"Dark Soul Fighter Demon, your doom has come!"
Facing the confused Prince, Mark's lips curved slightly upward.
He had been worried that Liana's Holy Light would not do any real damage to the demon.
But now it seemed that Liana's Holy Light was enough.
Otherwise, this demon would not have been so terrified.
Under Steve's horrified gaze, Mark moved his finger, about to pull the trigger.
Just then, Natasha finally arrived.
"No!"
Her expression changed. She hurriedly took out the remote and deactivated the Control Device restraining Steve.
Click!
As the device disengaged and the gunshot rang out, Steve narrowly dodged the bullet before tumbling awkwardly to the floor.
By now, he was drenched in cold sweat.
"Fuck you! This guy means business!" he cursed.
Natasha breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh dear," Mark said. "I missed."
He turned toward Steve, who stood ready for a fight, and his expression grew grave.
"As expected of the Dark Soul Fighter Demon. Impressive tricks."
Steve's face darkened as he cursed, "You insolent bug, fuck your-"
Bang!!
Before he could finish, another gunshot rang out.
But now that Steve was free of the restraints, Common firearms posed no threat to him.
He lunged aside to dodge the bullet and grabbed a leg of the Iron Bed.
"Bug, have a taste of this iron slab!"
Boom!!
An enormous burst of strength turned the Iron Bed into a weapon that came crashing down on Mark.
"Demon Hand?"
Facing the massive hand brimming with dark energy, Mark did not dare let his guard down.
Holy light!
Hummm!
His Holy Light Talent activated, and the Demon Hunter Holy Light Fist blazed with dazzling light.
Boom!!
The screech of colliding metal echoed through the Detention Room, and the Iron Bed crumpled into a heap of scrap.
"What?"
Steve was shocked. "What kind of monster is this?!"
"Not a monster. An Unknown Evil Entity."
As Natasha answered, she drew her pistol and fired repeatedly at Mark, covering Steve's retreat.
"Get out of here! This guy is out of control!" she shouted.
Steve did not hesitate. He turned and ran.
"Give me my shield!" he yelled as he rushed through the doorway.
Nick Fury, who had arrived at the scene, already had the shield ready.
"Catch."
He threw the shield.
The moment Steve caught it, his entire bearing underwent a profound change.
Powerful, imposing, solemn, righteous...
"Let me handle this."
He charged back into the Detention Room and hurled his shield with tremendous force, sending it straight at Spider-Man's face.
"What a terrifying demonic weapon!"
Demonic energy surged from the disc. Darkness descended, and the holy light surrounding Mark's body weakened.
Clang!
Another thunderous crash rang out. Mark brought his hands together and "barely" caught the Demon Disc, his body sliding backward.
The demon's overwhelming power forced him all the way into a corner.
"I finally... blocked the demon's finishing move." Mark panted heavily.
But in Steve's eyes, the reckless bug had simply raised his hands and caught the shield by its sharp edges without the slightest effort.
Who the hell was he putting on that struggling act for?!
"Shit, this guy has histrionic personality disorder, right?" Steve asked Nick Fury.
With a formidable enemy before them, he temporarily forgave the cotton-picking slave.
Nick Fury looked grim. "He's a patient, and you're a demon."
"Me?"
Steve clenched his fists, rapidly adjusting to his body's strength.
After seventy years frozen in ice, he needed time.
Still, even though this bug was unexpectedly powerful, he rallied himself.
"Got a plan?" he asked Nick Fury.
Nick Fury shook his head. "No. I didn't expect this."
Steve's gaze hardened with resolve. "That's all right. I can do this all day."
"You won't escape, even if you spend all day trying."
Mark dropped the Demon Disc and focused on the Dark Soul Fighter Demon's information.
[Dark Soul Fighter Demon] [Level: Dangerous Class] [Health: 1000]
The information was simple, and the demon's strength was unexpectedly formidable.
But that was a good thing.
Because it meant the Dark Soul Fighter Demon had already left the Prince's body.
As long as he drove the demon away, the quest would be complete.
At that thought, Mark suddenly roared.
"Bruce, do it!" He had spotted Bruce hiding nearby.
The instant he finished speaking, the great Demon Hunter fired Liana's Holy Light.
Bang!
The bullet shot out. Steve shoved Nick Fury, who was closest to him, aside, then lunged away to dodge it.
"Bruce!"
Seeing Bruce knocked away by the demon, Mark shouted at the fallen Nick Fury, "Bruce, can you still use your Super Special Move?"
Nick Fury raised his pistol, his face dark. "I know this won't hurt you, but Spider-Man, it's time for you to sleep."
With that, he fired.
Bang!!
In an instant, Nick Fury's stamina was drained. A layer of holy light enveloped the bullet, transforming it into a dart of light as it flew toward Spider-Man.
Stamina -100!
Demon-Hunting Dart!
Natasha's heart trembled at the sight.
Here it comes. That's the one!!
Yet as the Demon-Hunting Dart flew toward him, Mark cheered in delight.
"Nice work, Bruce! Let's make the demon taste our bond-powered combo!!"
Holy light!
Hummm!
His Holy Light Talent activated, and the Demon Hunter Holy Light Fist erupted with brilliant light that merged into the incoming Demon-Hunting Dart.
The two fused into an even more dazzling radiance that surged unstoppably toward the Dark Soul Fighter Demon.
At that moment, all Steve saw was the bug, whose condition had clearly worsened, swatting the bizarre Holy Light Dart toward him with a backhand.
Whoosh!
A shrill whistle tore through the air.
It was so fast that he had no time to react.
Acting on combat instinct, Steve reflexively turned sideways, and a sharp pain instantly shot through his shoulder.
Squelch!
The Demon-Hunting Dart pierced his shoulder and buried itself in the wall, spraying blood.
In the blink of an eye, Steve collapsed to the floor.
"Captain!"
Natasha and the others hurried toward the fallen Steve.
"I'm fine. Get out of here."
In the corner, a pale-faced Steve clutched the wound in his shoulder as blood streamed out.
What had just happened left him shaken.
It had been close. Far too close.
Seeing his condition, Natasha quickly ordered Coulson and the others to cover Steve's retreat.
As for Mark...
He watched the Dark Soul Fighter Demon's health drop by one-fifth, but he could not pursue him.
Because King Locke and a group of soldiers, bewitched by the demon, blocked his way.
"Soul Control?"
He frowned, raised his gun, and fired at the ceiling.
Bang!
The gunshot echoed, and holy light blossomed overhead.
Particles of light rained down, and the people of the Kingdom of Locke finally regained their senses.
"Hey, you're all fine now," he told Natasha and the others.
Everyone: "..."
Natasha warily retreated to Nick Fury's side and whispered, "He seems less agitated now."
Nick Fury took a deep breath. "Keep him occupied. I'll go find the Captain."
"Understood."
Natasha slowly lowered her weapon and forced the best smile she could manage.
"Hello, Demon Hunter."
"No need to thank me. Helping you break free of the demon's control is the great Demon Hunter's duty and responsibility. There's no need for an extra reward."
Reward?
Natasha thought for a moment, then suppressed her heartache and took out a banknote.
"I understand what you mean. Here."
"I already said there's no need. You really leave me no choice."
Mark reluctantly accepted the One Hundred Gold Coins, his spirits soaring.
These locals really know how to handle social niceties.