Chapter 110: The Weakness of the Trio

The grotesque beast let out a low growl, displaying its readiness to attack.

"SHADOW LIMBS!" a massive amount of goo was suddenly sent toward Stark, which, just as before, transformed into a giant hand that wanted to grab him.

'Aura Smash!' the clone immediately answered back, sending two fists at it.

But...

"DEVOURING DARKNESS!" a mouth suddenly appeared on the hand, eating both attacks.

'What the actual fuck,' this was becoming nonsensical, and Stark frankly hated that monster, much more than any other monster he had seen before.

And no, it's not because its black (lol).

The fact that it could swallow him and end his life so easily, with ho chance to be revived even with his [Chosen One] talent frankly angered him, and the fact that it could completely control its body like that felt unfair.

'It must have a weakness though...' he clearly remembered reading this panel, which said that there is ALWAYS a way to kill a monster without its HP reaching 0.

~BOOM~

[The Purgatory Shadow took the hit in your place]

The shadow of himself appeared from the ring and deflected the attack, but...

~FWISH~

The hand suddenly turned back toward Stark, rushing back at him.

'They have better control over it since they merged...' Stark grunted as he quickly thought of a way to defeat the monstrous creature.

He avoided the hand, but it would come again, and again, AND AGAIN.

Touching it wasn't an option either because of the massive mouth.

'Think Stark... THINK...'

They had also sent a long trail of goo toward his clone, which was also occupied as it needed to avoid them all.

This battle truly seemed unwinnable.

And that was what Stark believed, until...

~FWISH~

He heard the sound of an [Arrow of Sierra] being sent toward him, and so he instinctively crouched down to avoid it.

But...

'I get it now...' Stark smiled.

But of course, the arrow the clone had sent hit the surface of a tree and exploded into white mist, meaning he didn't have anymore.

Or did he?

~FWISH~

An arrow came rushing toward the clone from above, and... he grabbed the handle using his speed, meaning that he had yet another one to throw at the STRONG monster.

Clones do not fear death since they know that they are clones, meaning that it actually had the guts to do things even the real Stark wouldn't do.

Basically... the entity that was throwing these arrows at them was effectively giving them a chance to survive.

'Infinite arrow glitch,' Stark smiled as he understood why his clone threw that precious arrow so easily now.

"I said I would beat you in 5 attacks," he smiled as tightened the grip around the arrow, "Give me just one!"

The clone immediately sent another arrow toward the monster, immediately scaring it.

"DOUBLE ASSAULT," and then both of them activated one of their legendary skills.

The 'Shadow Stalker Trio' yet again morphed its body to avoid the arrow, but without wasting time, sent dozens upon dozens of limbs toward Stark's clone as it feared it would damage him again.

But...

"I won," Stark mumbled as he now stood right behind the monster, which had completely ignored him, both because [Double Assault] made him too fast, but also since the Shadow Stalker targeted the person that sent the arrow.

And so...

~PIERCE~

The [Arrow of Sierra] Stark was holding pierced the monster's main body, and the reaction was immediate: the white mist began to enter the goo, and after a short while, the black goo began to turn white, restraining the monster as it couldn't move well anymore.

And so without wasting time...

Stark's clone's hand began to shine as it drew a circle at the monster's location, it smiled at the monster as its dozen of eyes and limbs were now too slow to even reach it.

It was truly fucked.

'...' the clone kept smiling as it hit its palm with its other hand's fist, making it shine with a crimson aura.

"HEAVEN'S WRATH!" the sparkle in the sky appeared, and the crimson beam began to power up.

'...' the 'Shadow Stalker Trio' looked up, unable to avoid the attack since its body was being taken over by that shitty mist.

It knew it was fucked, no matter what it did.