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The conversation ended on a sour note as Matt watched Erika walk away, his emotions tangled.
Long ago, they had both belonged to the same Sect, and their familiarity with each other had fostered a natural bond. However, even then, their ideologies had been starkly different, just as they were now.
One believed in eradicating evil at all costs, willing to make sacrifices for the sake of their goals.
The other insisted on intervening in every situation, rescuing those in need, harboring a deep-seated hatred for wrongdoing.
These two perspectives were inherently contradictory and incompatible, despite sharing the same ultimate aim.
Yet, even with their differing beliefs, that was not the reason for the rift in their relationship.
It was that person.
Matt recalled the shadowy figure that had attacked during the Hand-to-Hand Meeting; he was the true catalyst for the change in their relationship!
The once sturdy Steel Tea Cup suddenly shattered as Matt slowly released his grip, blood mingling with the fragments that fell to the ground.
That night, a Red Figure representing the Night Demon descended beneath the night sky.
The vibrant nightlife, more dazzling than daylight, concealed dark corners where evil thrived at every moment, unseen by those who wandered through the city.
Sounds flooded his senses, entering his mind as he analyzed their movements through language. Though invisible to him, New York gradually took shape in his thoughts; it was something he did every day.
"Daredevil."
The intermittent sound made Matt frown. Having discerned the direction, he transformed into a streak of red lightning.
Suddenly, another red figure appeared. She gazed at Matt's speeding silhouette, biting her lip, and resolutely followed him.
Arriving at their destination, they found themselves in a seemingly deserted alley. Nearby, garbage bins exuded a putrid smell, and a few hungry rats scurried about. Water dripped from the pipes above, splattering on the ground, yet there was no sign of any other presence.
Matt couldn't see her; otherwise, he would have known that someone stood silently before him, watching like a ghost.
This was Daredevil.
Transforming into Liquid Snake, Shasha couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He was a superhero with both strengths and weaknesses; his obsession with justice overshadowed his hatred for enemies. He was also Erika's ex-boyfriend.
The images conveyed by her senses revealed no other traces of life. Just as Matt was about to leave, Shasha spoke up, her tone icy. "You think you can just leave like this?"
Almost instantly, at the moment her voice transmitted its signal, Matt chose to retreat instead of attacking.
After all, someone who could evade his senses posed an unpredictable threat; rushing in without knowing whether they were friend or foe could lead to dire consequences.
"Did you intentionally lure me here?" Matt asked cautiously.
With an ambiguous hum, Shasha replied coolly, "Aren't you curious why I brought you here?"
"Curious, but..." Matt began, his brow furrowing as he sensed something amiss. "It seems your arrivals are not friendly."
"Do you remember the arms deal you ruined?" Shasha no longer beat around the bush.
Matt smirked coldly, "Revenge? Go ahead and try!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged forward, his heavy fist hurtling toward Shasha's face at lightning speed.
With a slight tilt of her head, she slapped his wrist with her left hand. A wave of numbing shock coursed through him, and before he could register the surprise, Matt instinctively flipped backward to evade the sudden kick aimed at him.
However, as he landed, Matt quickly turned and crossed his arms in front of his chest, just in time to receive a powerful punch aimed directly at him!
Boom!
His body was sent flying several feet, crashing against the damaged wall before stumbling to the ground.
What followed was a relentless barrage of attacks that came at him like a torrential downpour, each strike carrying the weight of a truck, forcing Matt to dodge desperately.
Was this the first time he found himself in such a passive position?
He bitterly pondered this question. Proud of his abilities, he felt as if he had been struck hard on the head.
Though there were a few moments he could call beautiful counterattacks, they were all effortlessly deflected by his opponent, who turned them into even fiercer assaults. Soon enough, Matt's red bodysuit was in tatters, and his once unscathed muscular body was now covered in bruises.
Just when Matt thought he might die at this person's hands, another figure appeared in his senses. The sound of their movements brought him mixed feelings of hope and dread.
Erika!
The moment she repelled the sudden attacker, Shasha recognized the person. It was that familiar outfit, though they seemed thinner now. However, this did not diminish her beauty or figure; she remained striking and captivating.
"You go first; I'll handle this guy!"
With a low voice, without looking back at Matt, Erika's eyes remained vigilant, watching Shasha's every move.
Shasha moved her lips but swallowed her words. Right now, she was Liquid Snake, the leader of the Skull Society, and he was the enemy she had to face.
Matt did not leave. Knowing that Erika alone was no match for him, he chose to stay.
Watching the two stand side by side, Shasha felt a surge of complicated emotions.
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