hotmtlnovel Chapter 144, Section 41: William Cobb
Chapter 144, Section 41: William Cobb
Chapter 144, Section 41: William Cobb
Jason raised his leg to kick William in the groin, but it was blocked by William's knee halfway through the kick.
At a crucial moment, a wrong choice pushed the chips on the scales to the other side.
William, of course, would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He hooked his toe around Jason's ankle and pressed his knee against the back of Jason's thigh, forcing Jason to kneel on one knee in an extremely strange position.
Jason is now locked to the ground with one leg, and with his center of gravity leaning forward and his body rotating to the side, he is completely unable to exert any force.
The hidden blade was still closing in, less than a centimeter away from his throat.
"Let go, child. Stubborn resistance will only prolong the pain, and futile efforts will create the illusion of hope, which is the most deadly poison."
William’s whispers were carried on the howling east wind.
The rapidly falling snowflakes covered Jason's eyelashes, blinding him.
His decline was undeniable, and he knew he had to do something.
With a desperate roar, Jason suddenly lowered his head, and as he released his strength, the blade sliced a deep gash across his back.
It hurt a lot, but he was still alive. Jason made the right gamble by turning injury into opportunity.
Amid William's strange shouts, Jason grabbed his arm, lifted him high, and slammed him against the wall.
Whoosh!
William was like a sack full of buckwheat, crashing through the window of the seaside cottage and falling inside.
Jason pressed his advantage, leaping into the house and kicking the raging claw that had just gotten up. He then lunged forward, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and delivered a textbook-perfect over-the-back throw to the ground.
boom!
William's back slammed hard onto the ground, the carpet shattering the floor tiles and making the whole house seem to shake.
Although William's strength was comparable to Jason's, his lighter weight made him vulnerable in close-quarters combat, especially against powerful close-range grappling techniques.
He was struggling to cope. But fortunately, he had the ability to heal himself, so this minor injury was nothing to worry about.
The moment she landed, she forced Jason back with her hidden blade, and as she rolled to her feet, she caught another throwing knife, completely widening the distance between the two.
Just as the two were facing off, a woman screamed downstairs, followed by the sound of someone rushing down the stairs, and a head popped out from the corner of the stairwell.
It was an elderly man with gray hair; he only glanced at him warily before quickly withdrawing his head.
"To be honest, kid, you shouldn't have thrown me in here."
William lowered his head in frustration.
"This family saw me too. After I slit your throat, I'll kill this family."
"I don't understand what you're talking about," Jason shrugged.
He was more than happy that the other party was willing to take the time to talk to him, as this was a perfect opportunity to catch his breath and quickly assess the surrounding situation.
But Jason didn't brush William off; he genuinely didn't understand what William meant.
"There are cameras everywhere on the street, and you're telling me that I can hide the evidence of your existence by killing someone to cover it up? Look, there's one here too." Jason gestured with his chin, indicating that there was a home security camera in the corner filming William's face.
With a flick of his wrist, William stabbed the red-glowing camera with a throwing knife, causing it to hiss and smoke.
"Destroying it won't help. The data is all uploaded to the cloud. Unless you can wipe everyone out through the network, I advise you to save your energy."
William had originally intended to confuse Jason, but instead, his words left him questioning his very existence. This old fogey, still operating according to the dogmas of the 20th-century Owl Court, had never even heard of high-tech concepts like "surveillance," "cloud computing," or "the internet."
"So my existence is destined to be known?"
His tone carried a hint of insecurity. He looked up, his questioning gaze like a magnifying glass trying to find answers in Jason's face. "Yeah, anyway, going back won't be easy if we're exposed. I suggest you betray the organization and tell me everything you know."
"Absolutely impossible!"
Jason's attempt to persuade him to surrender only strengthened William's resolve. He slowly shook his head, and a hidden blade popped out from his wrist device.
"In that case, let's increase the workload. Let's kill everyone, even the whole of Gotham."
Before he finished speaking, his body flashed past like a blur as he attacked Jason.
He was even faster than before, his wildly dancing blade cutting through the air, the remaining shadows of the blade weaving a fine silver net before Jason's eyes.
As William said, there were many people to kill, and he had to finish the job quickly.
Jason was being forced into a corner by his opponent, and he retreated while firing back, trying to use the large-caliber bullets to slow down his opponent.
But William Cobb, who was determined to kill, could not be dealt with by a few bullets alone. He shattered any bullets that might hinder his movements, while letting the insignificant ones fall on his body, embedding themselves in his flesh and exploding into horrifying holes.
Relying on its self-healing ability, Claws planned to trade blows for blows.
Jason is left with only one path: to take a gamble!
He had won his gamble and escaped death's clutches, but luck won't always be on his side.
Seizing the opportunity, Jason parried the blade and pointed the gun at William's forehead. He observed that the skull takes the longest to heal itself after being damaged.
That could be considered the opponent's Achilles' heel.
But William, a veteran of many battles, was well aware of the enemy's intentions. The instant the gun was aimed at him, the hidden blade pierced Jason's left palm.
Jason threw a right punch in a desperate counterattack, but William pulled out another hidden blade from his wrist.
Both of Claw's hands conceal weapons, one in the open and one in the dark. They usually do not reveal the hidden blade in their left hand unless it is a killing move.
Compared to the flat double-edged sword in the right hand, the hidden blade in the left hand is thinner and narrower, with one side of the blade having serrations for cutting bones and a blood groove in the middle.
It's obvious that this thing is designed to pass through the gaps in the ribs and reach the enemy's heart.
Seeing the hidden blade piercing towards his chest, Jason dared not fight any longer and was forced to retract his elbow to defend, tensing his thick forearm and pressing it against his chest.
A glint of excitement flashed in William Cobb's eyes. He probably knew what Jason was planning—to use the gap between the ulna and radius of his forearm to trap the hidden blade? What a wildly imaginative idea!
Unless you're a seasoned street fighter, most people wouldn't come up with such a crazy idea.
But William reacted quickly; the moment Jason assumed a defensive stance, the blade changed direction and slashed towards the open neck.
Playtime is over!
Just as he was about to kill Jason, a strange sense of crisis flashed through his mind. Almost without thinking, William Cobb abandoned his attack and turned around to throw three throwing knives.
Sparks flew from the clash of weapons in the dark room; something had been knocked down, judging from the sound, it was probably a throwing knife or something similar.
William Cobb didn't understand why he was so nervous. He had the power of self-healing, but his sixth sense told him that if he had been hit, he would have died.
A strange aura permeated the air.
It felt strangely familiar to William, yet he loathed it utterly. "The Assassin's Guild?"
I could roughly sense who was behind that disgusting smell, but how could I explain that familiar feeling?
Could it be that William's pupils are dilated?
The claw seemed to realize something, and dodged backward and jumped to create distance between itself and Jason.
"He shares my blood, my descendant, the Grey Son of Gotham—"