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Chapter 283: Mantlescramble Battle (18)
Chapter 283 Mantlescramble Battle (18)
“Hehehe… How long do you think she can last?” Wooly’s voice suddenly echoed from behind Disaster.
Disaster didn’t turn her head, replying coolly, “You mean Catwoman?”
Wooly chuckled, “Oh? Don’t tell me you think caibupainenotafraid can win?”
Disaster responded, “By the standards of non-powered heroes in the DC Universe, Selina Kyle’s abilities aren’t particularly outstanding. Her speed and agility are about four times that of an average human; her durability against falls or heavy impacts is triple; her strength barely exceeds that of a fit adult male… Compared to male heroes like Nightwing or Knight, she’s clearly outmatched.” She paused, “Even without using any of his skills, Fearless should be evenly matched against her.”
At this moment, both she and Wooly hovered invisibly in midair, their presence undetectable by any willpower in this dimension—including Fearless and Catwoman, who were locked in combat below.
“But Catwoman has two things Fearless doesn’t,” Wooly countered. “First, her elite combat skills. Second… her status as a major character in the universe—the ‘fortune’ that comes with it.”
“‘Fortune’?” Disaster repeated, snorting. “You mean she can’t die?”
“She can… and she can’t,” Wooly laughed. “Hehehe… Characters like Catwoman, who are major heroes or antagonists, usually only fake their deaths. After disappearing for a while, they’ll inevitably resurface.” He explained, “If players want to ‘kill’ these characters, they must do it the right way. Don’t chop off their heads or turn them into meat paste. The DC Universe’s ‘Highest Will’ might intervene—like suddenly sending Superman to stop the player.”
Wooly’s tone turned sarcastic: “To permanently kill major characters, I recommend classic methods: one, shoot bullets millimeters from their heart; two, push them into the abyss; three, make them vanish in an explosion.” He spread his hands. “Hehehe… Give the ‘Highest Will’ some wiggle room, understand? That way, it’s easier for them to resurrect these characters later.”
“Tch… Sounds like this ‘Highest Will’ here is like our boss—loves taking detours.”
“Hehehe…” Wooly’s slimy laugh lingered. “The Marvel Universe’s ‘Oaa’ is the same. If too many irreparable errors pile up, it’ll ‘reset’ all timelines and wipe lifeforms’ memories.”
“Enough. Back to the topic,” Disaster cut in. “Did you pop out just to tell me my bet is about to lose?”
“Hehehe… That’s just one reason,” Wooly sneered. “I also wanted to brag—my guy’s already won.”
“One day, Wooly, I’ll rip your throat out so you can’t laugh anymore.” Disaster’s voice chilled.
“But not today,” Wooly retorted. “Right now, Wenyi’s bet has already quit, Mr. You’s guy is eliminated, and once your girl dies, the last variable vanishes.”
“Hmph… You dare claim victory already?” Disaster scoffed, turning her head. “Even if my bet dies here as you predicted.” She glared. “Xi De’s bet, Shiva, and War’s bet, Seven Kill, both far surpass your madman. And their freedom is just a matter of time.”
“Hehehe… The sooner they regain freedom, the better things get…”
………
Meanwhile, inside the transport vehicle speeding away from the police station.
“Hey, where are we heading?” Seven Kill shouted through the bulletproof glass at the officers in the front.
They ignored him.
The vehicle’s design was unique: a small window separated the driver’s compartment from the rear, reinforced with bulletproof glass and iron mesh on both sides. The rear compartment’s walls were armored, and the doors were locked shut from outside. Based on countless painful experiences transporting super-criminals, the Gotham Police had devised this system—officers never shared a compartment with prisoners, avoiding hostage situations. Except for the front passenger seat, other officers and the keys were in a separate vehicle trailing behind. Upon arrival, they’d disembark to surround the transport and open it.
“Forget it. They can’t hear you,” Shiva said calmly.
“You’re awfully relaxed…” Seven Kill muttered. “What if I suddenly kill you, Fearless?”
They sat face-to-face, barely a meter apart—a perfect distance for Seven Kill, a martial artist, to strike.
“We both know cooperation increases escape chances,” Shiva replied. “Save the fight until we’re free of cops and heroes.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Seven Kill yanked his wrist cuffs, snapping the chain, then did the same to his ankle cuffs.
“I’m waiting until we’re far enough from downtown,” Shiva explained. “That way, no heroes will rush to stop us.”
Seven Kill stood, peering through the window. He tried to glimpse the outside through the windshield, but two layers of glass and the night obscured his view.
“Don’t bother,” Shiva said. “My reconnaissance skills are decent. We’re near the city’s edge—time to act. But…” He hesitated. “I’ve been wondering something.”
“What?”
“Doesn’t Bu Jue’s behavior seem odd? We surrendered, entered the station, then they halted questioning and rushed to move us elsewhere.”
“They fear our strength.”
“Partly,” Shiva agreed. “But I think… there’s more.” He locked eyes with Seven Kill. “We’ve been cooperative, never harming Gotham civilians directly. Yet suddenly, they lost trust and scrambled to relocate us.”
“Someone said or did something to change their minds?” Seven Kill pondered.
“Now that I think… Zhao Ying Wang’s death was suspicious,” Shiva mused. “Clearly, Mad Bu Jue is behind this.”
“You think he has a skill to control scenario characters?”
“If he did, we’d be dead already. He could’ve sent one or two heroes to assassinate us when we were alone,” Shiva countered. “My theory: Mad Bu Jue is making a spectacle, linking us to his chaos to turn Npc factions against us.”
“Then resisting and escaping now plays into his trap,” Seven Kill realized. “We’ll be labeled enemies permanently.”
“Exactly. But staying put risks being locked in Blackgate Prison,” Shiva said. “Then it becomes a battle of ‘game time.’ If he’s new to Terrifying Paradise, dragging things out means we’ll be kicked offline first.”
“Winning the combat power leaderboard without lifting a finger…” Seven Kill chuckled. “Mad Bu Jue… brilliant strategy.”
“But if heroes found us, they’d find him too. He’s weaker than us—how avoids capture or death?” Shiva asked.
“Maybe he’s already caught, just not locked up with us,” Seven Kill said. “For Free-for-All Mode’s task—Become the sole surviving player in the scenario—he’s probably aiming to win without fighting us.”
“He exploited the rules, using scenario resources to outmaneuver us,” Shiva said, snapping his cuffs. “We can’t change this. Proving innocence takes time, but becoming a villain? Always an option.” He stood. “Both methods—schemes and strength—are paths to victory. Today, Mad Bu Jue, a player off the combat power leaderboard, taught us a lesson.”
Seven Kill rose. “Don’t act like he’s already won. I’m not giving up yet.”
“I have a suggestion,” Shiva said.
“You want to escape first, then fight later, right?” Seven Kill smirked.
“Correct. But trust between us? Nonexistent. No team-ups.”
“Split up. Whoever finds and kills him first…”
“…Decides the final outcome.”
Two top-tier players, unwilling to let an obscure schemer like Feng Bu Jue manipulate them. At this point, anyone could win the kill game mode—except that level 80 upstart. Letting him triumph would be too easy.
Thus, the two masters reached a consensus in mere words.
Moments later, a deafening explosion erupted. The transport vehicle lurched violently, flipping midair. A fiery burst erupted beneath it, and two figures leapt into the night…
(End of Chapter)
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