The two entangled figures slammed heavily onto the ground, and at the instant they landed, Bale-Batman's expression of shock was beyond compare.
Because the one who had truly hit the ground was Schiller, back-first.
He watched helplessly as Schiller's upper back reflexively bounced the instant it struck the ground. When it fell back down, his neck arched high, then he collapsed limply onto the floor.
Blood poured from his mouth, his pupils rapidly dilated, and the adrenaline surge of impending death peaked, sending his heart rate soaring.
Bale-Batman scrambled up from the ground. When he focused on Schiller's face, he saw extreme exhilaration beneath the extreme agony.
"Ha... hahaha..."
Schiller was like an addict high out of his mind. His unceasing laughter forced more blood and fragments of internal organs from his mouth, but he simply could not stop.
Batman and Natasha had already rushed over. They heard Schiller say, "Why would you think... that being pathological means launching indiscriminate attacks in madness..."
Schiller's laughter-filled voice carried over. That ultimate exhilaration and delirium made him seem like a simple child—innocent, wicked, and uninhibited.
All three of them froze.
"You were never crazy from the beginning?!" Natasha raised her voice, glaring at Schiller. "You never lost your mind at all, then you..."
With great difficulty, Schiller spread his arms, using body language to show everyone why he had done this.
Batman turned his head. The entire arena was in ruins.
He was not referring to the surroundings, but to everyone's expressions.
Including them, every face was filled with confusion, bewilderment, shock...
Bale-Batman finally recovered from the shock of having witnessed it firsthand.
If Schiller had never gone mad from the beginning, if that frenzy of indiscriminate attacks had merely been an act, then why had he done it?
The most immediate