Jackson Awad's brain froze for a moment.
His sneak attack was discovered?
How was this possible? His control over energy had reached a microscopic level.
He made no sound during his movements.
He didn't stir a breeze, and even the energy fluctuations from his body were suppressed to the extreme.
He was like a non-existent ghost.
Yet, this red and black guy in front of him had his back to him the entire time, talking to the air like an idiot.
How did he discover him?
"Tsk tsk, look at that expression of yours, it's like you've been constipated for three days and three nights, finally saw hope on the toilet, only to realize there's no paper."
Wade Wilson slowly turned around, hands on his hips, head tilted, scrutinizing Jackson like a work of art.
"I say, buddy, is that outfit serious? Green tights?"
"Are you going to some environmental-themed party? Or are you a huge fan of 'Green Lantern' but can't afford the ring, so you just cosplay as a 'green light bulb'?"
Humiliation.
Naked humiliation.
Jackson Awad's face instantly darkened, looking like it could drip Water.
Ever since he gained his abilities, all his prey before him had been either terrified, despairing, or horrified.
Never before had anyone dared to look at him with such an expression, as if he were a Joker.
"You... are courting death."
Jackson squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, and the hand he had prepared for the sneak attack unhesitatingly shot forward, the eerie starlight in his palm suddenly flaring brightly, pressing fiercely towards Wade's chest.
He wanted this noisy bug to personally experience the pain of having his life force drained!
"Oh ho! So direct! You want to get up close and personal without even an opening line? I'll be shy!"
Wade spoke provocatively, but his body twisted strangely, like a boneless noodle, dodging Jackson's fatal blow at an angle that completely defied human ergonomics.
"Round one, miss! Challenger Jackson is off to a bad start! Let's see what exciting performance he'll have next!"
Wade jumped back, acting as his own referee.
Jackson's attack missed, and his heart burned with even greater rage.
He didn't believe it, his body transforming into a green afterimage, and he pounced again.
His speed was extremely fast, far exceeding that of ordinary people, and every attack was aimed directly at Wade's vital points.
And his palm was the most terrifying weapon in this World; any energy body, any life force, once touched, would be mercilessly stripped away and devoured.
"Hey! Ha! Watch my Lingbo Weibu!"
"Dodge! I dodge! I dodge again!"
"Oops, you almost touched my perky butt, you little pervert!"
In the park, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded.
A green figure furiously chased a red figure, each attack carrying a deadly threat.
And the red figure was like a drunken butterfly.
He always managed to dodge attacks with various incredible postures, while continuously spouting various taunts and strange cries.
Passersby watched from a distance, thinking it was some performance art troupe rehearsing outdoors.
"Enough!"
After dozens of consecutive missed attacks, Jackson was finally completely enraged.
He abruptly stopped, spread his arms, and a powerful suction force erupted from his body.
This time, it was no longer a precise touch attack, but an indiscriminate, large-scale devour!
The streetlights in the park instantly went out, the windows of several surrounding buildings also dimmed, and even the free-floating static electricity in the air was forcibly pulled over by him.
An irresistible force enveloped Wade.
"Whoa! Finally, the big move!"
Wade let out a strange cry, his body firmly locked by the suction, unable to dodge anymore.
Jackson's face showed a cruel smile.
It was over.
He could feel a vast, chaotic, vibrant life energy continuously pouring into his body from within the red-suited figure.
This energy was so immense, more than all the prey he had devoured before combined!
It was like a person who had been hungry for three days suddenly falling into a swimming pool made of roasted chicken and hamburgers!
"Ah—so satisfying!"
Jackson Awad couldn't help but let out a groan of contentment.
He greedily absorbed, feeling his power rise steadily.
However... one second passed.
The red guy opposite him didn't turn into a mummified corpse as expected.
Five seconds passed.
He was still standing there, lively, even giving him the middle finger.
Ten seconds passed.
Jackson felt like he was about to burst, and the other party's life energy, it seemed... hadn't diminished in the slightest?
This was impossible!
It was like trying to drink the ocean with a straw; no matter how hard he sucked, the sea level didn't change at all!
"I say... buddy, are you giving me a gua sha?"
Wade's voice drifted over, with a hint of laziness.
"It's quite comfortable, just a little weak. Haven't you eaten?"
Jackson's pupils suddenly contracted.
He saw the most terrifying scene.
While the energy was being stripped away, the body of that red monster...
Those cells that should have shriveled and died were regenerating at a visible rate...
Being devoured on one side, regenerating on the other.
And the speed of regeneration was even faster than his speed of devouring!
An inexhaustible energy source!
A perfect perpetual motion machine!
"What? Looking like you've seen a ghost?" Wade grinned, "Did you realize that your proud ability is just a joke against me?"
He suddenly struggled, actually breaking free from the powerful suction.
"Alright, my turn!"
Before he finished speaking, Wade's hands had already drawn two gleaming katanas from behind his back.
"Clang!"
The flash of the blade was as fast as lightning.
Jackson Awad only felt his vision blur, and a sharp pain shot through his chest.
He looked down to see a deep, bone-visible wound extending from his left shoulder to his right abdomen.
His green tights were torn, and blood gushed out.
"You..." He looked at Wade in disbelief.
"Me what me?"
Wade flicked the blood drops off his blade, his movements as suave as if he were in a movie.
"Did you think I only run? Just kidding, my 'Sugar Daddy' paid! Five hundred thousand U.S. dollars! Do you know what that means? That can buy lots and lots of Mexico tacos!"
"And,"
He changed the subject, and if one could see the eyes beneath the mask, they would find Deadpool's gaze becoming incredibly fervent.
"He also bought me insurance! A customized insurance policy just for me! Do you know what that means?"
"It means—he might be my real dad! Ah ha ha ha ha! Uh, I think I forgot to sign?"
Amidst the wild laughter, Wade transformed into a red and black whirlwind and charged again.
This time, the tables had completely turned!
Blade light, gunfire, and non-stop trash talk, like a suffocating storm, completely engulfed Jackson Awad.
"Hey! Do you like listening to music? I'll sing you my favorite song! 'You hurt me, but you just smiled it off'!"
"Bang!" A bullet hit his arm, deflected by the energy field on his body.
"Oh ho! He even has a shield? No worries, I have plenty of bullets!"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
"Watch my swordsmanship! This move is called 'Splitting Mount Hua'! This move is called 'Hungry Tiger Pounces'! This move is called 'Lazy Donkey Rolls'! Isn't it cool?"
Jackson was completely stunned.
His fighting style was to elegantly and easily eliminate opponents using his unresolvable devouring ability.
He had never encountered such a madman who completely disregarded the rules!
This guy's body seemed to feel no pain.
This guy's mouth seemed to have no pause button.
This guy's attacks were disorganized, yet every move was deadly!
"Die!"
Jackson roared, seizing an opening, and a powerful energy burst from his palm again, slamming fiercely onto Wade's left arm.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, Wade's entire left arm was instantly stripped of energy, turning into ashes.
It worked!
Jackson's heart swelled with joy.
However, before he could be happy for more than 0.1 seconds...
At the site of the severed arm, granulation tissue began to wriggle madly, and in less than two seconds...
A brand new, perfectly intact arm grew back.
Wade flexed his newly grown left hand, even clenching his fist.
"Oh! Feels great! Like I just had a full body massage! Full of brand new vitality!"
He looked at the dumbfounded Jackson, "So, Mr. Power Bank, how much energy do you have left for me to play a few more times?"
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