Searching for Batsy

Jason tugged the rope under Allen's armpit, freeing his hands as expected.

Within three seconds, Allen untied the rest of the ropes himself.

Seeing this, Jason turned to support Dick.

At this moment, Allen looked at Ethel, who hadn't managed to escape, holding a bundle of rope and approaching step by step. He asked, "Do you remember what I said?"

"What?"

Ethel was terrified, his mind a blank slate, unable to recall anything.

"Don't act tough when you see me next time," Allen reminded him.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have said that.

"I remember now," Allen said gleefully. "You were acting tough just now."

"Heh heh heh..."

At this moment, Allen's smile terrified Ethel.

How to describe it? His upper teeth bit down on his lower lip, while his smile pulled his upper lip taut, revealing his upper gums.

"You're insane!"

Ethel felt a great sense of dread and turned to flee.

However, his neck tightened as the rope looped around it, and he felt a powerful force pull him backward.

"Don't go, try out my handiwork."

Allen's voice in his ear was like a demon's whisper.

"No, don't do that, I apologize..."

Ethel begged for mercy, watching himself being bound and rolled into a ball.

His limbs were curled, his head pressed down towards his abdomen, making it impossible to stand upright, let alone turn sideways.

"Perfect."

Allen was very satisfied with his masterpiece. He struck a pose like he was preparing to serve a ball and shouted, "Sea Cucumber Possession, Golden Right Leg!"

Bang!

Ethel was kicked away like a soccer ball, flying in a parabolic arc towards the Talons.

The Talon, attempting to catch the Court of Owls' judge, miscalculated the impact force and was sent sprawling on the spot.

"Yeah, nice shot."

Allen sighed dramatically, "If I hadn't drunk so much kelp soup back then, causing gout and forcing me to retire early, I would have led the national team to win the World Cup."

After finishing his showboating, he went to support his teammates.

Allen quickly went to Ethel, who was breathing shallowly, and kicked him again.

"Finishing Move: Golden Sea Cucumber!"

Ethel, like a ball, flew towards another Talon.

With the previous lesson learned, this Talon didn't choose to block directly but instead dodged aside.

"Justice Flying Kick!"

He could dodge the obvious attack, but not Allen's hidden dart.

A flying kick struck the Talon's waist.

The Talon suffered a fatal blow but did not die; however, it would take some time to recover, as the Serpent's Blood and Amber Gold needed time to take effect.

"Crow Sits on Plane!"

Allen attacked other enemies again. He leaped up, curled his body, and landed heavily on his target, paralyzing the person with his backside.

He picked up the sabers from the two fallen Talons and gave Dick and Jason some breathing room in their fight.

"So I can use secondary weapons!"

Allen looked at his left hand in disbelief. The Promethium Battle Saber was covered in a layer of shadow energy, also imbued with the Shadow Blade effect.

Making up for the disadvantage in weaponry, he easily defeated the Talons.

He casually picked up a saber from the ground, held it in his mouth, and struck a pose, mumbling, "I promised her I wouldn't lose again."

"I am the Strongest Swordsman Hiyori Zoro."

The atmosphere was awkward.

At least the combatants on both sides temporarily reached a consensus.

Listening to the accent, it had the flavor of a scallion pancake wrap.

In a flash, Allen launched himself, charging towards the multitude of Talons.

Sharp blade lights flashed frequently, as he fought six enemies at once with room to spare.

At this moment, Allen was not fighting alone; his predecessor and successor were fighting together.

With both hands drawing a bow left and right, he continued to shake his head and wave the battle saber in his mouth, fully embodying the Crazy Three-Sword Style.

Dick and Jason temporarily avoided his sharp edge, as his indiscriminate attacks could easily lead to friendly fire.

In just a moment, Allen stood proudly in place, surrounded by fallen enemies.

Clang, he released the battle saber from his mouth.

"This move has great destructive power, but it's a bit hard on the mouth."

Allen's mouth opened and closed, relaxing his jawbone.

"Immediately find Master and withdraw, to avoid the enemy reacting," Dick urged.

This was the Court of Owls' nest; who could guarantee there weren't more Talons?

They had witnessed the might of the Talons, who were no less formidable than well-trained superheroes. If not for the Owl Battle Suits worn by those with identical equipment, they might have already died.

However, Allen was an exception.

He hadn't shown any signs of strain from beginning to end.

Furthermore, if you thought he was stupid, then you were the real fool.

They had no clue where to find Master, and it was only thanks to Allen's strategy that they managed to infiltrate the enemy's lair.

Allen collected battle sabers one by one and also took throwing darts from the enemies.

He tied the battle sabers to his back with a rope and grappling hook, and tucked the throwing darts close to his body.

"Invincible below the immortal, one-for-one above the immortal. I, Commander Zuo, will fight you monsters to the death, Hya!"

Allen charged into a passageway, completely forgetting his two teammates.

"Keep up, keep up."

Dick and Jason were at their wits' end. They chased him to a corner only to find no trace of him.

Jason couldn't help but sigh, "Let him be. Finding Master is more important."

Allen's strength was evident. If he truly encountered danger, they wouldn't be able to help him anyway.

Hya...

Hya...

Hya...

At this moment, Allen had been sprinting for a long time, his throat hoarse from yelling, yet he hadn't encountered a single enemy.

"Cough, cough... Is this place a maze?"

Allen turned around and found only winding passageways, having long since lost his direction.

He stopped running and calmly walked through the maze.

After a period of observation, he reached a conclusion: there was no conclusion.

"Anyone home?"

"No one? Then I'm coming in."

"Good Samaritan, buy a nuclear bomb. I'm just a poor little girl selling nuclear bombs."

"Calling Outpost 10-4, calling Outpost 10-4. This is Outpost 10-2. Containment breach, we are fleeing. Repeat, we are fleeing."

"Question: What is above all else? Hint: It's not the One-Above-All, nor the First Firmament, nor the Beyond-Gods. Answer: It's 404."

"Author, if you don't give me a hint soon, I'll die for you to see."

The Talons, hidden in the shadows, felt their scalps tingle watching Allen talk to himself like a madman.

Had Bruce fallen so low that he could associate with someone like this? He was truly detestable.

Turning a corner, Allen entered a spacious hall.

Inside, stone coffins were neatly arranged, and all their lids were open.

Allen walked up to a stone coffin and looked inside. It was filled with a verdant liquid, and nothing else.

This was the container where the Court of Owls usually stored their Talons. The liquid in the coffins was a special potion made from a mixture of Serpent's Blood and Amber Gold.

It could resurrect the dead and command them.

"I understand now."

Allen suddenly realized, "This is a grand tomb. I need to use the Dragon Seeking Art to find the way."

Immediately, he held one battle saber upright, its tip resting on another battle saber as he spun it.

Allen chanted, "Dragon-seeking splits mountains, sausages are best from beggars, one section is stronger than six, jelly must be from Xi Zhi Niang, instant noodles only choose Pang Mailang, soda must be Da Lei Bi, after eating, you'll sprint to the toilet, only to find you forgot the paper, so you'll just rub your bare ass on the grass..."

When the battle sabers stopped spinning, they pointed directly at a passageway.

"Hey, you damn it, don't tell me, the skills passed down by our ancestors are really useful."