The fierce clash between Captain America and Viper One was like two dancers performing gracefully on a battlefield. Their movements were elegant yet precise; every swing of their blades possessed immense power, yet looked as mesmerizing as a brilliant ballet. In that dark, damp basement, their battle seemed to transform into a dazzling stage lit by sparks.
Captain America and Viper One had already fought for dozens of rounds. Both could clearly feel the overwhelming force emanating from the other. Their strength was extraordinary—sparks from their clashing weapons were powerful enough to ignite the rotting papers on the floor.
Viper One launched a relentless flurry of attacks, each strike swift and deadly accurate. She attempted to break through Captain America's defense with rapid, continuous blows. However, Captain America remained composed, relying on his fluid movements to dodge her attacks while deflecting strikes with his shield.
"You're nothing special!" Viper One snarled through clenched teeth.
Captain America did not respond. He focused entirely on the battle, studying every weakness in Viper One's form. As the fight continued, he gradually learned her attack patterns. Viper One was ferocious but lacked stamina—she excelled at finishing fights quickly, not prolonged clashes.
"I must find the opening," Captain America resolved silently.
Then, a fleeting opportunity appeared. One of Viper One's strikes missed by a fraction, leaving a small gap in her stance. Captain America seized the moment, dashing forward with his sword and shield, launching a fierce counterattack.
Viper One staggered back several steps, but quickly regained her stance and deflected his strikes with her blade. She sneered, "It seems you're not qualified to fight me."
"I can keep this up all day," Captain America replied firmly.
He stomped the ground and charged again. Caught off guard by his sudden change in tactics, Viper One hurried to raise her sword, but it was too late—his blade swept upward in a powerful arc, striking her lower body and forcing her off balance.
Captain America didn't let the chance slip away. He followed up with a barrage of strikes. His swordsmanship flowed smoothly; each blow was sharp, precise, and aimed directly at Viper One's weak spots.
Viper One was instantly pushed into a defensive position. She swung her dagger desperately, but it was useless. Captain America's experience and superior skill quickly overwhelmed her.
The agents watching from the side were thrilled. They knew that with time, Captain America would inevitably triumph.
However, Viper One refused to give up. She suddenly rolled to the side, regaining momentum and escaping Captain America's assault through sheer agility.
"You're still too young," Viper One mocked.
Captain America remained unfazed. He knew the battle was far from over. Super-soldier serum surged through his veins, filling him with immense power.
Viper One charged again, and their blades clashed once more. The sound of metal striking metal reverberated through the basement as the two fighters darted across the room like lightning.
In the dim basement, the battlefield was ablaze with tension and energy.
Suddenly, a group of desperate warriors appeared. Their bodies radiated scorching heat—like walking suns. They possessed terrifying firepower, able to unleash high-temperature blasts at close range.
Black Widow, Melinda May, and the agents immediately sensed danger intensifying. The appearance of these desperate warriors created crushing pressure.
The warriors fired beams of searing energy toward Black Widow and the others.
Black Widow, Iron Knight, and the agents felt the overwhelming pressure instantly. They were forced to retreat and defend themselves from the devastating heat blasts.
"Careful! Their attacks are extremely destructive!" Black Widow warned.
The agents scattered, using the room's structure for cover. The scorching beams tore across the battlefield, plunging the area into chaos.
Black Widow, Melinda May, and their agents were soon surrounded. The relentless heat blasts prevented any close-range combat. Just when things reached a critical point, a dark silhouette suddenly appeared.
It was Zed—the leader of the Shadow Sect—who longed to become a superhero.
Zed swept his cold gaze across the battlefield. Clad in black shadow armor and wielding his razor-edged gauntlet blades, he exuded an ominous, deadly aura.
"That's him…" Black Widow whispered in shock.
Zed's appearance startled the desperate warriors, but they soon launched another attack. Zed stared at them with icy contempt and entered combat mode.
"The unseen blade is the deadliest."
"Shadow Technique: Reap!"Zed shifted instantly, dodging the scorching attacks. He slashed forward with his gauntlet blades, aiming at a wounded warrior. Each strike was perfectly precise and ruthlessly lethal. As his blades cut through the warrior, Zed's attacks grew even more deadly—like a shadow consuming life.
"Shadow Slash!"Zed and his shadow clone flung their swords and shurikens. The spinning blades created a storm of steel, raining across the battlefield. Warriors scattered, but many were struck and instantly ignited.
"Shadow Clone!"Zed split into multiple clones, each capable of mimicking his attacks, drastically amplifying his combat presence. They darted through the battlefield, slaughtering the desperate warriors with terrifying efficiency.
Zed's movements were swift and unpredictable—like a dark tempest. Every strike was as deadly as a venomous viper, making it impossible for enemies to read his next move. He used his clones to dodge attacks, then reappeared to deliver fatal blows.
"Forbidden Art: Death Mark!"Zed vanished into an untargetable state, dashed toward a warrior, and marked them with a burst of dark light. Three seconds later, the mark detonated with horrific force. At the same moment, Zed swapped places with his clone, slicing through the enemy from behind.
Zed's arrival completely shifted the tide of battle. His attacks were like bolts of black lightning—swift, brutal, and unstoppable. The desperate warriors suffered massive casualties, and their formation quickly collapsed.
Even Black Widow and her team were stunned by Zed's devastating power and merciless efficiency.
But shock quickly turned to opportunity.
Black Widow, Iron Knight, and the agents regrouped and launched a coordinated counteroffensive while Zed dismantled the enemy ranks. His intervention bought them precious breathing room—and they used it to strike back hard, thinning the enemy numbers.
Zed and his clones hunted down the remaining warriors. His gauntlet blades tore through their molten shields and finished them off mercilessly.
"Embrace the shadows… or die in darkness," Zed intoned coldly.
With Zed leading the charge, Black Widow, May, and the agents gradually regained control. His presence rekindled their hope for victory, while the desperate warriors fell into utter despair.
In the clash between scorching heat and shadowy ninjutsu, the battlefield's momentum shifted entirely. Zed's arrival killed the last of the warriors one by one, enveloping the battlefield in darkness. Blood scented the air, yet Zed remained still—calm and unshaken.
As silence returned, Zed stood alone at the center, cloaked in gloom. His cold, steady gaze held neither sorrow nor triumph.
Black Widow, Melinda May, and the agents looked upon him with reverence—and fear.
Meanwhile, Viper One's offense had completely collapsed under Captain America's pressure. The light of victory was fading fast for her. She surveyed the battlefield and realized the situation had turned hopeless. Her desperate warriors were falling apart.
"Damn it!" Viper One cursed in frustration.
A single thought flashed through her mind—retreat.In war, knowing when to withdraw can mean the difference between life and death. She analyzed the situation and understood she had been forced into a corner.
She made her decision quickly. She abandoned her confrontation with Captain America and turned to flee, hoping to find an escape route. She knew her time was running out.
Captain America immediately sensed her intent. He knew she planned to escape. He didn't rush after her—instead, he steadied his stance, keeping a safe distance while preparing for any sudden counterattack.
Viper One darted across the battlefield like a serpent, weaving through debris and obstacles. She shifted direction constantly, making herself hard to track.
"You won't get away!" Captain America called out.
Viper One didn't respond.She knew one truth:
Only by surviving could she one day take revenge.
She sprinted desperately, doing everything she could to evade Captain America's pursuit.
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