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Bruce Wayne stared dumbfounded at the fake Batman, Bai Lang, before him, who resembled a primordial beast.

Originally, he thought the opponent's strength was only what he had seen and investigated.

But he never expected that the footage released by the Joker would completely shatter his perception of Bai Lang, the fake Batman.

Not to mention Bai Lang's superhuman feats after appearing.

The explosive sound that tore through the air, the sharp reflexes that easily dodged bullets, and the immense strength that crushed the concrete floor.

It far surpassed what he had seen in the footage before!

His original plan to counter Batman with armor might not be enough to fully withstand the opponent. He needed more information and to be fully prepared.

Just as Bai Lang suddenly charged towards Deathstroke, the veteran mercenary quickly drew a long sword from behind him.

He gripped the sword with both hands and, against the fierce whistling sound, swiftly slashed horizontally towards Bai Lang's chest.

The blade reflected the pale white light from not far away, like a terrifying weapon used to execute and take lives.

Bai Lang's eyes narrowed, and he stomped his foot hard on the concrete floor, barely stopping his forward momentum.

And Deathstroke's sword was less than a centimeter away from hitting him.

Seeing this, Deathstroke tightened his grip on the sword, put force into his hands, and prepared to lunge forward.

Bai Lang naturally knew his intention. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and then he kicked out!

The air was torn apart at extreme speed, accompanied by a fierce whistling sound. This kick landed heavily on Deathstroke's hand gripping the sword hilt.

In an instant, Deathstroke felt as if the bones in his hands were repeatedly crushed by a truck until they shattered.

He quickly retreated, putting distance between himself and the fierce Batman before him.

His gaze fell on his two hands. The palms, which had clearly defined knuckles inside the gloves, were now a bloody mess mixed with bone fragments.

The healing factors in his blood were continuously repairing the injuries on his hands.

But this required a lot of time, and Deathstroke didn't have that much time to recover now.

Deathstroke's face was filled with vigilance as he gave Bai Lang a deep look.

Bai Lang wanted to move forward, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he instinctively retreated.

Bang!

On the ground where he had just stood, a small pit about four centimeters in diameter appeared. It was clearly from a bullet.

If this shot had hit a person, it would have at least blown away a chunk of flesh.

Even if Bai Lang's Current Propulsion wasn't strong enough at the moment, or if he didn't have a defensive martial art.

The only two martial arts he currently mastered were the Sea Tiger Blast Punch, which caused internal explosions in enemies by channeling the power of Current Propulsion, and the Imperial Shocking World Palm, which used his own strength to store and release energy.

These two martial arts appeared in his mind the moment he transmigrated to Gotham.

A sense of unease arose from the back of his head. He quickly turned his head and looked in the direction the bullet came from.

His eagle-like sharp vision allowed him to clearly see a sniper rifle set up on a skyscraper several hundred meters away.

It was obvious that Deathstroke had a sniper as an accomplice.

Seeing that the opponent was no longer advancing, Deathstroke quickly ran away.

With physical fitness ten times that of an ordinary person, he ran extremely fast and disappeared in just a few steps.

"Ten Thousand Volts!" Bai Lang pointed his finger at the fleeing Deathstroke.

Zzzzz!!

Red electricity appeared on his finger, then transformed into a red lightning bat that swept through the air and flew rapidly to chase Deathstroke.

After doing all this, Bai Lang stared intently at the sniper.

He couldn't even withstand the bullet from a handgun right now, let alone a sniper rifle. A shot to a vital spot would kill him!

Inside his body, his rapidly frictioning cells seemed to be grinding themselves into dust, and the electricity within him surged to its limit.

Even Bruce Wayne, standing nearby, could see faint red arcs of electricity flowing over him.

Seeing this, Bruce Wayne secretly noted this information, which could be used when creating the Anti-Batman armor later.

Only when the sniper disappeared did Bai Lang breathe a sigh of relief and turn to look at the Joker, who was holding a gun to Bruce Wayne.

"You're not Batman! Who are you?!" the Joker shouted, looking at Bai Lang, who was walking slowly, and then at Bruce Wayne beside him.

"I am Super Batman," Bai Lang said expressionlessly.

Joker: "???"

What the hell was Super Batman?

Did Superman cheat, or did Batman cheat?

Super Bat Man???

But the deep voice Bai Lang emitted made both the Joker and Bruce Wayne freeze.

The two exchanged a look with great tacit understanding, then quickly looked at Bai Lang.

That voice wasn't just similar to Bruce Wayne's deliberately lowered tone; it was identical!

"Bruce Wayne?!" Bruce asked, confused.

"No."

Bai Lang walked up to the Joker. In an instant, he snatched the pistol from the Joker's hand before he could pull the trigger.

Red electricity surged, and the pistol instantly melted into an irregular shape.

He casually tossed the ruined pistol behind him, then landed a heavy punch on the Joker's face.

"You damn Joker!"

If he hadn't noticed the nuclear bomb's location and disabled its detonator in time, he would have been cooked in a little while!

The Joker's scrawny body was sent flying by the punch, crashing hard into a nearby concrete pillar.

Bai Lang had controlled the force of the punch, enough to make the Joker suffer but not kill him.

"Cough... Hahaha... Aren't you afraid I'll let Gotham be destroyed by a nuclear bomb?"

"I... I planted a nuclear bomb in the center of Gotham!" the Joker laughed maniacally, pulling a remote control from his pocket.

It looked like the detonator for the nuclear bomb.

"You..." Before the Joker could finish speaking, a fist as large as a sandbag smashed into his face.

"Nuc..."

Bai Lang punched him in the face again.

"Aren't you afraid..."

Another punch landed on his face.

The Joker's words were broken. Every time he tried to speak, Bai Lang would punch him in the face.

He beat the Joker's face black and blue.

"You..."

Seeing Bai Lang raise his fist again, the Joker quickly said, "Can't you let me finish speaking?"

"I should have the right to finish my words!"

He roared with all his might, but all he got in return was another merciless punch from Bai Lang to his head.

"Finish your ass! All I want to do now is beat you to death!"

If he hadn't noticed this place, hadn't awakened his superpowers, and hadn't found that nuclear bomb, he'd be dead!

"Th-then... let's die together... die!!"

The Joker's face was bruised and swollen. Mumbling incoherently, he used all his strength to press the nuclear bomb's switch.

Bruce, standing nearby, saw this and his pupils contracted sharply.

Alfred hadn't told him yet that the nuclear bomb's detonator had been successfully cracked. Was Gotham about to be destroyed?!

Everyone standing in front of their televisions, watching Batman beat the Joker on screen, was astonished.

When they saw the Joker press the nuclear bomb's switch, their astonishment instantly turned to terror and dread.

Was Gotham really going to be destroyed?!

They closed their eyes, waiting for the horrific explosion of destruction.

"Hehehe, die with me!" The Joker grinned, revealing his pathological smile.

But before he could savor his victory, a black fist smashed into his face again.

"Stop laughing!" Bai Lang cursed furiously.

He then kicked the Joker and continued to rain punches down on him.

After waiting for a while and finding that nothing had happened, Bruce opened his eyes again. The sight that greeted him was Bai Lang repeatedly beating the Joker.

What was going on?

Gotham wasn't destroyed?!