Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

In the dark hall, the battle between the two had been going on for several minutes. The surrounding wooden tables were erratically messed up by the impact, and the old man's cherished counter was covered with nicks from long knives. But in the center of the hall, In the darkness, the two shadows were like fighting beasts, frantically trying to stab each other's throats with their last sharp teeth.

After playing the real fire, almost every move between the two people is close to each other's vital points.

"Are your fists that weak?"

Sable screamed and swung the long knife in his left hand, and slashed at Bruce's head from the air with the sound of howling wind. Batman took a step back, turned slightly sideways, let the long knife rub against his body and fell, and then crossed his hands , Clamp the blade in his right hand with the L-shaped sharp blade.

"Oh, so this is how to use this weird weapon!"

The young man tried his best to pull out the clamped long knife, but Bruce's fists staggered again, and the huge force pushed the L-shaped sharp blade past the weakest blade of the long knife.

"click"

The long knife in his right hand broke from the center, Saber froze for a moment, and the next moment, a rapidly enlarged fist appeared in front of his eyes.

"boom"

Sable was staggered back by the punch, he wanted to defend, but Bruce rushed up like a shadow, not giving him a chance to defend at all.

Batman's fighting skills are terrifyingly strong, at least from Cyber's eyes, he can tell that this concise way that has formed his own style contains the elements of jujitsu, grappling and some kind of systematic boxing Shadow, this person in front of him never uses any sharp weapon, that's why.

Even Cyber ​​has to admit that Batman itself is the sharpest weapon.

"Bang bang bang bang"

Continuous heavy punches hit his body from all directions. He raised his right hand to protect his head, but he was still backed away by the swift and fierce fists like a storm.

The thick cowhide-like thumping sound made by the fist hitting the battle armor, this special material can effectively reduce the strength of the blow, but it is not completely exempt. Lucius has already made it very clear that the maximum reduction in strength is three One-third, that is to say, the pain will still hurt.

"You can never really understand this world. You will always encounter things that you are afraid of. You will always encounter things that you cannot overcome. Your power cannot protect you forever! Don't! Abuse it! It!"

"boom"

A heavy punch from Bruce landed on Sable's chest, the dull feeling made him almost vomit, and the next round hit him on the head, his senses were dazzled, and he could only hear Bruce's thick voice constantly ringing out , like thousands of flies buzzing in his ears.

"Rage and madness give you great power, but they can also destroy you if you don't restrain yourself!"

"boom"

Sable had completely lost his autonomy in this fight. His visor was grabbed by Bruce who had the upper hand, and then he took it off and threw it aside with his hands. His long knife hit the ground, his face Punched hard, grabbed by the collar and pulled towards Batman's face,

"Look straight at me, Cyber, you're just an ordinary person under your armor, just like them, fragile ordinary people, don't let violence and blood destroy you, look straight at me, tell me, do you understand?"

Saibo's face was terrible, his left eye was blue, and there was blood in his nostrils, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked at the face under the bat mask, those eyes, those eyes shining with something A kind of stubborn and firm eyes, the slightly silent heat burst suddenly in his body, and his eyes widened at this moment.

His lowered hands grabbed Bruce's neck suddenly, his whole body was up, his head was raised high, and then he slammed into Batman's visor.

Head hammer!

"boom"

Bruce's brain was dizzy for a moment, he let go of Sable, but Sable didn't let go, blood flowed from his forehead from being hit by the hard visor, but he grinned grinningly, the blood splashed on his face Hengliu, he raised his head high with a smirk, and then slammed it down again.

"boom"

"boom"

After two heavy blows with the head hammer, he even heard a cracking sound from the bat mask. He grabbed Bruce Wayne's mask and took it off. With the last head hammer, the two Their foreheads slammed together hard.

"boom"

The two separated in two directions, staggering, each badly injured.

"cough cough"

Sebo picked up his long knife from the ground, leaning on his body, he casually grabbed a dirty bread on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth, he stared at Bruce, blood was also flowing from Bruce's forehead, that thin and On his handsome face, there was also blood splattered in embarrassment. This time it was probably the most serious injury he suffered after becoming Batman.

His hair was disheveled, and his mouth still smelled of blood. He looked at Saibo who was panting heavily in front of him, and his opponent's blood-stained face grinned ferociously at him,

"Bruce, tell me, is there a mortal under your bat helmet?"

"You can also bleed, you can also be hurt, you can also die ... so what makes you engage in such a high-risk activity?"

"Is justice really driving you? I wonder..."

Bruce was silent for a moment, he looked at Seber with a very serious look, completely devoid of the superficial fancy of Son of Gotham,

"Someone told me... as a mortal, as a flesh and blood is very fragile, very easy to be defeated, but as a symbol, to be a symbol, can transcend failure and become eternal, I There's no justice in being a symbol of that, of Gotham."

"Will the wicked submit to justice? No, they will not! The wicked, who do evil, like all poisonous animals and plants, do not consider themselves wicked, they do not consider themselves poisonous. I know that the wicked are It will never change, what they need is not justice, but fear!"

"When they sin, when they take up the weapons of evil, I will make them fear the sky, because I am there, and this fear will make them think twice before committing crimes and panic after sinning Not all day, I'm going to be this fear!"

The stubbornness and sacrifice in Bruce's eyes made Sebo feel a little trembling, and he said firmly,

"I want to be the fear of this city! I want to be the fear of all evil! They are afraid of me, and they will restrain their minions. As long as this symbol is still alive, no one will dare to cross the guardrail of evil!"

Saber coughed in a low voice, he laughed softly,

"Hehe, great dream...but does it make sense? You die, it's all over!"

"It doesn't make sense!"

Bruce took a deep breath and stood up straight. "It means everything!"

"Ah, you're a man of faith, Bruce...you believe in yourself, but you're a villain like me...can you really do what you say? When you were a villain, if Rachel was hurt by Klein, would you let him go?"

Saibo licked his lips, the smell of blood on it made all the cells in his body seem to come alive,

"Can Bruce Wayne restrain himself from completely destroying him? Tell me, can you do it? Tell me, are you Batman or Bruce Wayne?"

"It doesn't matter who I really am!"

Batman started to move, his speed was getting faster and faster, Seb also carried the long knife, and he also started to charge, like two knights about to deliver the final blow to the opponent, this dark hall is theirs battlefield.

"What I do matters!"

"boom"

Saber's left fist slammed into Batman's unshielded face, but the long knife in his hand was blasted into the air by Bruce's gauntlet, and the other fist grazed him with the gauntlet's blade. chest, and finally landed on his heart.

The bodies of the two people froze at this moment, and then they rolled out in two directions. The long knife fell from the sky, and finally inserted into the floor of the Old Gun Bar, making soft cries.

The two of them are like mortals who fell from the sky to the ground, lingering on the dirty ground, the last heat flow in Saibo's body was completely blown away by this punch, he lay on the ground with his hands spread out, a trace of strength Not anymore, his face was covered with blood, and he opened his eyes, looking at the darkness in front of him.

He was breathing heavily, and he lost.

He lost to the same opponent again, but this time, he didn't feel that sense of humiliation in his heart, probably because this time it was a completely fair confrontation, probably because the opponent was a respectable person.

Bruce struggled to get up from the ground, Sable's final punch made him feel like his teeth were loose, half of his face lost feeling, his whole body hurt, his breathing became short of breath, he Everything in front of him was twisted and shaken, and there were also blood and stains on his face.

After resuming his double identity as Bruce Wayne and Batman, he has never been so embarrassed.

He staggered forward and pulled out the long knife. He walked up to Saibo, looked down at him, and held a knife in his hand.

Saber rolled his eyes, glanced at him, and then closed his eyes as if appointed.

"Come, victors of faith, exercise your power."

"No"

Bruce threw away the knife in his hand, half kneeled on the ground, and stretched out his hand towards Seber,

"Never enter the world of sin, whatever your purpose, Seb, you will be lost in the end."

Saibo opened his eyes, looked at the outstretched left hand, he sighed,

"Oh, ahem... It's this kind of bitter drama again, don't try to impress me, Bruce, I'm not one of those fools who will be moved, I admit, you won, so as a loser, in this city of yours, I will follow your rules and only kill them if I think it is necessary..."

He stretched out his hand with difficulty and held Bruce's hand together.

"It's a loser's promise, but I won't always be a loser, Bruce... and you won't always be a winner."

"I don't care if I have another opponent, by the way, thank you for saving Rachel, I almost... lost her."

"You're welcome, she's my friend too, tsk tsk, look at this place, it's such a mess, Daddy will kill me... A billionaire wouldn't mind helping me make it pretty?"

"..."