I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 552 Combination Techniques

The moment the green light flashed, Hawkeye's pupils contracted sharply, realizing he had been exposed. But he didn't panic; he held his breath and fired an arrow at Xiaoyu.

The carbon fiber arrow shot out of the bowstring, heading straight for Xiaoyu's forehead.

A vibranium shield blocked the arrow's trajectory.

The arrow struck the shield with a sharp metallic clang, bounced off, and embedded itself in the wall. The shield didn't even flinch—Steve had anticipated this the instant the green light appeared and erected a defensive line in front of Jade.

Then he didn't give Hawkeye a chance to fire a second arrow.

Steve didn't even retract his shield. He grabbed the edge of the rebounding shield, used his core strength to propel himself through his body, and sent the vibranium shield flying with a sharp whooshing sound as it hurtled towards Hawkeye.

Hawkeye's lips curled up slightly.

He immediately discerned the shield's trajectory—a straight line, without any fancy changes of direction. Although the corridor wasn't wide, the supporting pillar in front of him was thick enough to completely conceal his body.

He doesn't even need to move.

He simply needs to stand still and wait for the shield to fly past the two pillars, then he can calmly nock the second arrow. This arrow will be an EMP arrow, targeting Iron Man's armor. Then comes the third, an explosive arrow, enough to create sufficient chaos before retreating.

The shield's trajectory swept past his left.

As he expected, things turned out just as he predicted.

Hawkeye's finger was already on the fletching of the second arrow.

Then he saw the light.

A beam of repulsive force shot from Tony's palm.

The beam wasn't aimed at Hawkeye. It struck the flying vibranium shield precisely—grazing its edge at an extremely tricky angle. The vibranium absorbed the energy of the repulsive beam, causing the shield's rotation to accelerate dramatically, and its trajectory to be refracted at a sharp angle for a split second.

The shield slammed into the wall on the left.

It didn't stop.

The properties of vibranium caused it to bounce off at almost no speed, slamming into the ceiling, then the right wall, and then back into the ceiling. Each bounce was accompanied by a piercing metallic clang, the shield weaving a deadly web of lines between the corridor walls.

Hawkeye's pupils dilated suddenly.

He tried to track the shield's trajectory, but it was too fast. After three bounces, the shield had become a blurry silver-blue streak, crashing down from an angle he hadn't anticipated at all—from behind the supporting pillar.

His hiding place was no longer a cover, but a trap.

After bouncing several times, the shield just managed to bypass the obstruction of the supporting pillar and cut in from the eagle's blind spot.

He instinctively raised his compound bow to parry.

The vibranium shield slammed into the bow. The carbon fiber bow snapped in two with a sickening crack. The impact of the shield, cushioned by the bow, was still fierce, and the remaining kinetic energy poured into Hawkeye's chest.

A sharp pain shot through my ribs. At least two were broken.

A blinding flash of white light erupted before Hawkeye's eyes, his back slammed against a load-bearing pillar, and he slid down its surface, collapsing to the ground. The broken composite bow slipped from his grasp, bounced twice in the corridor, and then lay still.

He didn't even have time to show a look of astonishment. His consciousness was plunged into darkness the instant the impact hit his chest.

Steve strode over and bent down to examine him. His breathing was steady, his pulse normal. A rib was broken in his chest, but it hadn't pierced his lung. He flipped Hawkeye over, handcuffed him with magnetic restraints, and then picked up the broken composite bow for a glance.

"What a pity. This bow is quite nice."

"We can buy another bow." Tony landed beside him, his mask flipped open. "The angle of incidence of that repulsive beam I just fired was thirty-seven degrees. It bounced three times and just barely bypassed the supporting column. I'm going to call this move 'Rogers Zigzag'."

"The name is terrible."

Why do you always say that?

"Because it really is terrible."