A gentle breeze blew between them.
Deadpool stood on the left side of the central bridge, watching the man opposite him strike a Western cowboy quick-draw pose.
"Come on! I'm ready! One shot, one kill! Wait, where's your gun? You're dueling without a gun!"
Deadpool suddenly realized Watson didn't even have a gun in his hand, then pulled out his other gun and threw it to Watson!
"Catch!" Watson caught the gun, looked at it for a moment, then threw it back. "Forget it, I'm the kind of person who can't even shoot myself if I try to commit suicide—"
Deadpool caught the gun, then suddenly turned his head and said to the air, "Okay, now, I need 'Angel of the Morning,' please."
"Alright! I'll count to three—three!"
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Bullets numbered 1-6 flew towards Watson's head, while Deadpool was already inhaling the gunpowder smoke from his gun with a look of euphoria, as if he were smoking weed.
But a flash of white light appeared, and the Rathalos armor was already on him, sparking a trail of fire.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
"Woah~ Cool~" Deadpool turned his head to see Watson in full Rathalos armor, cupping his face with his hands and letting out an envious sigh.
Then he quickly put away his gun, drew his twin katanas, and charged forward, shouting, "F*ck! Bullshit! What's with that awesome armor?! Aren't you supposed to wear a bodysuit too?! Why don't I have one?!?! After today, I'm definitely going to have a serious talk with the writers!! I want armor like that too!!"
Watson watched Deadpool charge at him, his right leg slightly back, his right fist clenched, a small flame flickering around it.
Bang!
Watson suddenly shot forward like a cannonball! A large area of cracks erupted on the ground where he stood!
His right hand was accompanied by a massive burst of flames! He threw a punch!
Boom!
Deadpool, with a one-inch deep fist-print on his chest and a large scorched area, flew backward at dozens of times his previous speed.
Splash~
He landed in the water below the bridge.
Watson looked at his hands, then back at the cracked ground where he had been standing. Is this the bonus from an Intermediate Hunter's physique and speed? This is—so awesome~!!!
Watson walked to the edge and looked at the small circular ripple on the water below. Does Deadpool know how to swim?
Watson tilted his head and thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Whatever…he won't die anyway," he shouted. "I'll count to 60. If you're not up by then, this guy is mine, okay? 1…"
"2—3…4…"
Pffft—! A Deadpool head suddenly broke the surface of the water. "Wait—please give me 10 more seconds to count how many bones I've broken, so I can decide how many times to stab you in the ass later! Remember! Multiply by ten!"
Watson rolled his eyes, ignoring him, and continued counting. "5…6…"
"50—51…52…"
Click!
A katana hilt got stuck on the edge near Watson's foot.
"Hold on! I'm coming up…I…wait…Ugh!!…Ugh~!!"
He pulled back his mask as if he was straining. "Ugh~!!" Pfft…a small fish was spat out.
"Gross—" Watson involuntarily stepped back a few paces. "How did it get in there?"
"Just when I fell into the water! When I tried to pull back my mask and take a big breath!" Deadpool lifted his head, revealing his face, which was ravaged by cancer and superpowers, and pointed at the fish on the ground, saying, "It! It swam over and f*cked its way into my mouth! Then it slowly slid down my throat into my stomach! I was going to just eat it for dinner…but then I wanted to see what the fish that took my throat's virginity looked like. F*ck…it's hideous—"
"Alright, don't talk anymore—your face?"
"Oh…sorry, I hope I didn't scare you." Deadpool put down his katana and suddenly said with a hint of dejection, "Do you know I used to be much more handsome than you! Now—I'm only a little bit worse than you…F*ck! Just a little bit!"
"—You look like a flattened block of Emmental cheese…"
Deadpool suddenly looked up and said in surprise, "Really? Oh God—that's the best compliment anyone has ever given my face! I…"
Before Deadpool could finish, he heard Watson continue, "—then eaten by a mouse and pooped out."
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Deadpool put his mask back on and drew his two katanas again. "I've decided, I'm going to make you play with hobos in shoes filled with pee!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Deadpool charged straight over again, staring intently at Watson's right hand! He shouted, "There's no way you're going to hit me this time!!"
And Watson made the same movement as last time: stepping back, clenching his right fist—a flame flickering around it!
Then—a side whip kick!!!
Bang!!!
Whoosh~ Splash~
Watson once again walked to the edge and looked at the small ripple in the water below, then squatted down and began to count. "1…2…"
Whoosh!! Splat!
Watson instinctively dodged to the side, but he was still a step too late.
"Haha! I got you! Wait till I get up…ugh…you're already—ugh—on my naughty list! Ugh!!…Number one! Ugh—ugh…!!" Deadpool was struggling to climb up with one hand and two feet, his other hand, having been kicked by Watson and having thrown the katana too hard earlier, hadn't fully recovered.
Watson looked at the katana stuck in his left shoulder. He didn't seem to feel much pain, just a symbolic, slight ache—a game-data body is really good…it even bled a little? Pfft, the katana was pulled out. Watson looked at the pristine, bloodless blade and muttered, "This must be an Adamantium katana…to be able to pierce the Rathalos armor so easily, it's certainly not for show…but…"
Watson looked down at the wound, a hole poked by the Adamantium katana. Watson frowned. "System, can the suit be destroyed?"
Ding! Monster Hunter armor sets do not have durability. Damage sustained in battle will slowly repair itself, but this only applies to the host's own armor. Armor given to others does not have this function.
All weapons have an indestructible property, which also only applies to weapons used by the host.
"Fortunately, Monster Hunter gear doesn't have durability. If it did—would my Wyvern Blade not break? Thinking of this, Watson glanced at his health bar."
"So, getting stabbed in the shoulder just now…reduced 5% of my health? This is my first time losing health—I wonder how much it would be without the Rathalos armor—better not tempt fate. Besides, if he had really hit a vital spot just now…it probably wouldn't have been 5%." Just as Watson was muttering.
Click!
"OK, I'm up, starting now…ugh…"
"Did another fish dry your mouth?"
"NO…it's just…drinking too much water will affect my performance…ugh…OK, I'm ready…Now, it's the third round, the great Deadpool is about to launch a storm of attacks! And then fulfill all the promises I made to you earlier!" After saying that, Deadpool suddenly charged forward.