Bruce climbed up from the floor and stood where he was, taking a deep breath. When he saw Schiller reach for the remaining disposable needle, he paused for a second, then lunged at Schiller again.
Schiller withdrew his hand from the drawer and shoved Bruce away, but because he used so much strength, he practically threw him. This time, however, Bruce was prepared and didn't fall to the floor. After adjusting his stance, he circled around from the other side.
"You're sure you want to fight me here?" Schiller narrowed his eyes at him.
"We don't seem to have ever fought, do we?" Bruce said coldly. "I mean, hand-to-hand like this."
"You think I'm not good at it?"
"If we're talking combat technique, yes. But I also know very well that strength is everything in a fight."
"Then you should give up," Schiller said.
"I just want to try." Bruce pulled his lips back, revealing a provocative smile. "After all, not everyone gets the chance to fight their own university professor. I'm sure plenty of people want to."
"My students most of all." Schiller wasted no more words with him and grabbed the chain of the Clavicle Ring. Bruce lunged in from the right. Schiller dodged left and swung the iron spike, trying to force him back. But Bruce nimbly avoided it, circled to Schiller's left, and swept a leg out to trip him.
Schiller didn't take the bait. He retreated half a step to clear the space. He knew very well that his combat skills couldn't possibly compare to Bruce's. Even if Bruce was no longer Batman and hadn't fought anyone in a long time, he had once been a master fighter, while Pride almost never fought.
If he competed with Bruce in terms of technique, it would be