bioinnovel Chapter 468 [Two Chapters Combined] Technique Player Narrowly Loses to Stat Monster
Chapter 468 [Two Chapters Combined] Technique Player Narrowly Loses to Stat Monster
See, it was precisely because Riley couldn't bear to use his full strength that he deliberately let Felicia take the full force of her attacks.
This led Felicia to become overconfident in her combos, resulting in a misjudgment of the pace of the battle.
not to mention……
Peter's numerous past mishaps served as a stark warning, forcing Riley to admit...
The Ancient One's ideas, which he once scoffed at, actually have some merit.
Growth is often accompanied by pain.
Some lessons, especially regarding the limits of one's own abilities and the brutality of the battlefield...
If they haven't experienced it firsthand, even if you've been through it, no matter how painstakingly you analyze the pros and cons and emphasize the dangers, it's difficult to truly make them remember and learn to make the right choice when facing life and death.
Therefore, he forced himself to harden his heart, restrained his instinct to strike, and transformed himself into an observer in the shadows.
His original idea was to have this mysterious person—as a time traveler, Riley could immediately tell that this guy, who was good at imitating others' moves and had flexible and varied tactics, was the famous villain "Taskmaster" in the Marvel Universe—serve as a testing ground for Felicia to officially embark on the path of "superhero," a rather significant "starter village BOSS."
This would allow Felicia to test the results of her training under the pressure of a real crisis and to break through her limits in a life-or-death struggle.
Whether the final result is a successful defeat against a powerful enemy or a bitter defeat, it will be an invaluable part of Felicia's growth.
That's why, even after witnessing Felicia cough up blood and suffer a severe injury, Riley could only stay in the shadows, constantly pinching his own thigh hard, using the intense pain to force himself to suppress the instinctive urge to immediately appear and shield her from all harm.
However, Taskmaster's attempt to kill Felicia clearly crossed Riley's line.
This guy almost killed Felicia, causing her so much pain...
Riley will repay him a hundredfold, a thousandfold, and in Felicia's place, treat him well!
Lost in thought, Riley slowly stood up and turned to Taskmaster, who remained in a wary stance. The dim light in the alley seemed to distort for a moment as he turned, and the air felt thick and heavy.
"It seems my little cat has caused you quite a bit of trouble, so I'm returning the favor..."
DECADE's electronic sounds remained steady, but beneath that steadiness, it was as if lava was rolling.
"Let me have some fun with you, Mr. Anthony Masters, the master of imitation."
When the name was clearly uttered from DECADE's electronic synthesized voice, the Imitation Master, who was originally poised to pounce like a cheetah and focused intently on finding an angle to attack, stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.
Anthony Masters.
Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
This was his real name, which he had carefully hidden beneath countless disguises and mercenary code names...
This name is so rare that even S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top-secret files no longer contain it...
How could it have come out so easily from the mouth of this suddenly appearing, magenta-colored monster?
A chill instantly shot up his spine, more intense than the pain from the wound on his left arm.
Not only is the origin of the other party unknown, but their level of intelligence gathering is also unfathomable!
I know nothing about him, but he may know everything about me!
An even more alarming change followed.
The moment Riley turned around and locked onto him, the indicator light on DECADE's forehead, which had been steadily emitting an orange-yellow glow, suddenly turned into an eerie purple without warning, as if it had been tainted by some dark emotion!
Even those cold, green compound eyes, with their corners swirling violently, revealed a ferocious, demonic shape.
Even in the master of imitation's highly focused gaze, a chilling, murderous crimson seemed to faintly emerge from the depths of those green compound eyes!
This undisguised, almost overflowing malice, like a torrent of ice water, flooded his brain, making the imitator's breath catch in his throat.
A beast-like, keen intuition, forged from countless brushes with death, shrieked in his mind!
Danger!
Extremely dangerous!
We can no longer continue to passively observe!
If I hesitate any longer, I will surely die!
The next second, Taskmaster, flustered by having his real name exposed and under the pressure of Riley's sudden change in terrifying aura, had no choice but to strike first!
He propelled himself forward with a burst of speed, not in a straight line, but with multiple feints and changes of direction. His right hand, fingers clenched like a knife, thrust straight at the center of the DECADE breastplate's cross. His left hand, meanwhile, was poised to block or launch a second attack.
This strike combined the ruthlessness of military dagger techniques with his own independently developed armor-piercing skills. He was confident that if he could land a hit, he could tear through the armor of this pretentious fellow in his specially made combat suit!
Riley stood there, seemingly not having reacted.
He only slightly turned his body when the chop was about to strike him.
The sharp hand strike barely grazed the edge of the magenta breastplate, sending up only a few barely perceptible sparks.
Meanwhile, Riley's right hand had somehow casually rested on the side handle of the driver at his waist, pulling it apart to the sides.
However, Riley did not pull out any cards to insert. Instead, he used an almost brutal and savage method to forcefully push the open drive back into place with one hand!
"Click!"
The soft click of the drive closing seemed to strike the heart of the imitation master.
"Attack Ride! Slash!"
The instant the belt sound effect rang out, Riley's left hand, which had been holding the Control Card Gun, transformed into a longsword with a smooth and rapid mechanical transformation sound! Dangerous red light flickered at the edges, and each swing left a trail of afterimages!
Then, as he dodged to the side, Riley gripped his longsword tightly and slashed upwards!
The timing was so cunning, it was just when the master imitator was using an old trick and hadn't yet developed any new skills!
"Varied……!"
When the Taskmaster saw this, he was immediately filled with horror!
He initially thought that this guy who suddenly intervened was just another rookie vigilante, like Felicia, who relied on his superhuman strength or unique equipment to act arrogantly and ignorantly.
Therefore, even the moment Riley's aura shifted, Taskmaster clearly sensed the danger. Subconsciously, however, a trace of disdain, based on his extensive combat experience, remained.
But this precise dodge and counterattack, this sword strike that completely anticipated his attack rhythm, instantly shattered his contempt! Even his eyes, which were full of calculation and conspiracy, became clearer at this moment!
His strong will to survive forced him to abandon the foolish idea of trying to fight back, and instead, at the cost of muscle damage, he forcibly twisted his body.
The core muscles groaned in unbearable strain, unsurprisingly triggering a cramp as a side effect.
But thanks to the master of imitation's decisive decision, the scorching energy sword narrowly grazed his side, easily slicing through his specially made tactical uniform.
Even so, the Imitation Master could clearly feel the burning pain on his skin as the blade grazed him, and could even faintly smell the burnt smell of roasted meat.
In that instant, the pain in his ribs and the excruciating cramping in his thigh muscles from the forceful exertion simultaneously assaulted the Imitation Master.
But the master of imitation dared not stop for a moment!
He suppressed the protests of his muscles, and using the momentum of his twisting body, he pushed off the ground hard with his toes, leaping backward in a disheveled but swift manner, trying to create distance from this dangerous opponent and regain space to catch his breath and observe.
He must recollect combat data, analyze the opponent's attack patterns and habitual movements, and find any weaknesses that could allow him to turn the tide of battle!
However, Riley, who had already decided to kill and unintentionally entered a state of passion, was already at the peak of his desire to attack! How could he let his prey escape so easily?
"Attack Ride! Blast!"
Another casual, unintentional, and powerful single push scene!
Riley simply wiped the blade and quickly transformed the longsword in his hand back into a cartridge gun mode.
Then, the instant the transformation was complete, Riley, a former narcotics officer with extensive shooting experience, had already anticipated Taskmaster's backward leap trajectory. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, unleashing a continuous barrage of magenta energy bullets that completely blocked Taskmaster's escape route!
Meanwhile, due to a leg cramp, the Taskmaster was unable to choose any other escape route. Even though he sensed the impending danger, he could only grit his teeth and maintain a retreating posture while pushing his mimicry abilities to the limit.
In an instant, the figure of the imitator transformed into a blurry, almost imperceptible shadow within the limited space of the alley.
Felicia's flexibility, Spider-Man's agility, even pulling out a round shield from behind to parry like Captain America...
He used every style of technique imaginable, which allowed the Imitation Master to narrowly dodge most of the light projectiles.
However, two energy blasts with particularly tricky angles still exceeded the reaction limits of his current limited body.
One bullet grazed his shoulder, while the other narrowly passed between his legs.
However, even if it only grazed the target, the destructive power contained in that magenta energy blast was extremely astonishing!
The armor on the master's shoulder shattered, scattering fragments and revealing a bloody, mangled wound underneath.
The bulletproof bodysuit on the inside of my thigh was blasted open, and the scorching energy penetrated, causing excruciating pain as my skin was torn open!
"Ugh—!"
The Taskmaster leaned against the cold, rough brick wall, breathing heavily. Each breath aggravated his wounds, bringing new stinging pain. Cold sweat mingled with blood, sticky and unpleasant beneath his tight-fitting tactical suit.
If a mere glancing blow has such power, one can only imagine the consequences of being hit head-on!
Even more deadly is...
Looking at DECADE not far ahead, with its flashing purple indicator lights, bloodshot compound eyes, and an ominous purplish-black aura that had materialized and was visible to the naked eye, his mood instantly sank to the bottom!
The guy in front of me, who calls himself "Kamen Rider," is displaying an attack style that is completely unrelated to the Spider-Man he has been observing and analyzing for a long time.
Could it be that I've misunderstood, and that the little stray cat was just passing by?
And I, with my preconceived notions, have unwittingly provoked such a powerful enemy?!
"You dare to daydream? Interesting... Is it because you know you can't escape, and you're reliving the foolish mistakes you made, Masters?"
At the same time, as the murderous intent continued to rise, the hoarse and distorted electronic voice sounded again.
Riley, with a cruel, cat-and-mouse glint in his eye, deliberately and slowly approached Taskmaster, so that Taskmaster could savor the taste of despair and fear before his death.
The Imitation Master gritted his teeth, suppressing his chaotic thoughts and the warnings from his body, his mind frantically calculating a way to escape.
Judging from the result of their previous exchange, the gap in strength between the two is too great.
In particular, the opponent's ability to switch attack modes at will, and their wheelchair-based fighting style that relies solely on numerical superiority and lacks any skill, is undoubtedly a natural counter to players like him who rely on skill to win!
There's absolutely no chance of winning in a direct confrontation...
We need to find a way to create chaos and distract this guy, like...
Should we attack that little wildcat that has already fallen into a coma?
Judging from his behavior just now, he must care a lot about the safety of this little wildcat, so it's worth a try.
only……
If you fail, you will face a terrifying monster whose anger level will rise again!
Such a clear self-awareness caused the impersonator to fall silent once again.
However, before he could implement any of his plans, a sudden change occurred!
"Sizzle—!!!"
A piercing shriek, as if the fabric of space had been forcibly torn apart, exploded without warning between the two people and in the shadows of many places throughout the alley!
The sound did not originate from a single point, but rather came from several directions simultaneously!
Immediately afterwards, both Taskmaster and Riley saw several shadows on the alley floor violently churning and bulging like boiling black oil!
The stains and graffiti on the walls were constantly peeling off and twisting and wriggling, as if they had come to life on their own!
From these boiling shadows and twisted traces, several streams of dark energy, viscous as asphalt, constantly and violently changing in form, and emanating a chaotic and malicious intensity several times stronger than any previous phantom, suddenly erupted!
These dark energies did not directly attack anyone, but instead intertwined and condensed wildly in mid-air, instantly transforming into more than a dozen monsters that were even larger and more terrifying in detail!
Some of them resembled giant humanoid skeletons, draped in tattered shadow cloaks, with ghostly blue flames burning in their eye sockets.
Some resembled giant beasts stitched together from the remains of multi-segmented insects and mammals, dripping with a nauseating, corrosive slime.
Others are simply a collection of translucent vengeful spirits with constantly wailing and distorted faces!