When a person sacrificed himself for another, it was either because of an irresistible benefit or because of feelings that transcended the threat of death.
The people in the hall weren't emotionless creatures, but to be honest, they wouldn't give up their "noble" lives for Bruce. After the crazy Seiber severely injured the pitiful Earl, the pungent smell of fresh blood made everyone rush out of the hall like a swarm of bees.
Ducard didn't stop all this. He knew that the first attack that he had carefully prepared against Bruce had collapsed just like that.
All because of an unknown bastard!
"Who are you?"
Standing in the middle of the crowd, Ducard's body was like a pillar in a stream of water. A panicking woman almost bumped into him, but Ducard caught her in a gentlemanly manner. The woman thanked him with tears in her eyes. Ducard made way for her, and she ran away in a panic. Behind her, Ducard, like an old gentleman who walked out of an English story, clenched his cane and slowly pulled out the sword.
Saber's heart sank when he saw Ducard's posture.
The staff sword was a very powerful weapon, but frankly speaking, it was one of the most difficult weapons to use. The hilt of the sword was extremely short, and the flexibility and strength of the wrist were extremely high. A person who could use the staff sword well was definitely a true martial arts master.
"Impudent person! How dare you barge into my trial? "
Ducard took a step forward. Behind him, more than a dozen subordinates drew their weapons. The indifferent man on the second floor quickly went downstairs with a black pistol in his hand, but Bruce reacted and punched him in the chest. The three people around him pounced on Bruce. The man in the suit fought with them directly in the hall.
All the guests had left, so no one saw this scene. Saber let go of Alfred.
"Get our armors ready … This guy is not easy to deal with!"
Afo and Lucius glanced at Ducard and the armed men. They wanted to leave, but the door had been sealed. Saber ignored the scene. He pointed the pistol in his hand at Ducard in front of him. Under the mask, he spoke with a mocking voice.
"What era is this? Are there still people who use swords? Sorry, but are you really not an old ghost from the Middle Ages? Look at the clothes you're wearing, it's exactly the same as those dead people. "
"Gun?"
Ducard waved his finger behind him, and the guards behind him ran in the direction of Bruce. The four guys were suppressed by Bruce. As one of the most powerful geniuses in the League of Shadow Warriors, four elites were really not enough.
Ducard's intention was clear. He wanted to deal with Saber personally, the bastard who ruined the show he directed.
"You're the 'Red Devil,' right? Actually, you can rephrase your statement. I still don't understand why some people always think that they can deal with all opponents with guns. "
The Ninja Master gently waved the staff sword in his hand. The thin blade seemed to shake in the air, but after he moved his wrist, the afterimage quickly disappeared and turned back into a silver blade.
Ducard looked at Saber in front of him, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"A gun is the stupidest weapon. The bullet is no threat after leaving the barrel. It's not even as good as a bow and arrow. At least the arrow can change direction. And are you sure you can hit me?"
Bang!
Saber answered with practical action. He aimed at Ducard's heart. At this distance of less than 10 meters, the bullet only needed one-thirtieth of a second to hit him. Almost at the moment when the trigger was pressed, Ducard's figure blurred, like a flicker of light and shadow. There was no blood. Saber's eyes widened at this moment.
"Pa la"
One of the cups behind Ducard's back was shattered by the bullet, but the mysterious smile still remained on Ducard's face. This scene made Seiber feel a little dizzy, but the ninja master didn't give him too much time to think. Just as he pulled the trigger for the second time, Ducard's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
"It's my turn."
Poof!
A burning sensation entered his abdomen, followed by a pain that surged from his bone marrow and every cell in his body. He lowered his head and saw that Ducard's sword had pierced through his lower abdomen. Blood flowed out of the wound, and then he heard Ducard's faint voice in his ear. "Don't worry.
"Otherwise, why are we called the Shadow Warriors?"
"Cough cough … mutant … mutant?"
Saber struggled to ask. The sword was very accurate, piercing the vital part of his body. It was like opening a gap in a balloon. Saber felt the strength in his body was quickly draining away, but his question made Ducard laugh.
"Don't joke around, child."
Ducard put his black-gloved hand on Saber's shoulder and gently pushed. Saber's body shook. He reached out, wanting to grab something, but in the end, he felt his arms getting weaker and weaker, and then he fell to the ground. The pistol hit the bricks of the hall, making a crisp sound.
"Mutant?"
Ducard took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood on the staff sword, and then threw the handkerchief on Saber's body. Watching Saber's blood slowly flowing out and staining the snow-white table cloth behind him red, the Ninja Master breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you humiliating me?"
Ducard shook his hand, and a drop of blood flowed down from the top of his glove. He frowned and saw the bullet wound on his arm. He shook his head and ignored it. The pain didn't affect his movements, and his breathing was a little rapid. Obviously, the attack just now wasn't as easy as he made it out to be.
To reach the speed of dodging bullets with the body of a mortal, this kind of movement was obviously a great burden on the body. But to be able to kill the threatening Red Devil in an instant, Ducard thought it was worth it. He shook the blade in his hand and turned his head to look at the other side. Bruce had fallen into a bitter battle.
He was just a mortal with better martial arts skills. Facing the siege of more than a dozen people, it was quite difficult for him to defend himself. Moreover, he had no weapon in his hand. Although the shadow warriors only used daggers and short swords to fight, they still left more than a dozen wounds of varying depths on his body in these few minutes.
He fought with great difficulty, and the gunshot and Saber's fall put a lot of pressure on Bruce. But just as Ducard turned and walked towards Bruce, the dying Saber lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes. The heat in his body circulated wildly under the stimulation of this fatal injury. The wound on his abdomen had stopped bleeding. Although it had not healed and the pain was still spreading, Saber could already move his fingers.
He took a deep breath and did not get up immediately. Instead, he struggled to move his arm silently on the ground. Lucius, who was locked in the corner, noticed this scene. He was so shocked that he almost screamed, but Alfred covered his mouth tightly.
"Mutant!"
Afo also looked at the movement of Saber's fingers with bright eyes. His anxious eyes once again showed hope.
"Bruce! Tell me! "
Ducard held the sword in his left hand. The subordinates stepped aside and left the battlefield, leaving the master and disciple alone.
He looked at Bruce Wayne, who was covered in wounds. He thrust his sword at the panting Bruce and shouted loudly, "Let's go!"
"Open your eyes and look at your city. Every day, new sins are born. Inside the glorious city, there is a rotten and stinking quagmire! You act chivalrously at night. Then tell me, is there still hope for your city? "
Bang!
Bruce and Ducard's figures collided. Their fists hit each other's chests. Bruce took three steps back. Ducard landed on the ground with his feet slightly apart. The staff sword in his hand was like a venomous snake looking for food, shining with a dangerous light in the space between the two men.
In the face of his question, Bruce Wayne dodged awkwardly and responded loudly.
"But it's not up to you to judge! You have no right to decide the lives and future of millions of people! "
Buzz!
The trembling blade under Ducard's control stabbed at Bruce's shoulder. He ducked and dodged, but Ducard, who came forward, kicked him in the chest and sent Bruce flying. He rolled on the ground, quickly stood up, and got into a fighting stance.
Ducard took a deep breath. His voice became calm again, as if he was making some kind of declaration.
"No! Child, my disciple, we have the right to do so! After Sangha, the teachings of the Old Man of the Mountains were spread. He will eventually influence the whole world. Everything is false, everything is allowed! You probably don't understand its meaning now, but that's not important! "
"What's important is that human civilization should not live in such a state! Sin, despair, human life should not be like this! The League of Shadow Warriors, we have many other names, the League of Assassins, the Ninja Army, and so on, but our purpose has never changed! We have been dedicated to investigating the corruption of humans for thousands of years! "
Ducard's footsteps turned slightly. As he spoke, he had quietly arranged his body into the most suitable position for a sudden attack. Bruce seemed to be unaware of all this. Ducard's fanatical voice echoed in the hall.
"Gotham's destruction is inevitable, and it's not just a single one! Look at history! We destroyed Rome because it was no longer able to lead civilization forward! "
"That was destruction, but do you really think that we only know how to destroy?"
The sword in the ninja master's hand hummed, and his voice turned low.
"No! Your understanding of us is too shallow! Bruce, when the cargo ship transported the plague to all parts of the world, we burned London to the ground because the city had been taken over by the plague. After that fire, England rose, and the whole world quickly entered a new era. Do you understand? Every time a civilization reaches the mire of corruption, we will stand up to destroy or save it! We will destroy all evil, and then bring new life! "
At this moment, Ducard finally narrated the glorious history of the League of Shadow Warriors. In the entire hall, other than the poor chairman Earl who had fainted due to excessive blood loss, everyone else seemed to be shocked.
Ducard smiled satisfactorily. He looked at Bruce Wayne, his eyes full of sincerity.
"When the forest grows too lush, it's natural for a big fire to descend. Look, this is the law of civilization and nature. You can't stop this law, and you and I both know that you can't stop it! Join us, Bruce. Your talent shouldn't be wasted on a mere Gotham. You will become the supervisor of the whole civilization! This is the responsibility and mission that you've been shouldering since birth! "
Bruce stared at Ducard. He pursed his lips, and finally, he sighed.
"Alright … Ducard, but you have to survive first!"
“？”
Ducard turned around abruptly and saw Seiber sitting up from the ground silently. A crimson flame erupted from the barrel of the black pistol in Seiber's hand.
And behind the flames, the eyes that were covered by the flames shone with a deadly light.
"Die, old bastard!"
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