Martin Variety in American Comics

The power of the horse bear!

Roar!

Martin stood still, and the shadow of a brown bear appeared behind him, making a deafening roar.

The bear god worshipped by the Native Americans in the early development of civilization held the power of the earth, mountains, caves and hibernation.

Although Martin only called for the power of the ancestors, the shadow of the brown bear communicated the power of the entire earth as soon as it appeared, causing Wayne Manor and the surrounding forests to shake.

"Martin, who are you calling me to fight this time?"

The giant bear instantly turned into a hunter wearing bear skin, holding a stone spear, with a beard and a war-crazy look.

"Brother, I just borrowed some power, why did you run out along the pole?"

Martin was shocked. He never thought that this old guy would jump out along the mark.

"I smell the smell of darkness, and the spear in my hand is thirsty."

There is only one person in Gotham who can be called the power of darkness by an ancestor.

Barbatos was expelled by Martin, but he was not dead.

Although the Bat Tribe was also finished, for a super-universe existence like Barbatos, there were as many organizations as he wanted.

Anyway, the Bat Tribe was not a particularly religious group. Their only goal was to gain more power.

"You sensed that guy, and I drove him away a long time ago."

Martin was not very willing to mention the reptile that was entrenched in the dark multiverse. Without a special opportunity, that guy would never come to this world in person.

"But you, can you tell me before you jump out next time? I'm not stopping you old guys from coming out to relax, why are you in a hurry?"

"Accident, accident!"

If this happened thousands of years ago, the irritable Bear God Ancestor Spirit would definitely fight Martin without saying a word.

But now, he didn't say a word.

It is already a very rare thing for old guys like them who have been forgotten by history to have the opportunity to be active in the new era.

If they ask for more, Martin will be forced to run away directly.

They will be dumbfounded.

"Next time I come up with something, I will definitely ask for your opinion first."

If other magic users see this, they will definitely be dumbfounded.

Although the magic in this world is considered a kind of debt, it can be traced back to the source of magic.

But even if it is a debt, many people who pursue mystery cannot find the opportunity to repay this expensive magic debt.

Commonly known as, no one will accept you even if you are a dog.

But now the ancestors of the Native Americans are rushing to ask Martin to use their power, and they don't charge anything, and even want to give benefits to Martin, the user, in return.

Seeing this scene, a certain tuberculosis-smoking smoker is about to cry with envy.

He said why when he uses magic, all the people he summons are devils who want to skin him alive.

"Hey, do you two still have me in your eyes?"

Damian on the side felt that he was despised, and hit the wall hard with a steel knife, making a harsh sound.

Martin and the bear god ancestor only glanced at the child, then turned their heads back and continued to discuss the rules for these ancestors to come out for air.

"You two bastards are so arrogant. Do you know who I am? How dare you ignore me like this?"

Damian was so angry that his face swelled up. He felt that the seven-year-old boy in front of him was more annoying than his cold father.

Martin made three rules with the ancestors so that these guys would not jump out casually again, and then casually said to Damian: "Excuse me, who are you?"

The bear god ancestor shook his head. Ordinary mortals are certainly not worthy of his acquaintance.

Martin also spread his hands and shook his head, "Don't take yourself too seriously. You are a bear child that no one likes."

"If you were not Bruce's son, not the grandson of that old guy Lars al Ghul, who would tolerate this arrogant character and accommodate your various rude behaviors."

Even if Martin is only seven years old now, it is easy for him to control Damian, the arrogant little boy.

There is nothing commendable about his martial arts. Let alone compared with Bruce, even compared with Dick, he is not an opponent at all.

The only advantage is that he is willing to kill.

But anyone can do these things that break the bottom line, there is nothing to brag about.

Damian's face turned livid in an instant, and his two rows of teeth clenched together, as if he was biting Martin's flesh.

A little boy like him, when he is the second in the world, he thinks he is the best in the world.

Especially Damian was raised by an old man like Lars. He felt that he should make a big career since he was a child and was destined to be different from others.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

But Martin directly pierced his fantasy, making Damian realize that without the influence of his father and grandfather's halo, he would be just an ordinary boy.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you have the ability, you can remove all these messy things, and we will fight with real swords and guns. Let you, a weak guy, know who is the boss."

Damian is a little better than the ordinary rich second generation, that is, he is unwilling to give up, and he will challenge Martin as soon as he arrives.

Martin just chuckled at this, and with his venomous tongue fully unleashed, he sarcastically said, "It seems that you are not only lacking in heart, but also in brains. I obtained these things with my own strength, why should I throw them away?"

"You should understand. If you were not Bruce's son, I would not even look at you, a self-righteous rich second-generation brat like you. You deserve to die."

"Okay!"

Martin looked at the clock at the corner. It was still early, but he still had to meet Dick and Barbara. He instantly lost interest in training this brat.

"You are not a fool. You should be able to distinguish between good words and bad words. If you want to stay, you have to pretend to be satisfied with Bruce. If you don't want to, just say it directly. There is no need to use meaningless tricks.

Tricks have no meaning except to make people think you are childish."

After saying that, Martin turned around and went downstairs to play with his friends.

But Damian's fig leaf was torn off completely. He shouted with anger: "I will kill you, bastard! Use your blood to prove myself."

Damian really had no self-control, let alone self-awareness. His first reaction was anger, and under anger was fear.

He was not afraid of Martin's analysis and judgment, but of his true self. He didn't want to become a clown who had been stripped of all his halos.

Damian did what he said, his eyes turned red, and he started to move, stabbing Martin with a knife.

Bang!

The Bear God Ancestral Spirit was ready to follow Martin to see the new world.

When Damian approached, he subconsciously swung a stick and hit the boy directly. He flew out like a baseball, broke the window, and fell headfirst into the bushes.

"Don't kill him, he is my friend's son after all!"

Martin looked at Damian who flew out and said with concern.

The Bear God Ancestral Spirit patted his chest and assured that his technology had never been a problem.

Martin nodded and didn't think about Damian anymore.

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