Below the castle, the fierce battle continued.
Although Joey had the help of Bane's Blood and his fighting skills were not bad, he was still inferior to The Bruce.
Moreover, the Batsuit worn by the two had a direct difference in performance, which caused Joey to gradually lose the upper hand.
"What's the matter, kid?" The Bruce said as he attacked, "Are you running out of stamina?" He began to circle around Joey as if he was toying with his opponent. "Do you really think … that I'm able to secure my godhood only because of the equipment made by Clipper?"
Joey naturally did not think so. He knew very well that in the past few years, every time The Bruce fought with challengers, he relied on the real deal. Even if he did not wear the "combat armor," he was still very strong.
"Compared to my ancestors, I'm indeed far behind …" The Bruce continued, "Bruce Wayne was the most outstanding combat master of that era. He was proficient in 127 kinds of martial arts and almost all kinds of weapons. His fighting skills were unique … a combination of taekwondo, judo, Muay Thai, boxing, ninjutsu, jiu-jitsu, and other specialties. No one can imitate him." He paused for a moment. "The fighting skills I've mastered are far inferior to his in both quantity and quality. However … it's more than enough to deal with you. "
Before he finished his sentence, The Bruce launched another round of fierce attacks. His body was as fast as thunder and as powerful as a tiger. Not only was his punches and kicks strong, but the killing weapons on his armor were also no joke. No matter how far away Joey was from him, Joey could not afford to be careless because the Bruce had a variety of attack methods.
"I won't lose to you …" Joey gritted his teeth and persevered. At least in terms of willpower, he would not lose.
"Hehe …" The Bruce sneered. "Very good … very bold. I knew you would do great things. "
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As he spoke, The Bruce threw three punches in a row, each one landing on Joey's chest. Cracks had already appeared on the latter's batsuit.
"But those who do great things either succeed or fail …" The Bruce continued. He was fully qualified to teach Joey about this because he himself was a good example. "Do you think that cloak is something that just anyone can wear? Do you have the same awareness as me? " As he moved forward, he raised his voice. "If you do, you won't say something as stupid as' I don't want to be a god. '"
"I can't … I'm reaching my limit … My consciousness is getting blurry. If this goes on, I'll be in trouble …" Joey had no energy left to respond verbally. His body was enduring an unprecedented pain, and all he could do was concentrate with all his might to prevent himself from fainting.
"Joey Collins." The Bruce's attack finally came to an end. He successfully knocked Joey to the ground and prepared to deliver the final blow. "You made the same mistake as my ancestors. Your idealism can only be regarded as painkillers, but my philosophy … is surgery." He raised an arm, and the laser beam on his wrist was aimed at Joey. "What this city needs is a god, not some Dark Knight. If you don't want to be a god … then die! "
Whoosh —
The next second, a beam of light shot out and hit the target.
But … the person who was hit was not Joey, and the person who fired the beam was not The Bruce.
"Tsk … Are there more uninvited guests?" The Bruce covered the spot behind his shoulder where he was shot with his hand and turned to look back.
In the night sky, Maya was wearing a traditional Robin costume and swooping down on a hang glider. The laser gun on her right arm was still emitting a faint light.
It turned out that at the critical moment just now, Maya launched an attack from the sky and shot Bruce. With this gap in the shot, Joey was able to catch his breath a little. He immediately rolled over and got up from the ground, creating a distance between him and his opponent.
The Blood of Bain had greatly enhanced Joey's metabolic function. This ability was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and it was his only advantage at the moment.
"Hmph … Since your helper made the first move …" The Bruce saw that the situation had changed and immediately came up with a countermeasure. "Then I won't hold back …" He turned on the communicator next to his mouth and immediately ordered, "Come out, Robins! Fight for your god! "
Following his order, a large number of hovercrafts poured out from the surroundings of the bat castle and came to the sky above the square.
"The farce should be over," The Bruce said. "I've had a good time with you, Joey." He smiled ferociously. "But … now I want to hunt a few more challenging prey. Let my troops …"
"Are you talking about me?" Suddenly, Feng Bujue's voice came from above and interrupted Bruce's words.
The latter looked up and his expression changed abruptly …
At this moment, a figure appeared on the high platform of the bat castle.
He was wearing a Batman suit, a Batman cape, and a Batman mask. However, the lower half of his face that was exposed revealed a grin that showed his teeth.
"Are you kidding me?" The Bruce said in a low voice. "Why are you there?!"
"Well … I just used 'some means' to sneak into your castle again and kill everyone who dared to stop me along the way. Then I came here," Feng Bujue replied in a joking tone.
"What do you think you're doing? A clown dressed as Batman … "The Bruce glared at Brother Jue." That's an insult … "
"A Batman who kills people is an insult." Feng Bujue replied confidently. "A Batman who pursues domination is an insult …" As he spoke, he shook off his cape and suddenly fell from the air. "A Batman in his nineties who is afraid of losing power and turns himself into a Frankenstein monster is an utter insult."
At this point, he happened to land on the ground.
Brother Jue smiled and continued, "The Bruce, you're a hero of your generation, but like many heroes, you're no longer able to protect your integrity …" As he spoke, a golden light lit up between his fingers. "The rules of the game need to be changed. I'll change them!"
"Fire! Kill him! "The Bruce roared and ordered the airships in the sky to attack.
However … what happened next exceeded his expectations once again.
Boom boom boom —
Two seconds later, the hovering airships began to shoot at each other … Hundreds of cannons intertwined and exploded in the air. Soon, the airships that were shot down rushed to the ground with smoke billowing out. They smashed into the crowd and exploded into flames.
"Oh! God! "" Run! "The crowd began to panic and screams could be heard everywhere.
"Hehehe … Look, whenever you encounter a situation that touches your bottom line, your attitude changes." Feng Bujue approached The Bruce step by step. "When you jumped into the crowd, you were domineering. When you fought with Joey, you were domineering as well, but … at the end of the day, your presence as the king of Gotham still comes from your confidence in your own ability and your confidence in victory."
Brother Jue grinned wickedly and stood two meters away from the man. "If you have the balls, repeat what you said earlier."
"What's wrong with you guys? Why are you firing at each other? " The Bruce slowly retreated. He shouted into the communicator, "Answer me! Anyone! "
"Sir, our airships aren't under control … Ah!" There was finally a reply on the communicator, but it was over before the person could finish.
"What's wrong? Can't think because of fear? " Feng Bujue laughed. "Can't you figure out something so simple? Since I have a way to take over all the big screens in this city, naturally, I have a way to control those hovercrafts. Don't forget … the hardware and operating system for these things came from the same person. "
"Clipper!" The Bruce roared into the sky. "You traitor! I will kill you! "
"Heh … You should worry about yourself first." Feng Bujue laughed coldly and made his move.
Chi Ying — Chi Ying —
Two beams of golden light caused two crisp sounds.
Brother Jue held Death Poker and launched two close-range attacks. The Bruce used the fins on his forearm to block the attacks and exchanged two blows.
"Humph … You're only so-so …" After blocking the attacks, The Bruce was overjoyed. After this short exchange, he realized that Brother Jue's strength was not as exaggerated as he thought. Although the glowing weapon in his hand could not be analyzed, its power did not leave any mark on the bat armor.
"Don't misunderstand," Feng Bujue said. "I went easy on you mainly because I wanted to test your strength." He dispersed the cards in his hand and scratched his head. "This will make it easier for the next step of the plan …"
Hearing this, The Bruce's heart was filled with surprise and he became alert again.
However, Brother Jue did not attack again. Instead, he took out something from his pocket and said, "This device was temporarily modified by Professor Clipper using the existing equipment in the bat cave. The effect is very interesting." He held a device that looked like a walkie-talkie. "It can release a special electronic signal that will interfere with a certain system."
Before he finished, The Bruce understood what the 'system' was. However, he could not do anything about what was about to happen. He could only grit his teeth and stand where he was, maintaining his silence.
"Based on my test …" Feng Bujue held the interference device in one hand and used his other hand to raise his index finger to his lips. Like he was trying to act cute, he said, "Reduce the damage of your combat armor by forty percent, and that should be about it …" He was a man of action. He pressed on the device a few times, and the operation was done.
At the same time, an error message appeared on the lens in front of The Bruce's right eye. His armor's tactical analysis system and weapon remote control system collapsed instantly.
"Alright, now …" When Feng Bujue said the first half of the sentence, he was still several meters away from the boss, but when he finished the second half, he had already appeared behind The Bruce. "Get up there!"
He suddenly grabbed the boss's cape and yanked hard, tossing the boss into the air.
The Bruce was confused by the man's impossibly fast speed. It looked like … his earlier estimation of this' clown 'was completely wrong. The limit of the man's ability was not something that he could measure.
When The Bruce recovered and wanted to stabilize himself, he was already falling toward the castle's high platform. Therefore, he decided to land there.
At the same time, Feng Bujue followed closely behind and jumped up the platform with Joey.
"Now, you no longer have the remote-controlled bat darts, the heat sensor system, and the laser weapon … and the power armor's damage has been reduced by forty percent." Feng Bujue said, "The technological gap brought by the new era has been smoothed out. Your strength and speed are basically the same as Joey's now." He smiled. "If you want games, I'll give them to you. If you want fairness, I'll give them to you. If you want audience …" He waved his arm, and the big screens in the city turned on again. "… I'll give them to you as well."
Feng Bujue laughed maniacally, and his laughter echoed throughout the city.
"Citizens of Gotham! I've brought you a real, real show. " After a few laughs, he said, "Let us see … who is stronger when wearing the most basic Bat equipment that is not for killing."
At this point, Brother Jue suddenly stopped and tossed a strange look at Joey. After the latter's eyes met his, he seemed to have understood something, but he did not say anything.
"The birth of Batman … will be witnessed by you …" After Feng Bujue said that, he flicked his cape and sauntered into the Bat Castle.
When he brushed past The Bruce, the latter was so nervous that he did not even dare move, much less attack.
After Brother Jue left, Joey took a few steps forward and said to Bruce, "I believe we still have a second round."
At this moment, behind Joey was a smoke-filled street and a smoke-filled sky.
In this battlefield, Joey Collins' figure seemed to have become taller than usual. His eyes, which were hidden under the bat mask, also revealed an unprecedented look of determination.
The black cape fluttered in the wind, and in that moment, people seemed to see another person, a tall figure that had passed away hundreds of years ago. His real name was not important because he was Batman.
"Ha … ha ha … ha ha …" The Bruce suddenly laughed. It was a sad laugh, but it was also a laugh of relief.
In this darkest moment before dawn, there was not a single bat symbol left in the sky. However, those bizarre light pillars still shrouded the city.
The whole of Gotham fell into silence. Everyone … was paying attention to the duel.
"Fine … fine …" The Bruce shook his head and smiled. "You want to be Batman, don't you?" He looked at Joey. "Fine … Then come and defeat me, surpass me …" Then, he removed the lens and the communicator on the right side of his face and tossed them to the side.
At that moment, this king who had ruled Gotham for more than thirty years finally abandoned the hypocrisy and fear in his heart and faced everything before him openly.
"I want to warn you … the path you've chosen is … more difficult than becoming a god," The Bruce said. "I didn't manage to persist on that path, so I became who I am today …" As he spoke, he removed his cape and tossed it to the ground. "I have to admit, I didn't inherit Bruce Wayne's will." He paused. "But I did destroy evil and chaos and protect the peace of Gotham."
"You used dictatorship to bring peace," Joey said.
"Yes, I have no regrets about that. In fact, I am proud of it," Bruce replied. "Because I have personally witnessed … the chaos that freedom brings."
"You should stand on the boundary between order and chaos, protecting the weak and not protecting them through control," Joey said.
"Heh …" Bruce said with a wry smile. "For you to say something like that to me, it's really ironic …" He stretched his neck, clenched his fists, and got into a fighting stance. "Ideologically speaking, you're the heir that Bruce Wayne wants … But whether you're capable enough, let me, the last descendant of the Wayne family … try it out myself."
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