The trajectory of the world king in the United States

In the dark hall, the battle between the two people had been going on for several minutes. The wooden tables around them were all messed up by the impact. The counter that Dad cherished was covered with scratches from long knives, but in the center of the hall, The two black figures were like fighting beasts in the darkness, frantically trying to pierce their last sharp teeth into each other's throats.

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

"Are your fists so weak?"

Seb screamed and swung the long knife in his left hand, slashing at Bruce's head from the air with a roaring sound. Batman took a step back, turned slightly sideways, and let the long knife fall against his body, then crossed his arms. , clamping the blade in his right hand with the L-shaped sharp blade.

"Oh, so this is how this weird weapon is used."

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

"click"

The long knife in his right hand broke from the center. Cyber ​​was stunned for a moment. The next moment, a rapidly enlarging fist appeared in front of him.

"boom"

Seb was staggered back by the punch. He wanted to defend, but Bruce, who was like a shadow, rushed forward and gave him no chance to defend.

Batman's fighting skills are frightening. At least with Cyber's eyes, he can tell that this concise method that has formed his own style includes jujitsu, fighting skills and some kind of systematic boxing skills. Shadow, the man in front of me never uses any sharp weapons, that's why.

Even Seb has to admit that Batman himself is the sharpest weapon.

"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 beaten back by the fists that were as fast as a storm.

The fist hit the armor with a thumping sound like thick cowhide. This special material can effectively reduce the strength of the blow, but it is not a complete immunity. Lucius has made it very clear that the strength can be reduced by up to three times. One out of ten, that is to say, it will still hurt when it should hurt.

"You can never truly understand this world. You will always encounter things you are afraid of. You will always encounter things you cannot defeat. Your power cannot always protect you from abusing it."

"boom"

Bruce punched Seb hard in the chest. The dull feeling made him almost vomit. The next punch hit his head. His senses were dazed. He could only hear Bruce's thick voice. , like millions of flies buzzing in his ears.

“Anger and madness give you great power, but they can also destroy you if you don’t exercise restraint.”

"boom"

Seb 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. His long knife hit the ground, and his face After being punched several times, he was grabbed by the collar and thrust into Batman's face;

"Look directly at me, Seb. Under your armor, you are just an ordinary person. Just like them, fragile ordinary people. Don't let violence and blood destroy you. Look directly at me and tell me, do you understand?"

Seb's face was in a mess, 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, which were shining with something. With such stubborn and determined eyes, the slightly silent heat suddenly exploded in his body, and his eyes widened at this moment.

His lowered hands suddenly grabbed Bruce's neck, raised his whole body upward, raised his head high, and then smashed Batman's visor hard.

Headbutt

"boom"

Bruce's brain suddenly became dizzy. He let go of Seb, but Seb didn't let go of him. His forehead was hit by the hard visor and blood flowed out, but he smiled ferociously, and the blood was on his face. Hengliu, he raised his head high with a grin, and then slammed it down again.

"boom"

"boom"

After two consecutive headbutts, he even heard a cracking sound from the bat mask. He grabbed Bruce Wayne's mask, took it off hard, and finally hit the head with two blows. Their foreheads hit each other hard.

"boom"

The two men separated in two directions, staggering, each suffering serious injuries.

"cough cough"

Seb picked up his long knife from the ground and leaned on it. He grabbed a dirty piece of bread from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. He stared at Bruce. Blood was also flowing from Bruce's forehead. The thin and thin There was also embarrassed blood escaping from the handsome face. This time was probably the most serious injury he had suffered since becoming Batman.

His hair was messy, and there was still the smell of blood in his mouth. He looked at Seb who was gasping for air in front of him, and his opponent's blood-stained face grinned at him with a ferocious smile.

"Bruce, tell me, are you also a mortal under your bat helmet?"

"You're going to bleed, you're going to be in pain, you're going to die...so what makes you engage in such a high-risk activity?"

"Is it really justice that drives you? I'm curious..."

Bruce was silent for a moment. He looked at Seb with a very serious look, completely devoid of the superficial showiness of the son of Gotham.

"Someone once told me... As a mortal, as a body of flesh and blood, you are very fragile and can be defeated very easily, but as a symbol, becoming a symbol can transcend failure and become eternal. I To be this symbol, to be a symbol of Gotham, is not about justice."

"Will evil people succumb to justice? No, they will not be evil and do evil things. Just like all poisonous animals and plants, they do not think they are evil people, they do not think they are poison. I know that evil people will never It will change. What they need is not justice, but fear."

"When they commit crimes, when they take up the weapons of crime, I want them to fear the sky, because I am there. This fear will make them think twice before committing crimes, and will make them panic after committing crimes. I can’t live forever, I want to be this kind of fear”

The stubbornness and sacrifice in Bruce's eyes made Seb feel a little trembling. He said firmly,

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

Seb coughed lowly and laughed softly,

"Haha, great dream...but does it make sense? If you die, everything is over."

"It doesn't make sense"

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

"Ah, you are a man of faith, Bruce... You believe in yourself, but you are also a villain like me... Can you really do everything you say when you see those evil people who harm others? When Rachel was hurt by Klein, would you let him go?"

Seb licked his lips, and the taste of blood made all the cells in his body seem to come alive.

"Can Bruce Wayne restrain himself from the idea of ​​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 began to move, his speed getting faster and faster, and Seb also held a long knife. He also began to charge, like two knights who wanted to deliver the final blow to their opponents. This dark hall belonged to them. battlefield.

“It’s what I do that matters.”

"boom"

Cyber's left fist hit Batman's unprotected face hard, but the long knife in his hand was blasted into the sky by Bruce's gauntlet, while the other fist grazed him with the sharp blade of the gauntlet. chest, and finally landed on his heart.

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

The two of them were like mortals who fell from the sky to the ground, lingering on the dirty ground. The last heat in Cyber's body was completely dissipated by this punch. He lay on the ground with his hands spread out, a trace of strength. It was gone. His embarrassed face was covered with blood. He opened his eyes and looked at the darkness in front of him.

He breathed heavily, he lost.

He lost to the same opponent again, but this time, he didn't feel that 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. Seber's last punch made him feel that his teeth were about to become loose. Half of his face had lost consciousness. His whole body ached, and his breathing became rapid. Everything in front of him was distorted and shaken, and there was blood and stains on his face as well.

After resuming his dual identities as Bruce Wayne and Batman, he's never looked so messed up.

He staggered forward and pulled out the long knife. He walked up to Seb and looked at him condescendingly, holding a knife in his hand.

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

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

"No"

Bruce put the knife away from his hand, half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand towards Seb,

"Never enter a world of sin. No matter what your purpose is, Seb, you will eventually be lost."

Seb opened his eyes, looked at the stretched out left hand, and sighed,

"Oh, cough...it's this kind of bitter drama again. Don't try to move 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 I will only kill them when I think it is necessary..."

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

"This is 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 damn place, it's a mess, my father will kill me. A billionaire wouldn't mind helping me make it nice."

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