He feigned madness for eighteen years, all for the power of a god.

The next second, a somber oil painting depicting a strange neighborhood appeared.

She appeared out of thin air in his arms and was forcefully shoved into his hand.

The figure that looked exactly like him activated [Shadow Jump] instantly after doing all this.

He vanished without a trace before Deathstroke's horrified gaze.

[Deathstroke] Holding this painting, he was completely stunned.

What... what's going on here?

Why did that guy force this thing, which looks like a treasure, on me?

Before he even had a chance to examine what this extraordinary item was all about...

A roar filled with boundless rage and murderous intent came from the other end of the street.

"You beast! You dare to run away!"

[Deathstroke] looked up abruptly and saw [Skullcrusher]'s blood-soaked figure, like a demon from hell.

It was brandishing a giant axe and charging madly toward him.

The other person's gaze was fixed intently on... the painting in his hand!

In a flash, Deathstroke understood.

This is a setup!

He got scammed!

"Fuck your grandpa!"

"Deathstroke" cursed in his mind.

He was speechless and could only awkwardly raise his long sword, forced to fight.

"Skullcrusher! You fucking want to hear my explanation!"

"I didn't steal this! Another 'me' forced it on me!"

[Death Knell] tries to explain while fending off the opponent's fierce attacks.

However, he found that even he himself couldn't understand his explanations, let alone the brain-damaged "Skull Crusher" on the other side.

really.

Upon hearing this, the [Skull Crusher] on the other side became even more ferocious, and the killing intent in his eyes almost materialized.

"Another you? Forced upon you?"

"Go to hell! Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!"

"Can't you even make up an excuse anymore?"

"Hand over the stuff! And leave your life behind!"

With a roar, the giant axe fell like a storm, each strike aimed at turning [Deathstroke] into mincemeat.

This wasn't a battle; it was a desperate, all-out fight!

At this moment, Deathstroke understood that it was impossible to explain to a guy whose brain was only filled with muscles.

That damn imposter is clearly trying to use someone else to do his dirty work!

If we continue to entangle ourselves like this, we will fall right into their trap.

I can't afford to get infected myself.

"No, we have to retreat!"

A resolute glint flashed in Deathstroke's eyes.

You must first create distance and disengage from combat.

There will be an opportunity to explain once both sides have calmed down, or when the boss arrives.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated.

The longsword in his hand suddenly erupted with a cloud of gray-black corrosive poisonous mist, a feint that forced the [Skullbreaker] back half a step.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opening, Deathstroke retreated rapidly.

Like a slippery bat, it turned and was about to swoop down towards the exit on the outside of the street.

Fifty meters... thirty meters... ten meters!

The exit was right in front of him! However, just as he was about to rush out of the area...

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

[Deathstroke] It felt like I had crashed into an invisible and indestructible wall.

The enormous recoil caused him to stagger and nearly fall.

"What is this?!"

He reached out in horror, groping in the void before him.

As far as the eye can touch, there is a cold, smooth, and incredibly tough transparent barrier.

He didn't know that this was the power of the "Ophelia's Cannibal Painting" after it was activated—"Transparent Oilcloth".

That's right, Bai Ye used an oil painting directly to prevent the other party from escaping.

Even before handing the painting to Deathstroke on the way, he had already dripped his blood onto it.

At this moment, this space within a hundred meters radius has been completely transformed into a deathmatch cage where entry is permitted but exit is not!

No one can leave without the user Bai Ye's permission.

Because of this invisible tarpaulin, Deathstroke's perfect escape route was completely cut off.

He was like a fly trapped in a glass bottle.

They were confined to this small space, facing the relentless beast chasing them from behind.

"Run! Why aren't you running anymore?!"

Behind them came the roar of the [Skullbreaker], as loud as muffled thunder.

This muscular monster didn't give him a single moment to think of a way to break the deadlock.

The giant axe, carrying a stench of blood, has struck again!

"This is outrageous!"

The death knell can only falter in confined spaces.

"Sizzle—"

Finally, unable to dodge in time, the sharp edge of the giant axe grazed his ribs.

A deep, gruesome wound was torn open on his body, exposing the bone, and blood gushed out.

The intense pain stimulated his nerves and completely shattered the last shred of "reason" in Deathstroke's heart.

There is no escape.

He no longer had time to think about the imposter who had secretly used him to kill.

All he knew was that this madman in front of him was serious!

If I don't kill him, I'll be the one dying here today!

Since you don't want me to live, then nobody else should live either!

"Damn it! You're so ungrateful! You really think I'm afraid of you?!"

[Death Knell] In those sinister eyes, the ferocity of a cornered beast finally erupted.

He grabbed the hot oil painting from his arms.

He tossed it like trash to his terrified confidant beside him, then gripped the long knife tightly in his other hand.

A deathly aura, gray and decaying, suddenly erupted from his body.

"Kill him!"

[Deathstroke] roared at the two remaining loyal followers beside him.

However, the fighting power unleashed by the [Skull Crusher] when enraged is terrifying.

He completely abandoned defense, fighting with his life on every swing, each move a desperate attempt to take someone down with him.

One of Deathstroke's henchmen hadn't even gotten close yet.

He was cleaved in two, weapon and all, by the [Skull Crusher]'s axe.

The scene was incredibly bloody.

Upon seeing this, [Deathstroke]'s pupils contracted.

He knew that he was no match for this madman in a direct confrontation.

He immediately changed his strategy and stopped confronting the Skull Crusher head-on.

Instead, they used their speed advantage to fight and retreat, constantly roaming and harassing the enemy.

At the same time, he led the [Skull Crusher] to a room 50 meters away, an area he had already scouted.

There were traps he had set up in advance to deal with unforeseen circumstances.

"Come on! You coward who can only run away!"

The Skull Crusher roared, like a mad bull, relentlessly pursuing its prey.

He was completely unaware that he was stepping into a trap of death.

As he chased Deathstroke into the room.

A sinister smile appeared on Deathstroke's face.

"Now!"

He suddenly crushed a black crystal hidden in his hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of violent explosions instantly rang out inside the mall!

Countless pre-planted bombs were detonated simultaneously, and the violent shockwaves completely destroyed the already fragile building structure.

Ceiling, load-bearing columns, floor slabs... all collapsed at the same time in an instant.

It was transformed into countless tons of steel and cement, like a landslide and a tsunami.

It poured down on the [Skull Crusher] located at the center of the explosion!