Bruce Wayne stared in shock at Bai Lang, the fake Batman before him, who looked like a primordial beast.
He had originally thought his opponent was only as strong as his investigation and observations had suggested.
But he had never expected the footage Joker released to completely shatter his understanding of Bai Lang, the fake Batman.
That was without even mentioning the various superhuman feats Bai Lang displayed after showing up.
The explosive crack of air being torn apart, his lightning-fast reflexes as he easily dodged bullets, and the immense strength with which he crushed the concrete beneath his feet.
He was far beyond what Bruce had seen in the footage!
The Anti-Batman Armor he had planned might not be able to fully withstand Bai Lang. He needed more information and had to prepare for every possibility.
Just as Bai Lang suddenly charged toward Deathstroke, the veteran mercenary swiftly drew a long sword from behind his back.
He gripped the sword with both hands and, amid the violent rush of wind, slashed down at Bai Lang's chest with blinding speed.
The blade reflected the pale light from nearby, like a terrifying weapon meant to execute someone and claim his life.
Bai Lang's eyes narrowed. He planted his foot hard against the concrete, barely managing to stop himself.
Deathstroke's sword missed him by just one centimeter.
Seeing this, Deathstroke tightened his grip on the sword and thrust forward with both hands.
Bai Lang naturally saw what he was planning. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he kicked out!
The air tore apart at incredible speed. With a violent rush of wind, his foot slammed into the hand Deathstroke had wrapped around the hilt.
In an instant, Deathstroke felt as if a truck had run over the bones in both his hands again and again, crushing them to pieces.
He quickly retreated, putting distance between himself and the ferocious Batman before him.
He looked down at his hands. Inside his gloves, the once clearly defined bones of his palms had become a mess of flesh and bone fragments.
The healing factor in his blood was constantly repairing his injuries.
But it would take a great deal of time, and Deathstroke didn't have that kind of time to recover.
His face tense with caution, Deathstroke gave Bai Lang a long, wary look.
Bai Lang was about to step forward, but the moment he lifted his foot, he instinctively backed away.
Bang!
A small crater, four centimeters in diameter, appeared in the ground where he had been standing. A bullet had clearly struck there.
If that bullet hit a person, it would at the very least tear a chunk of flesh away.
Bai Lang's Current Propulsion was still too weak to stop it, and he didn't have any defensive martial arts to protect himself.
He had only mastered two martial arts: the Sea Tiger Explosive Fist, which used Current Propulsion to make an enemy explode from within, and the Imperial Shocking World Palm, which harnessed his own strength and stored energy before unleashing it.
Those two martial arts had appeared in his mind when he had first transmigrated to Gotham.
A sense of foreboding rose from the back of his head. He quickly turned to look in the direction the bullet had come from.
His eagle-sharp vision let him clearly see a sniper rifle set up on a tall building several hundred meters away.
Clearly, Deathstroke had a sniper helping him too.
Seeing that Bai Lang wasn't moving forward, Deathstroke immediately ran off into the distance.
His physical abilities were ten times greater than an ordinary person's, and he ran incredibly fast. In just a few strides, he had vanished.
"Ten million volts!" Bai Lang pointed at the fleeing Deathstroke.
Bzzzz!!
Red electricity appeared on his fingertip, then took the shape of a red lightning bat and shot through the air after Deathstroke.
Once he was done, Bai Lang focused intently on the sniper.
He couldn't even withstand bullets from a handgun right now, let alone a sniper rifle. One shot to a vital spot, and he'd be dead!
Inside him, the cells that had been rubbing together at high speed seemed to go mad, as if they were about to grind him to dust. The electricity coursing through his body surged to its limit.
Bruce Wayne could even see wisps of red lightning arcing across his body.
Seeing this, Bruce quietly filed away the information. It could prove useful when he made the Anti-Batman Armor later.
Only after the sniper disappeared did Bai Lang finally breathe a sigh of relief and turn toward Joker, who was pointing a gun at Bruce Wayne.
"You're not Batman! Who are you?!" Joker shouted at Bai Lang as he walked slowly toward him. Then he glanced at Bruce Wayne.
"I'm Super Batman." Bai Lang's face remained expressionless.
Joker: "???"
What the hell was Super Batman?
Had Superman cheated on Batman, or had Batman cheated on him?
Super-Bat-man???
But the deep voice Bai Lang used made both Joker and Bruce Wayne freeze.
They exchanged a knowing glance, then quickly looked back at Bai Lang.
That was because his voice wasn't just similar to the one Bruce Wayne deliberately lowered—it was exactly the same!
"Bruce Wayne?!" Bruce asked in confusion.
"No."
Bai Lang walked up to Joker and snatched the gun from his hand before he could pull the trigger.
Red electricity coursed through it, and in an instant, the gun melted into an irregular shape.
He casually tossed the ruined gun behind him, then slammed a heavy punch into Joker's face.
"You damn Joker!"
If Bai Lang hadn't noticed where the nuclear bomb was and disabled its detonator in time, he would've been cooked alive if he'd stayed there much longer!
Joker's thin frame went flying from the punch and crashed hard into a concrete pillar nearby.
Bai Lang had controlled his strength, so he wouldn't kill Joker outright, but it still left him in a world of pain.
"Cough, cough... Hahaha... Aren't you afraid I'll have Gotham destroyed by a nuclear bomb?"
"I... I planted a nuclear bomb right in the center of Gotham City!" Joker laughed maniacally, pulling a remote control from his pocket.
It looked like the detonator for the nuclear bomb.
"You..." Before Joker could finish, a fist as big as a sandbag slammed into his face.
"The nu—"
Bai Lang punched him in the face again.
"—aren't you afraid—"
Another punch landed in his face.
Joker's words came out in fits and starts. Every time he tried to speak, Bai Lang swung a fist into his face.
His face was turning blue and purple.
"You—"
Seeing Bai Lang raise his fist again, Joker hurriedly said, "Can't you let me finish what I'm saying?"
"I should have the right to finish what I'm saying!"
He screamed with all his might, but all he got in response was another merciless punch to the head.
"Finish your ass! I just want to beat you to death!"
If Bai Lang hadn't come here, awakened his superpowers, and found the nuclear bomb, he would've been dead!
"Then... then let's... die together... die!!"
With his face swollen and bruised, Joker mumbled incoherently, then summoned all his strength to press the nuclear bomb's trigger.
Bruce's eyes shrank at the sight.
Alfred hadn't told him the nuclear bomb's detonator had been successfully disabled. Was Gotham really about to be destroyed?!
Everyone standing in front of their televisions watched Batman punch Joker again and again, their faces full of astonishment.
When they saw Joker press the nuclear bomb's trigger, their astonishment instantly turned to terror and horror.
Was Gotham really about to be destroyed?!
They closed their eyes, waiting for the terrifying blast of destruction to come.
"Hehehe, die with me!" Joker grinned, showing off that sickening smile of his.
But before he could gloat, a black fist smashed into his face again.
"Quit grinning, you bastard!" Bai Lang shouted.
Then he kicked Joker and kept hitting him with punch after punch.
After waiting for quite a while and seeing nothing happen, Bruce opened his eyes again. Before him, Bai Lang was still beating Joker over and over.
What was going on?
Gotham hadn't been destroyed?!
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