Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

"Boom!!!"

The huge noise coming from above made Clark's uneasiness even stronger.

But Bizarro's attacks became more and more fierce, leaving Clark with no time to worry about Bruce. It was obvious that Bizarro's strength was still increasing. Each punch was more ferocious and powerful than the last, and Clark I was also shocked to find that my strength was gradually fading...

The strange feeling in Clark's heart became more and more intense, and when he felt the faint fluorescence from below in the corner of his eye, he realized that this place was clearly a trap prepared by the enemy in advance.

Because the fluorescence is green.

"BOOM!!!"

The figures of the two fell to the ground quickly, raising a huge cloud of smoke and dust, and around them... there was a huge green light!

Kryptonite.

The floor is full of kryptonite!

Traces of green lines climbed up Clark's body, causing him to cry out in pain. He staggered back, but Bizarro didn't give him a chance to escape. In an instant, he stepped forward and raised his leg to kick the weakened Clark away. Tens of meters away, light lit up in his eyes!

"Bizzaro! Lose (win)! Superman! Win (lose)!"

Bizarro roared loudly and declared victory, while Clark's vision gradually blurred, and severe pain spread all over his body, as if tens of millions of ants were biting him...

"Damn..."

Clark's body kept shaking, and the severe pain was gradually disintegrating his consciousness. He struggled to stand up on the floor, but Bizarro's super-frozen gaze was already fiercely piercing Clark!

"Zizzi—BOOM!"

"Pfft."

Well, Bizarro's attack missed. Because Clark happened to lose consciousness at the moment Bizarro attacked.

Bizarro interrupted the energy output, looked at Clark who fell to the ground unconscious, tilted his head in confusion, stepped forward quickly, leaned over and poked Clark's face with his finger.

"Superman, win (lose)." Bizarro grinned, showing his rotten teeth, and laughed loudly and proudly, with his hands on his hips, lamely imitating Superman's classic moves, "Hero, Superman, victory .Villain, Bizarro, failed!"

Well, there are some issues with Bizarro's language, so his words should actually be heard the other way around.

What Bizarro means is that Superman is the villain, so Superman loses, and Bizarro is the hero, so Bizarro wins.

The brainless Superman raised his arms and shouted excitedly, celebrating his victory. He even rushed to the side wall excitedly, broke off a piece of kryptonite and ate it as a snack, happily like a 160-pound child.

But he didn't notice that on the floor behind him, the "unconscious" Clark was raising his arm with difficulty, reaching for his belt, taking out an object from the gap and stuffing it into his mouth.

Then he pretended to be dead.

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"Jadarite rock powder. The essential ingredient is sodium lithium borosilicate, which should be produced in Siberia... The composition of this rock is very similar to kryptonite, but it does not contain fluorine and has not been refined. It won't affect you much, Clark."

"Hey, you know I hate kryptonite, even if it's like it. When you recruited Hal into the Justice League, I almost got into a fight with him. He was dressed in fluorescent green. I always felt that his light ring would do something to me. Influence……"

……

"Shall we start?"

"Yeah... no, wait a minute, Clark."

"what?"

"Here you go."

"...Why do you carry so much kryptonite with you?"

"Just in case...I have to consider everything that might happen, and your concerns just now are correct. There may be a trap for you here."

"Let me tell you something, if you hadn't saved me several times, I could hardly stand your bat paranoia... Why do I feel that this thing is different from the previous one?"

"I adjusted the production process... Trust me, Superman, it will save your life at the critical moment."

"Thank you Batman, I'm so touched, it means a lot to me."

"Remember to return it to me when you're done."

"…Facker Bateman."

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The unaware Bizarro seemed to feel that he had celebrated enough, so he turned around and came to the "lying corpse" of Clark, easily lifted Clark's body on his shoulders, and walked in a certain direction...

On the battlefield above the cave, two close relatives of the Wayne family were having an "in-depth exchange" of "brothers, friends, and brothers." Nearly half of the supposedly wide circular venue was now covered with rocks, but the remaining space was enough for the duel between the two fighting masters.

"You can't beat me, Bruce...why are you just unwilling to give up?"

"Maybe in your eyes...it was the Court of Owls that allowed me to become Batman...but you're wrong, Tommy."

"Becoming Batman...is my own choice!"

As the last conversation between the two ended, Bruce suddenly flicked his cloak and threw out a large spherical object. The spherical object automatically detonated in mid-air, producing a large amount of black fog. The thick fog enveloped little Thomas. Blocking his view.

However, little Thomas remained unmoved, just standing there quietly, his face full of helplessness.

"Break!"

"Snapped."

A black fist tore through the thick fog and headed straight towards Thomas. However, Thomas easily raised one hand to block it. One hand turned into a claw and clamped tightly on Bruce's fist. The other A hand instantly struck Bruce's elbow and threw Bruce directly behind him with great force!

Bruce, on the other hand, adjusted his posture in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground. He swept his kick towards Thomas's face in the air, causing a strong wind! But Thomas had enough time to take a step back, tilting his head slightly to avoid the sharp kick. Bruce missed the hit and quickly launched another set of combination punches towards Thomas, but all those attacks were blocked. After being blocked, Thomas Jr. also took advantage of Bruce's approach to bully him. After deflecting Bruce's punch, he reached forward with both hands, grabbed the sharp corners of Bruce's helmet and pushed it downwards. The knee hit Bruce firmly in the face, and then he was thrown away.

"I told you, Bruce..."

Looking at Batman, who was gasping for air and bleeding from the nose, the hero waved his hand calmly and grabbed a dart from his waist.

"You can't beat me."