No One Can Stop Me Now Except Kakarot

A great man who gave up studying medicine to become a flop once said, "After three days apart, one should see a scholar in a new light." Later, everyone learned that he hadn't said it at all—it was Zhou X who said it.

Who said it didn't matter. All that mattered was knowing the saying described Batman.

Batman had now undergone a complete transformation. He was no longer the Bruce Wayne who had once burned down the League of Shadows. Having stepped into the realm beyond humanity, his Power Level was terrifyingly high. The League's warriors were simply no match for him. Every punch and kick was the ultimate expression of speed and strength. There were no unnecessary techniques—Batman crushed the entire field through sheer physical prowess alone.

Amid flashing blades and dancing swords, Batman neither dodged nor evaded. Relying on the unbreakable resilience of his light armor, he charged straight ahead with the Hegemon-King's stride. Wherever he passed, tendons snapped and bones broke, followed by endless screams. Five or six swords stabbed and slashed at him, yet they could not even make him pause.

This wasn't a battle. It was a one-sided beating—one man beating a hundred men.

Duka looked as though he had senile dementia. His eyes and mouth were crooked, drool running down his face as he stared stupidly at Batman, who had completed the demonic feat of winning a one-against-one-hundred battle without even breaking a sweat.

Fuck, was this really Gotham City?

Why had this useless disciple of his become so absurdly strong? Could it really be true that wearing tights made people stronger?

And where had he bought that belt? It was fucking distinctive!

Tap! Tap! Tap—

The crisp sound of high heels striking the floor came from behind him. Duka stiffly turned his head