In the dark hall, the two men had been fighting for several minutes. The wooden tables around them were in a mess from the impact, and the counter that Old Man loved so much was covered with cuts from the long saber. However, in the middle of the hall, the two shadows were like beasts fighting in the darkness, frantically trying to pierce each other's throats with their sharp teeth.
After the real fight, almost every move between the two men was aimed at each other's vital points.
"Are your fists that weak?"
Saber screamed as he raised the long saber in his left hand and slashed at Bruce's head with a whistling sound. Batman took a step back and leaned slightly to the side, allowing the long saber to graze his body as it fell. Batman then crossed his hands and clamped the blade in his right hand with the L-shaped blade.
"Oh, so this is how to use this strange weapon!"
The young man tried hard to pull out the long saber that was clamped, but Bruce's fists crossed again, and the huge force pushed the L-shaped blade past the weakest part of the long saber.
"Crack!"
The long saber in his right hand broke from the middle. Saber was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, a rapidly enlarging fist appeared in front of him.
"Bang!"
Saber staggered back from the punch. He wanted to defend himself, but Bruce rushed forward like a shadow, not giving him a chance to defend himself.
Batman's fighting skills were frighteningly strong. At least from Saber's point of view, he could tell that this simple style of fighting contained the shadow of jujitsu, martial arts, and some kind of systematic boxing. The reason was that the person in front of him never used any sharp weapons.
Even Saber had to admit that Batman himself was the sharpest weapon.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"
A series of heavy punches hit his body from all directions. He raised his right hand to protect his head, but he was still beaten back by the violent, storm-like fists.
The fists hit the armor and made a sound like thick cowhide. This special material could effectively reduce the strength of the blow, but it was not completely immune. Lucius had made it very clear that it could only reduce the strength by one-third at most. In other words, it would still hurt.
"You will never truly understand this world. You will always encounter things that you are afraid of, things that you can't defeat. Your strength cannot protect you forever! Don't! Abuse! It! "
"Bang!"
Bruce's heavy punch hit Saber's chest, and the dull feeling almost made him vomit. The next punch hit his head, and his senses were in a daze. He could only hear Bruce's heavy voice, which sounded like thousands of flies buzzing in his ears.
"Anger and madness give you great power, but if you don't restrain yourself, they will destroy you!"
"Bang!"
Saber had completely lost his autonomy in this fight. His helmet was grabbed by Bruce, who had the upper hand. Bruce took it off and threw it aside. His long saber fell to the ground, and his face was punched a few times. His collar was grabbed and grabbed toward Batman's face.
"Look straight at me, Saber. You are just an ordinary person under the armor, just like them, a weak ordinary person. Don't let violence and blood destroy you. Look straight at me and tell me, do you understand?"
Saber's face was terrible. His left eye was green, and there was blood in his nostrils. He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the face under the bat-shaped helmet. Those eyes, those eyes that shone with stubbornness and determination. The slightly silent heat suddenly exploded in his body, and his eyes widened.
His lowered hands suddenly grabbed Bruce's neck. His whole body was raised, and his head was raised high. Then, he slammed his head into Batman's helmet.
Headbutt!
"Bang!"
Bruce's brain suddenly became dizzy. He let go of Saber, but Saber didn't let go of him. His forehead was bleeding from the hard helmet, but he grinned hideously. The blood flowed across his face. He grinned hideously and raised his head high, then slammed it down again.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
After two consecutive headbutts, he could even hear a cracking sound coming from Bruce Wayne's mask. He grabbed Bruce Wayne's mask and fiercely pulled it off. With a final headbutt, the two men's foreheads slammed together.
"Bang!"
The two separated in two different directions and staggered. Both of them suffered serious injuries.
"Cough cough!"
Saber picked up his long sword from the ground. He leaned on his body and grabbed a piece of dirty bread from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. He stared at Bruce. Bruce's forehead was also bleeding. His thin and handsome face was also bleeding pathetically. This was probably the most serious injury he had suffered since he became Batman.
His hair was messy, and there was the taste of blood in his mouth. He looked at Saber, who was panting heavily in front of him. His opponent's face was covered in blood, and he grinned hideously at him.
"Bruce, tell me, under your bat-shaped helmet, are you also a mortal?"
"You can bleed, you can hurt, you can die … Then, what made you do such a high-risk activity?"
"Is it really justice that is driving you? I'm very curious … "
Bruce was silent for a moment. He looked at Saber with a very serious gaze. He did not have the flashy appearance of the Son of Gotham.
"Someone once told me … As a mortal, as a mortal, as a body of flesh and blood, it is very fragile. It is very easy to be defeated. However, to be a symbol, to be a symbol, to be able to surpass failure and become eternal. I want to be this symbol, the symbol of Gotham. It is not for some justice."
"Will evil people submit because of justice? No, they will not! Evil people do evil things. They are like poisonous animals and plants. They do not think of themselves as evil people. They do not think of themselves as poisonous creatures. I know that evil people will never change. What they need is not justice, but fear! "
"When they commit crimes, when they pick up evil weapons, I want them to fear the sky because I am there. This fear will make them think twice before committing a crime. It will make them live in fear after committing a crime. I want to be this fear!"
The stubbornness and sacrifice in Bruce's eyes made Seber tremble slightly. He said firmly, "Don't worry.
"I want to be this city's fear! I want to be the fear of all evil! If they are afraid of me, they will restrain their claws and teeth. As long as this symbol exists, no one will dare to cross the fence of evil! "
Saber coughed softly and laughed softly.
"Hehe, a great dream … But does it mean anything? If you die, everything will be over! "
"It means nothing!"
Bruce took a deep breath and stood up straight. "It means everything!"
"Ah, you are a man of faith, Bruce … You believe in yourself, but you are like me, a villain … Can you really do everything you say? When you see those evil people who harm others, if Rachel is hurt by Klein, will you let him go? "
Saber licked his lips. The smell of blood on them made all the cells in his body come alive.
"Bruce Wayne, can you resist the thought of completely destroying him? Tell me, can you do it? Tell me, are you Batman or Bruce Wayne? "
"Who I really am is not important!"
Batman began to move. His speed was getting faster and faster. Saber also raised his long sword and began to charge. They were like two knights who were about to deal the final blow to each other. This dark hall was their battlefield.
"It's what I do that matters!"
Bang!
Saber's left fist smashed hard on Batman's face that was not protected by a mask. However, the long sword in his hand was blasted into the sky by Bruce's gauntlet, while the other fist with the sharp blade of the gauntlet brushed past his chest and finally landed on his heart.
Their bodies froze at this moment, and then they rolled in two different directions. The long sword fell from the sky and finally stabbed into the floor of the Old Gun Bar, making a soft sound.
The two of them were like mortals who fell from the sky to the ground, struggling at death's door on the dirty ground. The last heat in Saber's body was completely dissipated by this punch. He lay on the ground with his hands spread out. He had no strength left. His battered face was covered with blood. He opened his eyes and looked at the darkness in front of him.
He took in deep breaths. He had lost.
He had lost to the same opponent again, but this time, he did not feel humiliated. It was probably because this was a completely fair fight, and his opponent was someone worthy of respect.
Bruce struggled to get up from the ground. Saber's last punch made him feel like his teeth were about to be loosened. He had lost feeling in half of his face, and his whole body was in pain. His breathing had also become rapid. Everything in front of him was a little distorted and swaying. His face was also covered with blood and stains.
After recovering the dual identities of Bruce Wayne and Batman, he had never been so battered.
He staggered forward and pulled out the long sword. He walked in front of Saber and looked down at him with a sword in his hand.
Saber's eyes turned and looked at him. Then he closed his eyes as if he had accepted his fate.
"Come, victors of faith, exercise your authority."
"No!"
Bruce threw the sword in his hand far away. He half-knelt on the ground and reached out to Saber.
"Never enter the world of evil. No matter what your purpose is, Saber, you will eventually lose yourself."
Saber opened his eyes and looked at the outstretched left hand. He sighed.
"Oh, cough cough … It's this kind of sad drama again. Don't try to move me, Bruce. I am not a fool who will be moved. I admit that you have won. So, as the loser, in this city of yours, I will follow your rules. I will only kill them when I think it is necessary …"
He reached out his hand with difficulty and shook Bruce's hand.
"This is the promise of a loser, but I will not be a loser forever. Bruce … you will not be a winner forever."
"I don't care if I have one more opponent. By the way, thank you for saving Rachel. I almost … lost her."
"You don't have to thank me. She is also my friend. Tsk, tsk. Look at this damned place. It's a mess. My father will kill me … A billionaire wouldn't mind helping me make it beautiful, right?"
"…"
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