Cassandra's fists came down viciously, and Schiller raised the candlestick from time to time to block them. Yet there was not the slightest hint of triumph or relaxation on Cassandra's face. Instead, her expression grew increasingly grim.
She had realized that he was blocking far too easily. Her greatest strength, combined with inner energy and short-range explosive force, should have been enough to shatter an adult man's arm with ease. Yet when he flung her wrist aside, he had barely needed to exert himself.
That meant something terrifying—your enemy was far stronger than you, perhaps not even on the same level.
It was deeply despairing, because this was not a gap in technique. It was more like an unarmed ordinary person fighting a brown bear. No matter how skilled you were, the disparity in size and strength could not be overcome. Even a martial arts master would still be smashed apart by a single swipe of a claw.
Cassandra's parents had both been top-tier assassins, and she had received the most professional training since childhood. Though restricted by her genes and physique, she could not grow into a massive build and was somewhat underweight, she cultivated inner power after all. The force she could unleash far exceeded that of an ordinary person.
That was also the key to her defeating the ordinary Batman. When Batman had faced her before, it had been somewhat like how she was facing Schiller now. Such a confrontation was completely unfair.
But she truly could not understand how Schiller could unleash such tremendous strength. Did he cultivate inner power too?
But Schiller was not one of her kind; Cassandra could feel it. Those who cultivated had special senses, and besides, his techniques were clearly not from her school.
Cassandra followed an Eastern path. Her martial