Saber stood on the exploded railway. In front of him was Ducard, who had lost his right arm, and Batman, who stood in place, ready for the final battle.
Even the night felt the tension in the air, and the howling night wind became even colder.
Bruce did not answer Saber's question. Instead, it was Ducard who spoke first. His increasingly cold voice sounded in the night. He looked at the beautifully crafted black straight blade in Saber's hand, and there was an undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.
"This blade … where did you get it?"
Saber swung the long blade in his hand, listening to the whistling sound of the straight blade breaking through the air. He gently flicked the blade with a joyful expression, listening to the crisp echo, and then winked at Ducard.
"This … of course, it's a trophy ~"
The atmosphere froze at this moment, and a sense of extreme danger shrouded Saber who stood in place. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up at this moment. In front of him, Ducard said word by word.
"You killed her?"
"Yes!"
Of course, Seber knew who Ducard was referring to. He tilted his head and rested the black sword on his shoulder. Then, he nodded.
"She's very strong, but how should I put it, I'm stronger."
"Hoo …"
Ducard took a deep breath. His upper body was naked, and his body full of scars trembled slightly with this deep breath, but in the end, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Very good, Red Devil … I admit that I underestimated you, and now I won't make the same mistake again! I will kill you with my own hands and cut off your head. Mutant with self-healing ability … Hehe, I'd like to see if you can still be so arrogant after your head is cut off. "
Saber swung the straight blade in his hand forward, making a whistling sound. Under the dark red mask, his voice became colder and colder.
"Cut the crap, come!"
Bang!
The curved staff sword collided with the black straight blade. Ducard's speed in the dark was shocking, and his strength was also shocking. Seiber, who was defending with all his might, was pushed back two steps. Seiber gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and placed it horizontally in front of his body. However, the curved blade was like a poisonous snake. The moment he regained his balance, it slashed through the obstruction of the blade and left a deep wound on his shoulder. The wound was so deep that his bones could be seen.
"Hey! You're amazing, old man! "
Not to be outdone, the young man swung his long sword and slashed at Ducard who was swinging his sword at a high speed. However, the silent old warrior dodged the attack. Ducard's body tilted to the side and almost fell off the rails. But in the next moment, he returned to his original position.
The curved blade whistled through the air. Saber brandished his long saber in an attempt to block the second attack. However, his blade suddenly lowered and perfectly dodged all the defenses, drawing a large circle in the air.
Saber wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of the sword.
Poof!
The second wound appeared on his chest. At the moment of the stab, the silent Ducard flicked his wrist and the blade straightened, almost piercing through his body. His swordsmanship had a special technique, like visual deception, which could cause damage in unexpected places every time.
In less than three seconds, Saber was completely at a disadvantage in the duel of swordsmanship. Ducard did not hesitate to withdraw his long sword. When Saber's body stiffened, Ducard kicked him in the waist and kicked him off the rails. The blade in his hand whistled, and he turned to attack Bruce who was staggering towards him.
The L-shaped blades on Batman's arms popped out of the gauntlet. He used melee combat to counter Ducard's sword. After entering the battle, neither he nor Ducard had much to say. However, every collision that sent sparks flying in all directions represented the struggle in the hearts of the master and apprentice. Every move was fatal, ferocious, and merciless.
Ducard who had lost his right arm was not easy to deal with. When one's combat experience reached a certain level, no matter what kind of disadvantage he was facing, the warrior could find the most suitable way to deal with it. For example, now, when dealing with Bruce who was stronger in his punches and kicks, Ducard no longer used his unpredictable swordsmanship. Instead, he used the staff sword in his hand like a sword.
Short-range thrusts and sweeps were as fast as lightning. With only one hand, Ducard suppressed Batman and forced him to retreat. Less than ten meters behind their battlefield was the rail that was blown apart in the explosion. Bruce obviously felt the danger, but he couldn't break through the horizontal curtain of swords in front of him.
He was not Saber. He couldn't use his body to resist the fatal swordsmanship. If he was penetrated once, he might die. He was having a hard time fighting. He was already in a bad condition. Ducard's eyes were shining with a murderous intent. He didn't want to kill him with his own hands, but his opponent could use any means to kill him.
This was not a fair battle in the first place. He needed an opportunity.
Saber gritted his teeth and grabbed the rail with his right hand. Below him was the cold sea 50 meters above the ground. Once he fell, although it would not be fatal, this battle would have nothing to do with him anymore. He waved the straight sword in his hand and sheathed it back into the scabbard on his back. He pulled out a pistol from the holster under his arm and aimed it at the two men who were fighting fiercely above him.
"Kill him! Bruce! "
Bang!
The scorching bullet passed through the dense steel structure of the rail and spun towards Ducard's figure in the cold wind of the night. This shot completely disrupted Ducard's rhythm. The moment he sensed danger approaching, the blurry shadow dodging appeared again. Ducard's figure became blurry in front of Bruce's eyes.
This special and powerful technique allowed him to dodge bullets and all attacks in an instant, but it happened so suddenly that his attack also stopped.
A sharp light flashed in Batman's eyes. At this moment, his legs, which were twitching from the pain, moved forward forcefully. His whole body soared into the air and pounced on Ducard, who was still standing in place. The moment his figure stopped dodging, Batman's fists slammed into Ducard's chest. The power that finally erupted under his anger and perseverance sent the mentor's body flying backward and rolling awkwardly on the railroad tracks.
Poof!
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Obviously, the punch had injured his lung. Facing Batman who was rushing towards him again, he used his left arm to support his body and dodged Bruce's fists and legs. He quickly retreated. His disciple, Bruce Wayne, who had just been suppressed, entered a frenzied state of attack. The two of them were entangled in the battle, and Saber could not even aim properly. He cursed and quickly climbed up the rail.
Ducard only had one arm left. He had a hard time dodging. After his arm was cut by the L-shaped blade on Bruce's gauntlet again, he clenched his teeth and straightened his body. His figure became blurry again. This time, it was not to defend, but to attack.
"You still have a lot to learn!"
Poof!
Ducard's figure disappeared from where he was standing. When he reappeared, he had already collided with Bruce's body. The curved blade in his hand had pierced through Bruce's body. The old warrior's face was full of scars, and there was a victorious smile on his face. He whispered into Bruce's ear.
"What we've done is righteous. Like I've told you … if someone is to obstruct the realization of righteousness, we should ruthlessly stab them in the back."
"Like I said before, you lost! My disciple, back and forth, you only learned what I taught you. You didn't even learn anything new! "
Bruce's body trembled from the pain of being pierced by the sharp blade. Hearing Ducard's cold voice, he struggled to hold the staff sword that pierced his abdomen with both hands. In his eyes, there was pain, weakness, and resentment. But there was no fear, no retreat.
"You're the one who lost, Ducard!"
Kachak!
The L-shaped blades on both of his arms caught the twisted staff sword. At the moment when Ducard wanted to withdraw the sharp blade, the sturdy blade broke from the end under the crisscrossing slash of the sharp blades. Batman's body staggered backward. Ducard looked at the small half of the blade in his hand and was stunned for a moment.
"I've learned a new trick!"
Bruce held his abdomen. At the moment when he fell off the tracks, the corner of his mouth flashed a final smile.
"I'll leave it to you … Saber."
Poof!
The last scene that came into Bruce's eyes was Saber who climbed up the tracks with a straight black blade in his hand and pierced Ducard's body from the back at lightning speed.
He adhered to the bottom line in his heart. He would not allow himself to become a murderer, he would not allow himself to become like those villains who used their own power as they pleased. However, that did not mean that he did not have his own anger and hatred. Ducard had already become his enemy when he wanted to destroy Gotham.
And now, he knew the truth of his parents' death. How could he forgive, how could he forgive?
Poof!
The straight black blade pierced through Ducard's back. The blade that was stained with blood came out of Ducard's chest. Saber used all his strength in this stab. He was afraid that he would not be able to kill the guy in front of him who had gone beyond common sense.
Cough cough.
The hilt of the staff sword in Ducard's left hand fell to the sea below. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, only a low cough came out. Perhaps he had never thought that he would die in this way in the hands of a nobody.
"You … you killed Thalia …"
Ducard's back was facing Saber. His body seemed to have lost all strength at this moment. He swayed his body. After confirming that there was no danger, Saber stepped forward and withdrew the blade that pierced through his lung. Ducard's body was half-kneeling on the tracks. The cold wind in the night blew his white hair, making him look like an old man past his prime.
"Cough cough, you won't be able to kill her. My daughter … she will carry my will with her. She will inherit my will. Gotham will be destroyed in the end. Everything that you have done … is merely extending this hopeless future."
Ducard fell to the ground. He saw Saber, the dark red figure. He was still holding the straight black blade in one hand. He took off his helmet with the other hand. He half-knelt in front of Ducard, like a dying man.
There was no teasing in those unreal eyes. There was no annoying voice. There was only calmness. It was a farewell.
"That means of resurrection …"
Saber asked in a low voice. He seemed to be asking Ducard, but also seemed to be mumbling to himself. "This world, what … is going on?"
Cough cough.
Blood flowed out from the corner of Ducard's mouth again. However, from Saber's question, he seemed to feel a sense of confusion towards the future and fear towards the truth of the world. The old man forced a smile on his face.
"That's … that's the Fountain of Resurrection, the Shadow Dancer … the biggest secret, the truth of this world. It's a mess … You, Saber Hawk, do you have justice in your heart?"
"No!"
Saber looked at the dying old man. He shook his head and answered honestly, "I just want to live. I want to keep living."
"Hmm …"
Ducard did not seem surprised by the answer. He closed his eyes and exhaled his last breath.
"That's … that's your justice. Then keep living … This future is simply … a mess."
Three minutes later, Seber reached behind him and placed a grenade in Ducard's hand. He looked at the old man whose expression was so peaceful that it made one's hair stand on end. He removed the pin, stood up, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Goodbye."
The cold wind blew his black hair. He opened his arms and jumped down from the rail. Three seconds later, another ball of flame appeared on the rail. It was like a real firework, completely illuminating the silent night sky after the battle.
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