I Believe Batman Won't Bring This Stick Down on My Head

"I'm not good at forging."

"But you're good at using force."

After wiping out The Batman Who Laughs's cave and obtaining so many bizarre metals, Chen Tao had not failed to consider finding a way to smelt them himself.

If he only wanted to shape a single type of metal, Chen Tao could certainly do it. Hawkman and Hawkgirl's mace had been constructed from N metal.

The problem was that he wanted to smelt all the metals together. Simply piecing N metal or promethium together would be meaningless to him.

Perhaps if Chen Tao lived for billions upon billions of years like Barbatos and accumulated enough experience over that long span of time, or directly obtained ready-made knowledge by accepting Barbatos's Dark Energy like The Batman Who Laughs, he really could do it himself... but not now.

Every one of these metals was an indestructible substance. Processing them to the point where they could be fused required not only strength, but also skill.

"I have no skill," Time Trapper said.

"You just use all your strength. Leave the rest to miracles," Chen Tao replied.

Supreme Superboy could swing his fist and shatter even the crystal walls of the Heaven Dimension. If anyone could forcibly smelt metal without understanding the necessary techniques, it was him.

Of course, metal like Bat-Gold, which vanished the instant it touched air like a ginseng fruit, was beyond Time Trapper's ability to handle with brute force. But at this point, Chen Tao had no better option. He could only find a way to have him smelt whatever he could first.

He couldn't go back to The Batman Who Laughs again.

Taking a little hit to his pride and forcibly working it into his plans was a minor issue. But if The Batman Who Laughs secretly added