Shane, who got up from the ground, thought hard for a while and decided to relax his nerve reaction speed to three times that of a normal person, and then compete with Cassandra.
This time, Shane relies on his own fighting skills, which he has also practiced since childhood and was taught by Wonder Woman.
It lasted until the seventh round in the hands of Cassandra.
After seven moves, Shane could only watch helplessly as Cassandra's index finger grasped a flaw that was difficult to detect in itself, passed through the obstruction of fists and feet, and lightly touched his throat.
Frankly speaking, if the two parties are Viltrumite, even if the index finger does not withdraw its force at this time, it will not be able to stab the opponent to death with one successful blow.
But if Shane were a human on earth, then if he didn't pull back the force of the index finger, he would be able to crush his own throat.
He could feel the murderous intention hidden in Cassandra's attack, but Girl's body control skills had reached a level beyond the reach of ghosts and gods, so he was able to withstand attacks containing real murderous intent.
Looking at Cassandra who silently retracted his palm and stepped aside, Shane subconsciously touched his neck.
"Incredible, incomprehensible."
With the same qualities, her three times neurological reaction is no match for this girl, which means that if she can even out the physical gap.
Wonder Woman cannot be Cassandra's opponent.
Because my current combat level is hardly any worse than Teacher Prince.
Is this the caliber of DC's top fighting master, who claims to be able to defeat Batman in pure combat with his underage female body?
In admiration, I turned around and saw Cassandra just finishing a string of sign language to Oracle.
It is not the kind of sign language that has been systematically learned. Language system disorders are not limited to speaking. Any systematic language invented by humans is difficult for Cassandra to learn.
So it's more like some simple gestures invented by myself in order to communicate with Oracle.
Only a top computer language master like Oracle can analyze the meaning Cassandra wants to express from another level of logic.
Oracle looked at Shane with a strange expression.
"She said, you are another her."
"What?"
Shane touched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"I'm not the kind of guy who gets into a trance when being flattered. I can see the gap between me and Cassandra in terms of pure fighting skills."
"No."
Oracle shook his head.
"She said that you, like her, were raised as dehumanized weapons."
"You have all been deprived of some things that normal people should have in this process. She hopes that you can accept her. She hopes to learn from you until she is as cheerful as you."
Shane Suddenly felt someone hugging one of his arms.
"----To be honest, this kind of saying "I am very similar to you" and "You are very similar to me" was something I often used when I first arrived on Earth in order to get close to people."
Shane tried to pull his arms out of Cassandra's hands, but Cassandra held him tight while gesticulating hurriedly at Oracle.
Oracle held his chin and analyzed it for a long time before speaking with uncertainty.
"She hopes to get your approval to allow her to join Teen Titans."
Shane felt Cassandra make a nodding motion, and the friction between the short black hair and the clothes made a rustling sound.
Shane started to try to pull his hand away again, but to no avail, he looked at Oracle helplessly.
"Then can you explain why she did this? This should be the first time we meet."
This time Oracle answered quickly. I guess Cassandra had already made a gesture with a similar meaning just now.
"She said that you look very similar to her compatriots, which makes her dependent on you. You know, I brought her here from a foreign country, and I am not familiar with the place."
"Ang?"
Shane started to swing his arm unexpectedly again, and the result was that Cassandra was hanging on his arm and being swung around like a pendulum.
"What country is she from?"
"China's."
Shane stopped moving.
He really didn't know that Cassandra·Cain was actually from China.
Hiss~ So Cassandra's mother, the super fighting master Lady Shiva who is also ranked at the top of DC Universe, is also from China?
After a moment of thinking, Shane came back to his senses. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to have seen Nightwing, who should have been trembling with fear, just showing him a meaningful smile.
It wasn't until Shane returned home that he realized that Nightwing had foreseen a certain outcome.
Rachel locked his eyes on Shane's arm almost as soon as Shane entered the door.
Of course, Cassandra did not follow. Shane worked hard and cooperated with Oracle's persuasion to leave it in Batcave.
But Rachel ran over like a puppy and sniffed Shane's arms up and down.
Then a kind of resentful gaze was cast directly on Shane's face.
Shane coughed.
"First of all, I have an absolutely clear conscience."
"Secondly, this is a bit complicated to explain, so I hope you can listen patiently.
Rachel put his fingers on Shane's lips.
"I believe you, but I want to go with you for the next person's assessment tomorrow."
Shane waited until Rachel released his fingers and then smiled awkwardly.
"Your last sentence sounded inconsistent."
"I'm afraid you'll smell a lot worse tomorrow."
Seeing that the topic was about to reach a dead end again, Shane quickly raised his feet and ran towards the stairs, while Rachel silently kept poking Shane in the back with the knife called his gaze.
Shane decided to go back to the room and take a shower before going to bed.
Of course, if you build a house yourself, you won't be poor and polite. Every room has its own bathroom.
But when he pressed his hand on the door handle, he unexpectedly felt a resistance that violated common sense of physics.
When he lowered his head, he saw Black Magic, which was emitting a faint light and was wrapped around the keyhole.
Looking back at Rachel helplessly, Shane smiled bitterly.
"No, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight?"
Rachel raised his head, and a blush appeared on his cheeks that were originally covered by the hood.
She gestured to the other side of the corridor on the second floor.
Shane looked sideways.
That's Rachel's own room.
"Well, we're not too old yet----
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"Don't get me wrong."
Rachel spoke seemingly calmly.
"The water pipe in your room is broken."
Shane clearly heard a simultaneous bang and explosion in his house.
"Water splashed everywhere."
"Your ---- bed is wet too."
Looking down at the purified water seeping out from under the door, Shane looked at Rachel silently.
The latter turned his head.
"Today is too late. We can repair it tomorrow. Anyway, we are using purified seawater, so it is not a waste."
The atmosphere in the room fell into silence for more than twenty seconds.
Finally Shane stepped over the water flowing everywhere under his feet and unscrewed the door of Rachel's room.
Wet and dry separation is not done, the dark style skull bathtub is just placed next to the window, and two meters next to it is the same style bone bed from Rachel.
"Well, I think you might have to wait until I finish washing before you come up."