Twenty hits supposedly guaranteed death, but every one of those twenty strikes actually had a chance of causing instant death.
If someone was so unlucky they could choke on cold water, it was entirely possible for the very first strike to trigger the effect.
Wouldn't you agree, Corvus Glaive?
If an ability like that became public knowledge, Natasha would probably become everyone's target...
"Nat, this ability of yours really is..." Hawkeye thought for a while, but still couldn't find a suitable adjective.
"Haha, is that so, Barton? Are you admitting defeat?" Natasha said with a lilting laugh.
By admitting defeat, she meant acknowledging that Hawkeye was no match for Natasha.
Hawkeye raised an eyebrow and said, "No. Actually, Nat, I've already thought of a way to deal with you."
"Oh?" Natasha watched Hawkeye with interest.
Hawkeye explained, "You just said that Shadow Dancers are sprites that dance in the shadows. So, as long as there aren't any shadows, you won't be able to keep dancing, right?"
The moment he finished speaking, Hawkeye moved.
He drew his bow fully, and in an instant, endless light began gathering around it, as though all the light in the world had suddenly come here.
The light was incredibly dense, yet it wasn't blinding.
A moment later, four arrows of light shimmering with golden radiance finished materializing. Hawkeye's fingers moved in rapid succession, shooting the four arrows in four different directions.
The moment the arrows of light struck the ground, they abruptly released an immense radiance, illuminating everything around them.
At that moment, light filled the entire space.
Not the slightest trace of shadow remained anywhere within it.
Then, with a pop, Shadow Nat burst like a soap bubble.
In an environment like this, Natasha no longer cast a shadow, so Shadow Nat, who was