Chapter-2 Startle The Cat (Rewritten)

Stephen didn't avert his gaze or conceal his interest, even though his opponent frowned unpleasantly. If she truly was the person he believed her to be—Selena Kyle, also known as Catwoman—then it was evident that this was the DC universe. First Marvel, and now DC? This seemed to be a common occurrence in many amazing novels.

Regardless of Marvel or DC, what could be the issue?

Stephen Lang smiled. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a straight and slender leg swiftly kicking towards him. The speed was so remarkable that it would have made instant contact with his face in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately, Stephen didn't have a foot fetish, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Unlimited mimicry!

His ability was activated, allowing him to instantly copy any enemy's ability against him. Stephen could clearly sense that his body's flexibility, balance, and reflexes had become enhanced.

In the moment when his opponent raised her leg to kick, Stephen leaned back abruptly, narrowly avoiding her foot grazing the top of his head. At the same time, almost instinctively, Stephen kicked the opponent's legs to support his own body.

His kick landed perfectly on the opponent's calf, causing her to lose her balance and fall towards Stephen. Her quick reaction was to retract her kicked leg and step on the bed to regain her balance, but... Stephen was faster. He reached out, grabbed her ankle, and pressed it against his body.

While she tried to stabilize herself by stepping on the ground, one of her feet was firmly held by Stephen, causing her body to sharply descend, pressing against Stephen's body.

Simultaneously, a tearing sound...

Stephen could tell that when the prison originally designed the uniforms, they hadn't taken into account that the prisoners might engage in jumping jacks or any similar activities. Thus, both he and his opponent were taken aback by the sudden crotch tear.

"Don't give me that look, it wasn't my fault! You broke it!" Stephen exclaimed.

Initially, it had been quite embarrassing with her clothing torn near the crotch, but when Stephen unexpectedly uttered the words "It wasn't my fault," she completely lost her temper. Angrily, she clenched her fist and struck Stephen.

Given their positions and the distance between them, one can imagine where her punch landed. Stephen didn't want any future issues, so he relied on her momentum and forcefully pushed her leg away with his wrist.

An ordinary person would have fallen from such a push, but she utilized her strength to execute a backflip, landing gracefully and immediately rushing towards Stephen.

As a renowned jewelry thief, Catwoman excelled in Muay Thai and street fighting, in addition to her balance, flexibility, and rapid response.

Seeing her charging towards him, Stephen raised the corner of his mouth and took the initiative to engage her.

Boom!

Their techniques, angles, and choices of moves were precisely the same, resulting in an intense clash.

Catwoman was slightly surprised by the other party's fighting style, but even in her surprise, her movements didn't falter.

Fists and feet clashed simultaneously.

Within the confines of the small cell, the two fought fiercely, their strikes echoing.

Their moves mirrored each other perfectly. At first glance, it seemed as if they had coordinated beforehand. Catwoman didn't believe it initially, dismissing it as mere coincidence. However, the more she fought him, the more suspicious she became.

What a coincidence, even their fighting styles were identical. Some small habits were the same, making Catwoman feel as though she was battling a male version of herself.

"Asshole, don't use my own moves against me!" Catwoman scolded him.

Stephen chuckled, knowing that the Prodigy's ability wasn't limited to merely copying skills. Not only were the ability skills copied, but the experiences also integrated in an instant. Even if it were a skill book, it wouldn't be as seamless as this. Observing his furious opponent, Stephen could confirm that she was indeed Catwoman.

"Oh, you're not convinced? Come on, hit me then! You can't beat me anyway!" he taunted.

Catwoman sneered, "We use the same trick. Even if I can't defeat you, you won't defeat me either!"

"That's not necessarily true. I was just playing around with a mischievous cat earlier, but now..." Stephen replied, sounding frustrated and annoyed.

Underestimating me by calling me a mischievous cat!

Catwoman had no time to ponder whether the mischievous cat he mentioned knew her true identity as Catwoman. At this moment, she only had one thought—to defeat him! She pressed her toes firmly against the ground and charged forward once again.

The ability to infinitely copy was indeed formidable, similar to the Sharingan, but Stephen wanted to know the effect of infinite stacking. Copying abilities was undoubtedly amazing, even if it sounded high-level, it wasn't overpowering enough.

Using it to match the enemy blow for blow was fine, but the ability to infinitely stack powers was even more awe-inspiring.

"Infinite stack, double x2!" he shouted in Chinese.

Stephen's sudden voice startled Catwoman, and his response time, speed, physical coordination, flexibility, and strength instantly increased. As Catwoman unleashed a whip kick, Stephen's feet remained grounded while his waist contracted and twisted.

He had already reached the limit, a feat even Catwoman couldn't accomplish. She was momentarily stunned, but continued with a barrage of whip kicks, sidekicks, backspin kicks, and various other leg techniques to attack Stephen.

Simultaneously, her hands kept up with the assault, delivering jabs, cross punches, uppercuts, elbow strikes, and more.

Stephen effortlessly evaded this storm of attacks.

Slow.

Too slow.

Before doubling his powers, he had needed to block and counter her strikes, but now it was remarkably easy to dodge them.

"Infinite stack, double!"

Just as Catwoman's leg whip was about to strike, Stephen had already anticipated it and swiftly evaded. At the same time, he leaned forward, his shoulder colliding forcefully with Catwoman's shoulder, causing her to be kicked back several meters and collide with the wall.

She let out a grunt, her shoulder throbbing from the impact as she slumped slightly.

Such immense strength!

Catwoman felt numbness radiating from one side of her shoulder, and a painful cold sweat broke out from her exertion.

What frustrated her the most was that this move was also her own.

The difference was that she couldn't execute it as swiftly as him, nor with as much strength. That leaning motion he employed, she hadn't yet mastered it!

"Who are you?" Catwoman asked warily, clutching her shoulder.

Stephen looked at Catwoman and smiled. "For starters, I'm not a shit shovel officer!" (This was a reference to "My Sh*t Shovel Officer is Cute," a novel that begins with the protagonist starting the story with an orange cat.)

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The original protagonist's name was Su Sheng. [Su] Meaning: lodge for the night, old, former, night, classifier for nights, constellation. And the meaning of the Sheng character is to give birth/life.

After translation, the protagonist's name is Stephen Lang.

Real Author: Marvel King

Translator: Zatch[King]Rex