026. An Incomprehensible String of Moves

Su Ye’s bullets flew gleefully, catching the Green Goblin off guard, but the damage inflicted was negligible. The Goblin’s flight suit boasted formidable defense—real handgun rounds couldn’t pierce it, let alone Su Ye’s spherical web shots, which had force but no penetration; their impact was barely worth mentioning.

“Hmph! You think such petty tricks can defeat me, Spider-Man? You underestimate me far too much!” the Green Goblin scoffed, ceasing any attempt at defense and letting the web balls bounce harmlessly off his suit.

Then, under his command, the front of his glider bristled with gun barrels, which suddenly unleashed a dense barrage of bullets.

“Hahaha, take a good look—this is what real shooting looks like, you bastard!” the Green Goblin cackled maniacally.

Su Ye sensed the impending danger even before the Goblin opened fire. While still airborne, he halted his web attack, shot out a line of webbing, and latched onto a distant lightning rod.

In the next instant, just before the Goblin’s bullets rained down, Su Ye yanked the web and propelled himself swiftly to the side, swinging clear.

“You can’t run!” the Green Goblin snarled, turning his glider and sweeping the guns after Su Ye, riddling the nearby building walls with bullets. Chunks of masonry and shards of glass crashed down, sending the crowd below into panicked screams.

After making a wide arc around the lightning rod, Su Ye vaulted high, charging straight at the Green Goblin with astonishing speed.

Harnessing the momentum of his web, Su Ye executed an aerial “Break Shot,” his body tracing a parabola over the bullet storm. Twisting in midair, he brought both feet crashing down onto the Goblin’s helmeted face.

Bang! Crack!

The sounds of impact and shattering helmet echoed through the air as the Green Goblin was violently kicked off his glider, tumbling backward and plummeting from the sky.

Luckily, the rooftop of a nearby building broke his fall, so he didn’t drop far; he rolled and scrambled back to his feet.

But his newly repaired glider had landed in Su Ye’s hands.

“No!” the Green Goblin roared, seeing Su Ye reach for the glider’s propulsion system.

The glider’s primary function was flight. With it, the Goblin could swoop and dive, running circles around the NYPD and federal agents alike. It was also his trump card in aerial duels with Spider-Man. If, as before, Spider-Man destroyed its engine, he’d be grounded—his attack and mobility would plummet catastrophically.

He could not allow the glider to be destroyed, not even at the cost of self-destruction.

Without hesitation, the Green Goblin activated the self-destruct protocol. A rapid beeping sounded.

Seeing this, Su Ye didn’t have time to sabotage the glider—he immediately hurled it off the edge of the building.

A sly grin spread across the Green Goblin’s face as he remotely summoned the glider back with his wrist console. He could control the glider at a distance, and even the self-destruct, if needed, could be aborted.

With the self-destruct canceled and the glider returning, he’d be airborne again—the fearsome, rampant Green Goblin.

But why was there still a strand of web attached to the glider? And why was Spider-Man holding the other end?

The Goblin’s smile froze. From afar, he saw Spider-Man yank hard on the web, pulling a vital component straight out of the glider. Sparks erupted as the machine, now crippled, plummeted like a severed kite off the building’s edge.

“No! Don’t—!”

Boom! The damaged glider smashed into the side of the building below and exploded. Flames burst up behind Spider-Man, casting his shadow long and dark, looming over the Green Goblin like a monstrous demon.

“You bastard! You’ve destroyed my greatest creation!” the Goblin howled, hurling his last few pumpkin bombs at Su Ye in a frenzy.

But Su Ye twisted nimbly in midair, dodging the explosions, and in a heartbeat closed in on the Goblin.

“Shadow-Cutting Fist!”

The Goblin hardly saw what happened—just a blur, then Spider-Man’s elbow smashed into his throat.

Even through the flight suit, the blow nearly choked him. Yet, this was only the beginning.

“Gale Fist!”

“Rising Dragon Strike!”

“Desperate Palm!”

“Aerial Break Shot!”

After this ferocious string of attacks, the Goblin’s helmet was shattered, his flight suit torn to rags, and his spirit utterly broken. He collapsed, limp and lifeless, on the rooftop.

If Su Ye had mastered the art of channeling energy, his assault would have been even more devastating.

“You… cough! Who are you?” With his helmet gone, Norman Osborn’s face was fully exposed. Su Ye, however, remained unmoved—he’d long known the Goblin’s identity. Even if his friend’s father, as the Green Goblin he was an irredeemable villain.

Insanity was no excuse for murder. The law might grant Norman Osborn leniency, but Su Ye was not the law—he wouldn’t entertain such considerations.

Nor was he the sort of Spider-Man who, when faced with the murderer of countless innocents—even Aunt May—would still hold back and let the villain walk free.

If he had to choose, Su Ye would rather be an anti-hero—a sword in the world, meting out justice and vengeance as he saw fit. That, to him, was the true meaning of heroism.

As for Norman Osborn’s question, Su Ye felt no need to answer. Only villains die from talking too much—anti-heroes do not.

“I’m the one who’s come to grant you redemption,” he replied.

With that, Su Ye stepped in front of Norman Osborn and raised his foot.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

“Aaah!”

A series of savage kicks rang out, accompanied by agonized screams. Norman Osborn’s limbs were shattered at the joints, pulverized beyond repair. He would never menace anyone again—not even at home, unable to manage even the simplest tasks.

His work done, Su Ye turned away and, before the approaching helicopters could arrive, leapt from the rooftop and swung away into the city.

Originally, he had intended to kill Norman Osborn outright, to end the Green Goblin’s threat for good. But just before he acted, he remembered he was still connected to Gwen.

If he killed someone in front of Gwen, would it create a rift between them?

After all, she was just an eighteen-year-old high school girl—she couldn’t possibly share his ruthless resolve.

By crippling Osborn, rendering him a helpless invalid, Su Ye had delivered justice for the victims and chosen a course easier for Gwen to accept.