Wade: "..."
"You're right. This is unfair!"
Wade froze for a moment, then mercilessly launched into a tirade against Rorschach.
But Rorschach could not be bothered with Wade. He wrapped both arms around the roots of a poplar tree and treated the entire tree like a golden staff, smashing it viciously toward Wade.
The poplar might have looked enormous and exaggerated, but with Rorschach's current strength, swinging the thing took no effort at all.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The entire tree whistled through the air in Rorschach's hands.
"Shit!"
Watching the canopy grow larger and larger in his vision, Wade could not help but curse under his breath.
He had no time to worry about anything else and immediately dodged to the side in a miserable scramble.
There was no other way. The canopy formed such a massive surface, with branches tangled throughout it. How was Wade supposed to deal with that?
Even if he could block dozens of bullets fired at him in an instant, he could not handle an attack from such a huge canopy.
After all, Wade could not slice off the entire canopy with a single sword strike!
He could only dodge in embarrassment.
Boom!
The enormous canopy slammed viciously into the ground, making the earth tremble violently.
"You're pretty nimble."
Rorschach raised the poplar in his hands again and shrugged at Wade. "But how many times can you dodge?"
Rorschach admitted that, since it was his first time using such a bizarre weapon, he was not quite used to it.
But after adapting to it once, Rorschach believed swatting Wade again would be much easier.
That was right—swatting.
Wasn't the huge canopy in Rorschach's hands basically a flyswatter?
And wasn't Wade the fly Rorschach needed to swat to death?
Under these circumstances, what use were Wade's flashy swordsmanship and superior fighting skills?
It was a complete dimensionality reduction strike. There was no reasoning with it.
Of course, Rorschach's method had one fatal flaw: he could not let Wade get close.
Once Wade closed in, Rorschach would be unable to maneuver properly, and the canopy would become completely useless.
Wade clearly understood this as well. After dodging the first wave of attacks from the canopy, he rolled across the ground and sprang toward Rorschach like a monkey.
Unfortunately, Wade's ideals were full, but reality was painfully thin.
There was simply too much of a gap between him and Rorschach in absolute strength. No amount of superior combat skill could make up for it.
Sizzle!
Rorschach fired a heat beam at Wade.
Wade did not dare take the heat beam head-on. At the critical moment, he leaped aside.
But Rorschach's flyswatter had already been waiting for him.
Boom!
It came crashing down on his head, pinning Wade beneath it.
Rorschach then casually set one side of the trunk on the ground and lightly stepped on it with both feet. Wade was completely suppressed beneath the tree.
Like the Monkey King trapped under Five Finger Mountain, he could not break free no matter what he did.
"You're just... bullying people. It's unfair, this isn't fair!"
Wade's strained voice came from beneath the canopy.
He was in an utterly miserable state. Branches and trunks had scraped and pierced him in many places, leaving him covered in blood.
Of course, that was secondary. What had truly injured Wade was the massive force transmitted through the canopy.
It was as if a huge boulder had struck him. Several of Wade's ribs had already been broken.
At that moment, Rorschach's eyes turned crimson again as he looked at Wade.
This time, there was no way Wade could dodge.
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
But the agents Stryker had sent were not useless. Seeing Wade get taken down in just a few moves, how could they remain calm?
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Rat-a-tat-tat!
The agents mercilessly pulled their triggers at Rorschach.
A barrage of bullets swept toward Rorschach.
Rorschach's physical body was not yet strong enough to ignore that level of firepower, so he had no choice but to temporarily abandon Wade. He poured force into his feet and stomped down hard.
Crack!
A crater formed in the ground, and Rorschach shot away like a cannonball.
With advance prediction and swift evasive movement, Rorschach successfully dodged that wave of bullets and moved behind cover.
In front of a car parked by the roadside.
Then—
Rorschach reached out and easily lifted the car, holding it in front of himself as a shield.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Countless bullets struck the car, riddling it with holes.
Meanwhile, Wade, who had been pinned beneath the canopy, took advantage of the opportunity to free himself.
Sizzle!
But just as he crawled out from beneath the canopy, before he could even straighten up, a heat beam shot over from the side.
It pierced straight through Wade's heart.
"Shit, I really died here? That guy was right. I really didn't die unjustly."
Wade stared wide-eyed at the hole in his chest.
After saying that, he collapsed straight onto the ground.
What a fucking oddball!
Even his last words were so different from everyone else's.
Rorschach could not help but complain inwardly.
But Rorschach had used his heat vision three times in quick succession. Although each use had been very brief, the accumulated strain had nearly reached its limit.
His eyes were already extremely uncomfortable, burning and faintly aching.
He could no longer use them to kill the ordinary agents.
But to Rorschach, that was not really a problem at all.
Why would he need heat vision to deal with ordinary agents?
He gripped the car with both hands, held it in front of himself like a battering ram, and charged toward the agents with overwhelming force.
For those agents, once Rorschach got close, they lost every advantage they had!
They could only become lambs awaiting slaughter!
Because once Rorschach got close, they could no longer fire without restraint. Compared with killing Rorschach, they were more likely to kill their own people.
"Quick, stop him! You have to stop him!"
The enemy squad leader shouted sternly at his team members.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Rat-a-tat-tat!
The gunfire became even more intense.
But it was fucking useless. A car weighing over a ton was nothing in Rorschach's hands, and he quickly rushed right up to the armed agents.
Bang!
He kicked the car in front of him into the air, sending the massive object smashing toward them like a boulder.
The agents' scalps went numb. They all began to dodge, but it was not something they could evade just because they wanted to.
Several agents were crushed into pulp on the spot by the car.
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