Marvel: The Villain Chapter 311 Warning

A-Train declared with arrogance to Natasha, "Did I not inform you? The high-ranking members of the Joker Organization are not easily vanquished!"

Natasha's visage darkened, her lips pressed tightly together.

A-Train bellowed a reminder towards the shimmering barrier: "Keep an eye on the clock! Forty-six seconds remain!"

Upon hearing this, Steve's focus sharpened instantly, and he hurled his shield. Alex attempted to evade, but he landed precisely where Steve had anticipated. Steve then plunged into a rapid descent, and the cacophony of intense, close-quarters combat reverberated within the confined space of the barrier.

It was a titanic struggle between overwhelming offensive power and unnatural resilience. The ultimate offensive weapon met its match against the ultimate defensive instrument.

Such a confrontation ought to have presented a breathtaking spectacle, yet the reality was disappointingly mundane. Under Steve's ceaseless assault, Alex found himself utterly incapable of retaliating; he was relentlessly pursued and decimated across the expanse of the fighting area. In a mere thirty seconds, he had already met his end four times.

The most vexing aspect was that regardless of the horrific state his body was reduced to, he would regenerate into his original form within mere seconds. He was no longer merely human; he had become the embodiment of the Blacklight Virus.

"Fifteen seconds!" A-Train commenced the final countdown.

Alex abandoned all pretense of defense. He flung his arms wide and proclaimed with a touch of wild elation, "Fifteen seconds left! Hurry, come on!"

Throughout their fierce engagement, he had already ascertained the peak output Steve could achieve. While undeniably impressive, it fell demonstrably short of being lethal to him.

Steve felt a surge of desperation. He had exhausted every offensive capability integrated into the Iron Armor, yet the fiend before him behaved like shape-memory alloy—no matter the intensity of the blows, he simply reformed.

"Still not attacking? Have you conceded defeat?" Alex taunted with a triumphant air. "If you have, that alluring female agent will be brutally assaulted and slain right before your eyes, and the blame will rest solely upon you."

Steve's gaze softened with a complex emotion as he looked towards Natasha. She was grievingly wounded, pinned ignominiously beneath A-Train's boot, her dignity utterly shattered. This sight struck Steve's heart profoundly, compelling him towards a somber resolve.

He descended gently to the ground, his expression transforming into one of calm acceptance and resignation. Alex remained with his arms outstretched, seemingly disinclined to evade whatever action Steve might take next.

Steve uttered softly, "Jarvis, execute that maneuver."

"Sir," Jarvis responded, "Your survival may be jeopardized."

Steve's expression remained impassive. "If it ensures the demise of this wretch, does my own life hold any significance? The moment I donned this suit, I relinquished any expectation of surviving."

"Understood. Overload sequence initiated. Peak output achievable in six seconds!"

From beyond the confines of the barrier, A-Train's voice echoed: "Ten, nine, eight..."

Alex's brow furrowed, a hint of perplexity crossing his features.

Abruptly, the Arc Reactor embedded in Steve's chest blazed with an intense, blinding light, accompanied by violent electrical discharges. Alex's eyes widened considerably as the chilling realization dawned upon him.

Alex possessed exact knowledge of the destructive potential inherent in a reactor overload. This time, he dared not risk his supposed immortality. Biomass erupted violently from his form, enveloping him in a colossal, multi-layered defensive shell.

"Too late!" Steve declared with a cold, mirthless laugh.

CLANG!

The Arc Reactor detached forcefully from the armor, slipping through a narrow aperture in the rapidly solidifying protective shell just as it sealed. Stark's ingenuity was truly on display; he had ingeniously transmuted the inherent hazards of a reactor overload into the ultimate instrument of annihilation.

"Savor this!"

Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Steve cast a swift glance towards Natasha. As anticipated, both she and A-Train had vanished.

He raised his arm, activating the suit's auxiliary power to blast a gaping hole in the terrain below. Steve plunged into the chasm, employing his shield to seal the opening above him. Whether he would emerge alive or perish was now entirely consigned to the whims of fate.

"AAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

A horrifically piercing scream emanated from within Alex's formidable shell. Moments later...

BOOM!!!

Yet another colossal mushroom cloud ascended from the remote mountainous landscape, surpassing even the immense plume generated by the SHIELD bombardment of their headquarters. An immense shockwave propagated outward, obliterating everything within a multikilometer radius.

For a profound moment, every competing faction engaged in the ongoing conflict directed their gaze towards the cataclysmic explosion.

A-Train, with Natasha securely in his grasp, had managed to escape the destructive radius precisely at the eleventh hour. He turned to observe the towering mushroom cloud, a stark monument to the preceding final confrontation.

A-Train remained immobile for a considerable duration, a sigh escaping his lips. "Were he not an adversary, I would genuinely aspire to forge a camaraderie with an individual of his caliber."

Natasha weakly shook her head. "Impossible."

"And why is that?" A-Train inquired. "I hold respect for those who willingly offer their lives for a cause they believe in. My contention with Captain America stems merely from our divergent allegiances."

Natasha responded with a derisive scoff. "Even on the same side, friendship would be inconceivable for you. Have you ever witnessed a genuine hero align themselves with a coward?"

A-Train's demeanor instantly turned frigid. "The contest has concluded. It is highly probable that both combatants have perished. Your life currently rests within my control—temper your discourse accordingly."

Natasha paid no mind to her personal safety, reaching into her pocket. "Don't forget... I'm a hero too!"

BZZZZZT!

Instantly, a hidden device within her clothing unleashed a powerful electrical current. Amidst the crackling arc, A-Train crumpled to the ground, body convulsing erratically.

Natasha pushed herself to her feet, crawling away from him, and retrieved a small dagger from her belt buckle.

"Finally... it's done!"

She aimed for the nape of A-Train's neck, thrusting the blade downward with her remaining strength. The sharp weapon easily sliced through soft...

Earth.

"What?!"

The blade met only dirt. Natasha scrambled upright, eyes darting around in confusion. She spotted A-Train semi-reclined, propped against a large tree a short distance away.

"Heh..." He emitted a faint, chilling laugh. "Bitch. Don't you dare underestimate me."

Everyone summoned by the system possessed unique abilities, yet they all shared one common trait: their physical capabilities were honed to the absolute peak of human potential. Even a high-voltage electrical shock wasn't enough to fell them instantly. This extraordinary resilience was all attributed to Jason.

"Same goes for you!" Natasha clutched the dagger, her frame trembling as she advanced toward him. Her gait was faltering and unsteady, but her eyes blazed with the fire of vengeance.

"I surrender," A-Train declared, shaking his head. "You truly are a viper, lady."

He produced a syringe from his pocket, bit off the cap, and injected it into his thigh.

"AAAGH!!!"

The contents of the needle took immediate effect. A-Train threw his head back with a guttural yell, his eyes wide with a crazed, ecstatic fervor. As Natasha drew within ten meters of the tree, A-Train used its sturdy trunk to hoist himself up.

Natasha, still clutching the dagger, took another wavering step forward.

A-Train's gaze fixed upon her. The manic grin stretching across his face had shed all pretense of the cocky showman; it revealed something far more ancient and ravenous.

"You know what the most frustrating part is?" he rasped, his voice strained. "All this time I could have simply taken what I desired. But I chose to play by the rules. Hero's code. Villain's etiquette. Screw all that."