Chapter 241 New Prowler
Spider-Men have very strong Dynamic Vision, and Miles is no exception. However, that purple figure was simply too fast; even a single extra glance could cause him to miss the opportunity for evasion.
Miles decisively dodged to the side. The figure missed its target, but only paused for a moment in the Original Place before attacking Miles again.
However, it was just this brief pause that allowed Miles to clearly see the other person's appearance, and this single glance caused Miles to be greatly alarmed.
Purple mask, metal Gauntlets, although the Uniform style was very different, its similar special features reminded Miles of someone: his Uncle, the former Prowler Aaron Davis.
Not having time to think further, the opponent had already attacked Miles again. This time, there was no time to create distance, and helplessly, Miles could only engage in close combat with the opponent.
The opponent fought with broad, sweeping movements, each Punch powerful and heavy. Coupled with the roar of the Charged Gauntlets, Miles' Spider-Sense in his mind never stopped.
The more Miles fought, the more alarmed he became. He was too familiar with every move of the opponent, almost exactly like what Uncle Aaron had taught him, except that compared to what Uncle Aaron taught, there was an added element of madness.
Thinking of this, a terrifying Idea couldn't help but emerge in Miles' mind.
'Could it be Uncle Aaron?' But he immediately rejected his Idea.
About a year ago, after Uncle Aaron turned over a new leaf, he donated most of his Property to charities, only keeping a small portion to open a Boxing Gym. He no longer involved himself in any crime, living solely as a Coach.
Miles had learned a few moves from him. Although they weren't very useful due to the different fighting styles, the combat Experience still benefited Miles greatly.
Although life as a Boxing Gym Coach was not as extravagant as before, it was very free. Uncle Aaron's smiles became more frequent, and even his interactions with his parents became more frequent. Uncle Aaron had told Miles more than once that this year was the happiest year he had lived.
In Miles' view, Uncle Aaron had no Reason to embark on a criminal path again, and even less Reason to attack him.
Moreover, Miles also noticed that the Figure of the Prowler in front of him was not like Aaron's; he was too short, almost the same as him.
"Bang!" Miles seized the opportunity, catching the opponent's right Punch, which landed with a muffled thud.
"Wait a minute, Friend," Miles quickly seized the opportunity to speak. "Who exactly are you? How come you're wearing Clothes similar to the Prowler?"
However, the opponent ignored Miles' Problem. Seeing that grappling wouldn't gain him any advantage, he swung his Left Hand to force Miles back.
After forcing Miles back, the Prowler pressed forward again, determined to engage Miles in close combat, not giving the opponent a single second to breathe, just like a frantically biting Evil Dog.
Seeing that communication was hopeless, Miles' temper flared up. He stopped Evasion and began to counterattack move for move, taking the initiative.
The two's fighting styles were very similar; it was clear they were taught by the same master, with only some differences in details. For a time, they fought fiercely, evenly matched.
At first, Miles was constrained by the opponent's Charged Gauntlets. Although Miles was Superhuman, he was still made of flesh, and taking a hit from a metal Fist would cause Pain. Naturally, he tried to evade as much as possible. But after Miles adapted to the opponent's attack rhythm, he slowly began to counterattack.
Finally, Miles seized a Weakness in his opponent. He threw a Punch, and it looked like it was about to slam into the opponent's Head.
At this moment, Miles suddenly realized that the opponent was just an Ordinary Person wearing a Battle Suit. Without knowing the Battle Suit's Protection Ability, this Punch could very likely kill the opponent. Thinking of this, Miles couldn't help but weaken his strength by thirty percent, and changed the point of impact to the Shoulder.
However, it was this moment of hesitation that changed the battle situation. The Balance of Victory, which should have tipped towards Miles, immediately turned and rushed towards the Prowler.
"Bang!" Another muffled thud. The Prowler used his Gauntlet to block Miles' Fist. Under the force of Spider-Man's Punch, the Prowler's Gauntlet let out a teeth-grinding groan. Miles was immediately shocked and secretly thought 'not good,' wanting to withdraw, but it was too late.
The Prowler flipped his wrist and directly grabbed Miles' Arm. The Charged Gauntlets, running at full Power, squeezed Miles' Arm like a Hydraulic Press, causing him to cry out in Pain.
"Ah!" The Prowler turned a deaf ear, raised his other Fist, and was about to end the fight. Miles could only watch helplessly as the Fist attacked him.
"Whoosh!" Accompanied by a Sound of Air Being Torn, a Web wrapped around the Prowler's Fist, stopping his Attack.
"Looks like you still can't handle things on your own, Child." This Sound was extremely familiar to Miles. In the past year, Miles had heard this Sound almost every day. Its Master was precisely...
"Spider-Man!" Miles' Sound was like a survivor of a disaster. Seeing that iconic red and blue Uniform, anyone would feel at ease.
"It's me." Peter squatted on the Street Lamp, firmly gripping the Web with his Hand. "And you too. So, you still haven't given yourself a new Code Name?"
"Also," Peter narrowed his eyes, his Line of Sight locked onto the Prowler. "What exactly is going on here?"
He also knew about Aaron's matter, and knew that the other party had turned over a new leaf. Moreover, Peter could tell at a glance the difference between the Prowler in front of him and Aaron.
Too trendy, not just the physique, this style is nothing like the Prowler he knew. It's more like the style that Children like Miles could come up with.
"Sorry, Child, this silly Guy is my Student. I certainly can't leave him alone." Peter shot out another Web, sticking it to the Hand of the Prowler that was grabbing Miles. Then Peter changed the gesture of shooting the Web, and an Electric Current immediately surged out from his Web-shooter, rushing towards the two.
Peter wasn't afraid of hitting Miles at all. This Guy could play with electricity himself, although he didn't know why he didn't use it. But this amount of electricity definitely wouldn't hurt him. On the other hand, if that new Prowler didn't find a way to escape, he would definitely suffer a big loss.
The Prowler also knew that if he was hit by the Electric Current, he would definitely lose combat Ability. At best, his Action would be hindered, and it was even possible he would directly faint. Helplessly, the Prowler could only choose to disarm, abandoning his Charged Gauntlets.
Although he evaded this Attack, the Prowler, having lost his Charged Gauntlets, undoubtedly lost the qualification to fight Spider-Man. Helplessly, he could only choose to leave.
Throwing down a Smoke Bomb, Smoke immediately engulfed the Prowler's Figure. When the Smoke dissipated, the opponent had indeed disappeared without a trace.
Taking the Charged Gauntlets off his Arm, Miles breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Ouch!" Miles covered his faintly aching Head. Peter didn't know when he had already stood behind him and tapped him on the Head.
"Hope today's Business can give you a Lesson," Peter said stiffly.
(End of Chapter)