Martin Variety in American Comics

"What the hell flew over?"

A shadow flashed, and Martin, who was riding on horseback, was startled and almost fell off.

The shadow crashed into a tree with a bang, and he saw clearly that it was Batman who was knocked out.

Dick looked at the footprints on Batman's chest armor and jumped up directly: "Who can knock you out with one move?"

Although Bruce insisted on not using the power of the Shadow Kingdom, he was still one of the top martial artists in the world, and ordinary gangsters could not force him to this extent.

Martin's eyes were fixed on the figure walking out of the forest.

The night was dark, and he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he felt familiar, as if he had seen the other person somewhere before.

Until the other person completely walked out of the shadow, Martin saw the familiar black and red windbreaker and capable short hair, and then he confirmed the other person's identity.

"Mrs. Shiva!"

No wonder Batman was beaten back in an instant. If it was just about pure skills, Mrs. Shiva would definitely have an absolute advantage.

Martin was not panicking. He stood at the front, looking at the vigorous female martial artist, and asked in a deep voice: "When? A martial artist like Mrs. Shiva will also be interested in a rich man like Bruce Wayne."

The memory of Martin in Mrs. Shiva's mind was still sleeping. She did not recognize the strange child sitting on the iron warhorse in front of her.

Even so, she did not ignore the boy in front of her. She made a tactical move with her hand, and the soldiers hidden in the forest quickly surrounded the three people.

Then, Mrs. Shiva replied: "I know Bruce Wayne's identity very well. I don't care if he is a rich man or a madman who is obsessed with justice. In my eyes, he is just an opponent worth fighting."

Martin nodded in agreement. This is what Mrs. Shiva would say.

"This is a simple competition. Is it worth making such a big fuss? I wish I could pull the howitzer over and blow up Wayne Manor to the ground?"

The other party's evasive attitude further confirmed Martin's guess.

Mrs. Shiva was just a character who obeyed orders, and the real mastermind behind the scenes was someone else.

"You are a smart child!"

Mrs. Shiva nodded, with an unhappy look on her face, as if this matter was very difficult for her.

At this moment, Batman and Nightwing also came to Martin. They ignored the soldiers in the forest and were only wary of Mrs. Shiva.

Mrs. Shiva's eyes swept over the three people in front of her, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and said impatiently: "Since the matter can no longer be concealed, I might as well tell it directly!"

"I was hired by Lars to bring his grandson Damian back."

Strictly speaking, Mrs. Shiva did not belong to the Assassin's League, but she knew everything about it.

Talia borrowed sperm from Batman to give birth to a child, which was actually not a big deal. There is no need to count back. Even now, in those places where the glory of "civilized society" cannot shine, the disgusting things done to maintain the population production of a group are unimaginable for people living in the city.

Batman actually refused: "But even if it is a person who has nothing to do with me, I will never watch him fall into the abyss of the cult. What's more, this child has my blood, so I should be responsible for him."

"Well said!"

Martin stretched out his right hand and wanted to high-five Batman.

Although this sounded like a business matter, it was indeed Batman's way of caring for others.

Of course, Batman, who was full of coldness, would not do such a person-destroying action as high-five others.

"That can't be helped. Although I don't like that old guy Lars, who made me owe him a favor."

"Use your fist to decide who this child belongs to!"

Mrs. Shiva lowered her hands, and from a silent tree, she instantly turned into a ferocious cheetah, kicked her legs, and rushed directly towards Martin and the other three.

Bang!

Martin raised his hand, and the shadow of the giant bear flashed by him, and the power of the earth and mountains poured into his body, supporting his thin body to collide with Mrs. Shiva's fist.

The two retreated and landed steadily on the ground, staring at each other, feeling unusual pressure.

Mrs. Shiva was shocked by the boy in front of her, who had such a terrifying power hidden in his body.

Martin felt the power lent to him by the Bear God Ancestor Spirit, and estimated how long his body could last under the impact of this power.

"Batman, Nightwing! You two go deal with those soldiers, let me meet this female martial artist!"

He still remembered the decisive battle that the two had never fought before, and was ready to end it again.

Batman and Nightwing certainly didn't worry about Martin's safety. They dodged the bullets and rushed to the middle of the trees, fighting the people sent by the Assassin's League with guerrilla tactics.

"Little ghost, I hope you won't let me down."

Mrs. Shiva stretched out her tongue to lick her dry lips, and her black eyes flashed with hunger.

She was like a hungry ghost who had been hungry for months, and suddenly saw a table of delicious food, and the only thought in her head was "jump on it and eat it up."

This is what she thought, and this is what she did.

She tensed her leg muscles, exerted her strength, and leaped high into the air like a spring, raised her thighs, and chopped at Martin's head like a giant axe.

For ordinary people, such a move is no different from suicide.

The flaw is too big, and it is easy for others to seize the opportunity and counterattack.

But Mrs. Shiva's physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people, and her attack speed is beyond ordinary people's imagination, so the move with a huge flaw becomes a move that can fully exert her strength and speed advantages.

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

Martin did not dodge at all, his legs stood on the ground, his arms raised like a standing brown bear, and his hands clasped together, clamping Mrs. Shiva's thigh.

Then, he turned his body and smashed Mrs. Shiva in his hand against a big tree.

As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten skills.

Martin would not compete with Mrs. Shiva, a great martial artist, in skills. That would be to use his own weaknesses to fight against the enemy's strengths.

Bang!

Mrs. Shiva twisted her body flexibly and kicked Martin's head with her left leg, feeling like kicking a steel plate.

Martin didn't move at all, but Mrs. Shiva took this opportunity to free her leg from Martin's grasp.

She somersaulted in the air, pulled away from Martin, and wanted to fight back before landing.

But Martin, who took the initiative, was faster.

With the power of the bear god ancestor spirit, he smashed the earth and mountains without saying a word, pouring out all the power, shaking the ground and falling down trees one by one.

Mrs. Shiva couldn't find a place to stay in the shaking, so she could only dodge and move, looking for flaws in Martin.

Finally, Martin stopped, and the forest around the manor was in a mess.

He was now a mortal, not an illusory life like the ancestor spirit. He was washed by the power of the mountains and the earth, and his whole body was sore, itchy and swollen.

"It seems that the power you gained by cheating has finally reached its limit."

Mrs. Shiva landed in a ruin, watching Martin stop moving, mocking the cheater in her eyes.

As a traditionalist, Mrs. Shiva believes more in the physical strength gained through careful training, or the kind of people who become strong through technology or transformation.

Martin showed a sunny smile, did not mention the matter, but asked curiously: "How much do you owe Lars? Why does the steward think you are on the way to repay him?"

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Shiva showed a puzzled expression. She looked at Martin's face, and a strange sense of familiarity broke into her heart.

"Literally!"

Martin answered naturally: "The last time we met, you seemed to be repaying others' favors. Why haven't you finished yet?"

With this reminder, those dusty memories suddenly came out.

"It turned out to be you!"

Mrs. Shiva suddenly realized, so she attacked Martin directly.

Martin widened his eyes and jumped: "Hey, hey, hey, we are friends anyway, why are you still fighting?"

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