69novels Chapter 210, Section 107: Talia Joins the Battle, Instant Flash Strike
Chapter 210, Section 107: Talia Joins the Battle, Instant Flash Strike
Chapter 210, Section 107: Talia Joins the Battle, Instant Strike
Deathstroke's rapidly healing wound enveloped the hidden blade, its dense muscles gripping the blade like a fist.
Felix's two attempts to draw his sword both ended in failure, and the more desperate he became, the more rampant Deathstroke's laughter grew.
The remaining Claws swarmed forward in an attempt to rescue Felix, but the Winchester rifle behind the Deathstroke was no mere decoration.
"Hahaha! I wouldn't stoop to cutting into trash!"
The lever spun around his fingertips, and the gun in Slade's hands became like a whirling pen, leaving afterimages. He slung it over his shoulder, tucked it under his arm, and fired horizontally.
This top mercenary fired six shots in just two seconds against an enemy who was attacking at close range, and every single one of them was a headshot.
As the gun barrels, still emitting smoke, fell in the rain, Deathstroke was surrounded by claws that had lost their fighting ability.
Slade's superb marksmanship stunned Felix; for a moment, he even forgot to breathe.
"It seems that the great battle twenty years ago truly weakened you. Sending untrained and defective trainees to the battlefield—is the court out of options?"
Slade grabbed Felix's head and slammed him against the wall.
The bloody hole in his chest is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Compared to Claws, Deathstroke's healing ability is much weaker, and without the pain immunity granted by Amber, every critical wound will subject him to repeated, excruciating agony of impending death.
But it was through hardship that Slade became who she is today.
Afraid of pain? Then just keep climbing and become the strongest one, right?
Schleider has always adhered to this belief. After losing to Deadshot on the rooftop, he has been practicing his shooting skills for nearly half a year, which is why he has the move that shocked Felix today.
On the other hand, the pain numbness of the claws makes them lose their fear of pain and death, and external threats cannot become their motivation to become stronger.
The court's higher-ups also bear an undeniable responsibility. Fearing that Claw would go out of control, they kept it locked in freezers for years, leaving it no room to hone its skills and martial arts.
In Gotham, a place where villains conspire against villains, not growing is regressing.
However, the claws are mysterious, numerous, and possess a powerful self-healing ability, which allows them to remain invincible for most of the time.
Until they met Deathstroke, a middle-aged man who had long been numb to the exchange of wounds for wounds.
Felix hadn't given up yet. He finally managed to pull out a hidden blade and impatiently stabbed it into Deathstroke's abdomen, chest, and waist.
He firmly believed that the man must be hiding an amber-gold composite, and that if he could dig it out, he could break Deathstroke's immortality.
It really hurt! Deathstroke felt like his head was about to explode from the excruciating pain, but he wanted to enjoy watching his prey struggle as it lay dying, so he let Felix go.
Six months ago, he lost to Death Shooter because of his overconfidence, and he still hasn't changed his bad habits. This guy still loves to play recklessly.
But just then, Dick called out from behind.
"Sir—"
Deathstroke then remembered what he had come here for.
With a snap, Slade crushed Felix's head without hesitation, casually picking out an amber gold from the rotten flesh mixed with bone fragments and brain matter.
He then kicked the corpse aside, walked toward Dick with Winchester in hand, and fired a shot at the head of Claw, who was trying to get up from the ground.
"Come with me!"
Deathstroke shoved Winchester back into his back, grabbed Dick by the collar, and dragged him out.
In fact, from the moment he first saw Dick, a strange sense of unease began to rise in his heart. He was certain that he had seen this face before, but he just couldn't control his hands.
He really wanted to stab Dick twice, as if that would be the only way to calm his inner turmoil.
Slade, a believer in Eastern mysticism, couldn't help but think of the idea that "people have an afterlife."
If this view is true, then Slade believes that this kid named Dick must have owed him a lot of money in his past life.
In the pouring rain, Talia's cell phone vibrated in her pocket.
After reading the message from Slade, a graceful smile curved her lips.
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"With one less little bastard dragging us down, let's put an end to this pointless chase." She brushed the wet hair hanging over her forehead behind her ears, stood up from the corpse of the claws, and flicked the blood off her blade.
The torrential rain continued to pour, and only the traffic lights illuminated the dimly lit street corner.
Green, yellow, and red alternated, flashing continuously in the puddles blocking the street intersection, illuminating the clawed remains scattered on the ground.
Henry Ballard stood on the other side of the street, his hand trembling as he gripped the nicked katana.
He had initially thought the woman was running away because she knew she was no match for him, but now he realized that she was simply trying to cover the retreat of the boy she was with.
After shedding his burden, Henry was able to experience the full strength of his opponent.
Having absorbed everything Lei Xiaogu had learned in his life, Talia was so powerful that she was like a monster in human skin.
Thinking of this, Henry couldn't help but think of Evraim.
If it weren't for this cowardly compatriot's fear of death, they could have completely wiped out the Assassin's Guild on that night twenty years ago.
"Claws will shed their last drop of blood for the court."
Henry muttered to himself, raising his katana high above his head.
If Evraim were here, he would love to show him his fearless side, to prove he was a true Claw.
Henry was indeed skilled at self-hypnosis; he almost fooled himself. Unfortunately, his trembling legs still completely exposed his inner fear and timidity.
Before the war, no Claw had ever truly experienced the fear of death.
The amber-gold composite gave them so much leeway that when the threat of death truly loomed, most of the Claws didn't even know how to regulate their breathing and grip the hilt in fear.
This is the real reason why Uriah is different from ordinary claws, not the difference between Amber Gold and Dionysus Factor.
Before the discovery of Amber Gold and the Dionysian Factor, this primordial claw trod on sharp blades, dancing with death time and time again in its mortal form.
Talia straightened her chest and stared directly at her opponent, pointing the blade directly at Henry.
"Are you ready?"
She repeated the same words she often said to Dick to her opponent, and it seemed she approached this fight with a teaching mindset.
"bring it on!"
Henry's tearful cries completely exposed his inner fear.
A bolt of lightning cleaved the dark sky, signaling the start of the duel.
Accompanied by the rumble of thunder, Talia charged toward her opponent like a swift arrow.
Her black hair flew in the wind, raindrops crashed against her face, trickling down her eyeballs and flowing away from the corners of her eyes, but the woman didn't blink even once; her eyes were already filled with a blood-red rage of battle.
A cruel, twisted smile appeared in every wrinkle of her face and was deeply etched into the eyes of her enemies.
Talia, like a demon lunging at him, became the final blow that broke Henry.
When he chose to let go and let the katana fall to the ground, all his pride and self-esteem also fell with it, crashing to the ground and turning into fragments.
Henry chose to follow his heart and became the Evraim he hated most.
He ran away.
Kotalia is not Lei Xiaogu; she is not noble enough to spare the enemy who turns his back on her.
The blade, sharp and gleaming, struck first, penetrating deep into the back of the neck, slicing open the face before emerging from the corner of the mouth.
Talia broke her heel while trying to brake, and slid for more than ten feet in the rain. She turned around and sheathed her knife by rotating her hips, her hair drawing an arc in the rain.
The knife struck its scabbard with a pleasant clinking sound, and behind her, the amber-gold molar, cut in two, lay on the ground.
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