a fighting player, constantly fighting against things stronger than himself, he might be able to realize the meaning of the soul earlier than the person Vincent chose. "

"You are saying in disguise...the person I chose is not as intelligent as the boy you chose, right?" Zhan Zhan said after hearing this. Because Qisha is a fighting player, Woody's words sounded quite harsh.

"Hehehehe... isn't that an obvious thing?" Woody's smile became even more obscene, "It's not just the person you chose. All other candidates cannot be compared with Feng Bujue in terms of understanding." He said He began to hate Jue Ge La: "Fighting with powerful opponents and being pushed to the limit is the basic condition for understanding the soul. Most of the people you selected are fighting players, and each of them has many such experiences. Moreover...those people also have 'fear' as an aid. But Feng Bujue crossed the limit by his own will without any fear."

"Hmph... If you want to make a noise, do it now." Zhan Zhan said: "My point of view remains unchanged. I don't think Qisha will lose to anyone except Tiantian Guixiao in the battle."

"Hehehe... let's wait and see." Woody pushed up his glasses, "Oh. By the way, about Vincent's purpose... I'll give you a hint..." He said enigmatically: "Sometimes , in order to win, you have to lose.”

Zhan Zhan glanced at Woody again and said nothing, but he already understood what the other party meant.

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"Okay, Anonymous. I don't know what unpleasantness happened between you travelers from other worlds, and I'm not interested either." After Shiva turned into white light, the three superheroes surrounded Feng Bujue. At this moment, it was the Angel of Death who spoke in his deep voice: "But you have to pay for what you have done."

Feng Bujue looked at his physical strength, which was still 100/2800, and thought in his mind: With the help of soul, the physical strength required in fighting can be controlled microscopically. As long as the redundant movements are "streamlined", things that originally required three or four points of physical energy can now be done with one point.

But...there are three people on the other side now. Damian and his attendants were not very strong, and their individual physical combat abilities were inferior to Shiva's. But the Angel of Death... in terms of combat alone, may be more ruthless than the original Batman. Neither Nightwing nor Todd may be his match.

And all three of them are the main characters of comics, if my reasoning is correct...in this kind of American comic world. If you really want to kill the main character, you might be struck to death by lightning...

"It's not easy..." Feng Bujue couldn't help but say: "One hundred physical fitness may not be enough to escape..."

Suddenly, swish swish——

Three almost overlapping sounds of breaking wind sounded, and three black shadows were seen flying from the night sky.

The attendant and Damian were unable to dodge, and both were hit. Only the Angel of Death barely managed to avoid it by leaping to the side.

"Batarang?" All three heroes were surprised.

This batarang has been modified. There is a rope connected between each two darts, and it is shot from the grapple gun. The principle of this thing is that two darts fly from both 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 his attendants did not suffer any injuries, but their torsos were temporarily tied up, and their bodies were knocked down by the momentum and fell to the street.

"Go this way!" A man's voice came from the top of a building high up.

Feng Bujue knew very well that this sentence was being spoken to him. He didn't know who the other party was or whether it was a trap, but he had no choice at the moment. Damian and his squire were soon able to free themselves from their restraints, and he had no time to hesitate.

Brother Jue quickly ducked 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 two buildings on the left and right, and quickly reached the six-story rooftop.

The Angel of Death naturally chased after him. He knew that the other two children could untie the rope without his own help, so the top priority was to hold the target back and prevent this "Anonymous" from escaping.

Unexpectedly, two more shadows struck in the night sky, one was a batarang and the other was a smoke bomb. This time, the Death Angel used his two swords to block the incoming object, and the batarang was knocked away by him, but the smoke bomb exploded immediately when it encountered the red flame-burning sword body, covering his whole body in smoke. center.

When the Angel of Death broke out of the white smoke, both the nameless person and the sneak attacker lurking in the dark had disappeared from sight...

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Fifteen minutes later, Wayne Tower, rooftop.

"You've watched too many police and gangster movies. Do you have to fight here?" Feng Bujue asked.

A man in a full bat suit stood opposite him and said jokingly: "Sorry, I'm a policeman."

In fact, Qisha's sentence should be regarded as the truth. In the real world, he is a policeman.

"You are also a weirdo..." Feng Bujue added, "Were you already present when Shiva and I were fighting?"

"Ah, of course, this set of equipment on me is extremely amazing." Qisha replied, he tapped his helmet with his hand: "This helmet alone is equipped with night vision, thermal imaging, sound Nail, gas mask, miniature radio receiver and walkie-talkie system. With this, stealth, surveillance, tracking...it's just like playing."

"That's why I say you're weird..." Feng Bujue said, "Since you've been here a long time ago, why... you didn't take advantage of the situation to attack Shiva while I was fighting, nor did you choose to stand by and watch after we finished the fight." He Asked: "No matter which strategy is used, it is more reasonable than rescuing me and then coming here to challenge me, right?"

Qisha smiled and gave a reason that seemed a bit unbelievable to others: "I am a one-on-one person." (To be continued...)