The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 17 Fighting
Batman didn't answer. His pupils hidden under the black mask looked directly at Li Ang, observing the slightest muscle twitches on the other's face, "I compared the audio frequency bands, and it was you who was at the port of Gotham that day."

"So what?" Li Ang spread his palms and said, "Why, are you going to arrest me? On what charge? Meddle in your own business, save Gotham National Bank's banknotes, hostages, and special police? Or fight criminals and destroy their evil? A plan? I'm just doing the same thing as you."

Batman lowered his voice and said, "No, we're not the same."

"Oh? Are you referring to never killing criminals?" Li Ang said with a sneer: "Just break a few bones of them, throw them into prison for a few years, and then do harm to the world after they come out? You have your share of innocent blood, Mr Vigilante."

"Killing doesn't solve problems."

"But at least the person who caused the problem can be solved." Li Ang said indifferently: "I have browsed Gotham's underground social network, and I know that the labels attached to you by those common people include knight in the dark, messenger of justice, and just judge And a savior for criminals."

Li Ang took a sip of the warm water in the glass, "Why don't you kill those criminals? You hope that they will find their way back, the prodigal son will turn around, put down the butcher knife in his hand, realize his mistakes, and calm down and become a good person." Is it?"

He smiled contemptuously and said: "When a person makes up his mind to take the initiative to harm others, he has already lost the qualification to be forgiven. Can a rape victim who has spent his life in the shadows forgive the prisoner? Can orphans forgive DUI hit-and-runs? No, they want justice, and Gotham's depraved and corrupt justice system can't give them justice, and you, the one who chooses to believe in broken laws and refuses to kill criminals Batman, let alone give victims fairness and justice!"

His indifferent voice echoed in the ward, and Batman, who stood silently like a white marble statue, silently endured the other party's accusations.

Li Ang is very familiar with this kind of person. He is firm-willed, intelligent and wise, indestructible like a rock, and will not be disturbed by cumbersome external objects. A light is on, and everything is silent. Even in the deepest night, it blooms like a candlelight. ——In other words, Dao Xin is firm.

Li Ang let out a long sigh, pulled off the medical equipment wrapped around his body, and stood on the ground barefoot, the plaster tightly wrapped around his left arm made crisp and shattering sounds.

"The way is different, don't conspire with each other." Li Ang peeled off the plaster, pulled out the hard splint from inside and threw it on the ground, and said indifferently to Batman: "It's useless to talk, you and I have done a game, if you win, I will meet you as you like. If I win, then I will go to each side of the road, and you will continue to be your vigilante policeman, and let me live a peaceful life as a petty citizen."

The two confronted each other at both ends of the ward, and neither of them moved, until the eloquent talk show host on the TV said some funny joke, and the false and loud canned laughter echoed in the ward.

Li Ang moved. Wearing a loose blue and white hospital gown, he stepped on the wall tiles, propped up his hands on the bed, twisted his waist and sent his hips, so that his right leg hit Batman like a long whip.

Batman stepped forward with his left foot, his arms quickly and quickly blocked the whip leg, and the clamp usually clamped the calf bone that Li Ang sent to his waist.

Li Ang didn't struggle, and then fell to the ground at the end of the forward charge. The moment he touched the ground, he flicked his hands to the ground, and his left leg swung towards the opponent's Tianling Gai from bottom to top like a giant axe.

He has practiced the first level of "Human Immortal Refining Apertures", he can compete with professional athletes based on his physical fitness alone, and his unique breathing exercise can make his energy last longer, like a spring Full of resilience.

Batman stretched out his arm and grabbed the ankle of the opponent's left leg. He was about to lift him flat and fall to the ground, but he saw Li Ang showing a meaningful smile under the light.

Li Ang twisted his waist, and the terrifying force gushing out of his acupoints made his legs feel like a car engine. Huge torque was added to his legs, strangled Batman's waist, and made him fall to the ground when he turned around.

Batman's Kevlar armor can be said to be indestructible, and ordinary small-caliber pistol bullets can't even break through the defense. Naturally, Li Ang will not be so stupid as to try to penetrate the opponent's armor with his bare hands, but will continue to beat Batman with his middle finger knuckles At the neck, there is a gap between the helmet and the shoulders.

Bang bang bang, a series of heavy punches hit Batman's body like a drilling machine. In the bleak night wind, a layer of scorching steam like a veil was floating on Li Ang's hospital gown—this was a sign that the vortex of the orifice was running crazily. .

Li Ang didn't intend to give Batman a chance to breathe. He hit him with elbows, knees, and shoulders.

However, Batman is like eternal ice, standing still like a thousand cliffs. He raised his knees with his feet, punched his elbows, and swayed away all offensives. He didn't take a step forward until Li Ang's front strength was exhausted and his back strength was not born. The punch swept through the wind like a spear, and hit Li Ang's diaphragm hard.

With just one blow, Li Ang felt his waist go numb, blood welled up, his throat was sweet, and turbid blood flowed to the tip of his tongue.

He swallowed the turbid blood with a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, and the dense aura erupting from his acupoints replenished his strength, and he exchanged punches with Batman, and wounds with injuries.

The two came and went, the dull sound of percussion was submerged in the cheerful music of the TV talk show, and only the slightly fluttering curtains were left to witness all this.

Squeak, the door of the ward opened.

The young doctor, who was still looking down at the medical records, pushed the door open and turned on the light, but was shocked to see Li Ang sitting on the edge of the bed with bare feet, panting and watching the TV.

"Oh, doctor, good evening."

Li Ang wiped the sweat off his forehead with a smile, his left arm was still shaking from the fight just now.

"God, why did you get out of bed?" the doctor yelled angrily, "and removed the plaster, what are you doing?"

"Uh, I just made a bet with someone on social networks, betting $100 to see if I can take this thing apart." Li Ang scratched his head and replied, "But it just hurts a little now."

The doctor let out a long breath and sighed, "I really can't understand you teenagers, you can do such stupid things for 100 dollars, and now you have to pay more bills for it-you stand here and don't move. I'll put the plaster back on you later."

Tattling, his footsteps gradually receding, Li Ang casually picked up the glass and drank the warm water in it, which slightly eliminated the bloody smell in his mouth, and said indifferently to Batman standing behind the door: "How is it? Do you still want to fight?"

The solid Kevlar armor on Batman's body has been pitted by Li Ang, he looked at Li Ang without any emotion, and said in a low voice: "I will watch you, and when you break the law next time, I will arrest you Bring to justice."

"As you please." Li Ang twisted his neck, watched the other party jump out of the window, spread his cloak and gradually disappeared into the night sky like a bat.

(End of this chapter)