章節 329: Terrifying
A sudden blade—more like a long sword or spear—burst through Deadpool's chest from behind, the impact explosive and unexpected.
Deadpool's eyes shifted downward, taking in the sight of the blade sticking out of his chest. It was long, with a dark, serrated edge that dripped with his own blood. The blade shone in the dim light of the spaceship, and blood splattered around him, pooling onto the ground. Behind him stood Bruen, an alien guard Deadpool had just met, gripping the weapon with both hands. His face was twisted into a snarl, and his muscles strained as he drove the blade deeper into Deadpool's back.
Deadpool didn't react immediately. He just blinked at the blade, then raised his right leg and drove his boot straight into Bruen's chest. The kick was powerful, sending the alien stumbling back with a grunt. He crashed into the dark stone wall, leaving a small dent where he'd hit.
Bruen looked up, his eyes wide with shock, watching the wound he'd just created in Deadpool's chest. The hole was already shrinking, flesh pulling together, knitting itself back into place right before his eyes. In mere seconds, Deadpool's chest looked as though it had never been pierced at all.
"No...no, that's impossible!" Bruen's snarl turned into a look of horror. His eyes were wide, and he looked like he was seeing a ghost.
"You see it too, don't you?" he yelled, his voice shaky but loud. "I told them! I said something was wrong with you! But nobody believed me!"
Deadpool raised an eyebrow behind his mask. "What's up, buddy? Did someone forget their therapy session today? Look, I know there's no alien tentacle princess on board, but no need to lose your cool."
"Kill you!" Bruen screamed, his whole body trembling with rage—and something else that Deadpool recognized right away. It was fear. Bruen was completely terrified, and no amount of shouting or tough talk could cover it up.
With a quick move, Bruen charged at Deadpool again, gripping his weapon tightly. This wasn't just a regular sword—Deadpool noticed that it looked like it was attached directly to Bruen's arm, almost like it had grown out of his body or was fused to him somehow, like a piece of living armor.
Bruen swung the blade wildly, his face twisted in desperation. Deadpool dodged each attack with a casual sidestep, all while watching Bruen closely, observing every move he made. As he backed up, Deadpool noticed other crew members peeking around the corners, drawn by the noise.
"Bruen? What are you doing?" One of the alien crew members called out, his face a mask of confusion.
"Drop the weapon, and calm down—"
"Shut up!" Bruen interrupted, barely sparing the newcomer a glance. With a quick motion, he pulled out a small dart-like object and threw it with deadly precision. The dart flew straight at the other alien and exploded on impact, sending him sprawling to the floor, his chest blown open.
Deadpool winced, shaking his head. "Yikes. Bad day for that guy."
Bruen's eyes darted around, his expression growing wilder by the second. "You don't get it! You're all tainted! You're all fooled by him! Only I see the truth!"
Deadpool raised his sword, stepping back into a defensive stance. "Alright, pal, if that's the game you want to play," he said, his tone shifting. "Just don't say I didn't warn you."
Bruen lunged, swinging his blade down at Deadpool's head. Deadpool moved quickly, his own sword flashing up to meet the attack. The blades clanged together, echoing through the narrow hallway. Deadpool shifted his sword in a defensive move known as "hanging guard," deflecting Bruen's swing with ease.
With Bruen's blade thrown off balance, Deadpool seized the opportunity. He twisted his sword around and jabbed twice in quick succession. The first stab grazed Bruen's arm, while the second left a deeper cut near his shoulder.
Bruen growled, stepping back. Blood dripped from his wounded arm, but his eyes were locked on Deadpool, still filled with that strange mixture of rage and terror.
Before Bruen could fully recover, Deadpool darted forward, not with a typical sword strike but with something completely unexpected. With his sword still raised, Deadpool leaned forward and smashed his forehead straight into Bruen's chest, like a cannonball slamming into a wall.
Bruen staggered, momentarily stunned. Using one's head as a weapon was bizarre to him. In most fighting styles, the head was the last thing you'd use in a fight. But Deadpool had no problem taking risks other people wouldn't dream of.
Instinctively, Bruen brought his blade up to slice at Deadpool's head, but at the last second, Deadpool tilted his head away and angled his shoulder into the path of the blade instead. With a sickening slice, the weapon sank deep into Deadpool's shoulder, but he barely flinched. Instead, he used Bruen's distraction to twist his own sword in a tight arc, swinging it toward Bruen's waist.
Bruen tried to block but realized too late that his own weapon was wedged into Deadpool's shoulder, making it impossible to free. In a desperate move, he dropped the weapon, severing the joint that connected it to his arm, and jumped back. But Deadpool's sword was faster, slicing a deep gash across Bruen's side before he could fully retreat.
Deadpool grinned, yanking the embedded weapon from his shoulder. Blood poured from the wound for a brief moment before stopping entirely, the flesh sealing up and leaving no scar behind.
"That all you got?" Deadpool taunted, twirling Bruen's weapon in his hand. "Neat trick, though. Weapons attached to your arm like that? Very fancy."
Bruen's face was a mask of horror as he watched Deadpool's wound heal completely. It was becoming clear to him that Deadpool was no ordinary enemy. His strange, reckless moves and impossible healing were beyond anything Bruen had ever faced.
Panting heavily, Bruen's face twisted in horror and frustration. "I told them! I told them you're a monster! I knew you were...some kind of corrupted being. Get away from me!"
"Oh, that hurts my feelings," Deadpool said mockingly, shifting his sword in his hand. With a quick step forward, he feinted a thrust, and Bruen stumbled backward in response. Sensing an opening, Deadpool executed a quick flip, spinning in mid-air and landing with his back facing Bruen.
Then, in one of the most absurd moves imaginable, Deadpool dropped down, planting himself right on Bruen's face.
Bruen froze, momentarily baffled. This wasn't just an unusual fighting technique; it was downright ridiculous. But that was exactly Deadpool's style—using humor and unpredictability to throw his enemies off balance.
Caught off guard, Bruen took a shaky step back. But as he retreated, Deadpool spun around and swept his sword low, slicing through Bruen's legs in a single, swift move. Bruen fell forward, collapsing onto the ground as his legs buckled beneath him, severed just above the ankles.
Bruen let out a piercing scream, clutching at his ruined legs. Blood pooled beneath him, and his face contorted in terror and pain. He tried to crawl away, but his eyes kept darting toward something in the corner of the room, something only he could see.
"Stay away! Don't come near me!" he yelled, his voice raw with panic. "I'm not afraid of you! I'm the strongest! I—"
Deadpool followed his line of sight, frowning. All he saw was a dark wall in the corner of the room. But Bruen's terrified gaze didn't waver, as if he were looking at something only visible to him.
What could possibly scare a hardened alien warrior this much? Deadpool couldn't see anything unusual, but whatever Bruen was seeing was terrifying him beyond belief.
Meanwhile, outside the ship, the stars stretched on in the vast, silent reaches of space. The ship drifted alone, surrounded by darkness and distant starlight. It was as if something immense, hidden among the stars, had opened an invisible eye, watching them with cold, detached curiosity.
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