Batman VS Constantine

The environment was somewhat dark.

A continuous rumbling sound echoed across the sky, as if the dark clouds were roaring and churning uneasily.

For more than 90% of the year, the island of Te Si Ke Wei Li Er is shrouded in restless clouds and flashing thunder, creating a terrifying sense of unease.

Now, after Bruce set up the lightning rod, the charge on the rod crackled, and wisps of silver arcs of electricity began to stretch across the surroundings. The magnetic field became restless, and the wild grass on the ground, slightly affected by the force, straightened up. The accumulated magnetic field charge was extremely chaotic, seemingly connected to the dark clouds in the sky.

'Rumble...'

The electric arcs gathered near Barry stirred up the entire storm cloud, containing a violent lightning bolt that flashed a pale light within the thick clouds, like a gigantic pale beast struggling to emerge from the clouds, a terrifying sight.

The wind howled coldly and mournfully, brushing against their disheveled hair.

'Bang'

A thunderclap struck, its pale light illuminating the entire forest.

The lightning struck in the distance, causing rocks to fly and soil to crack, creating a scorched crater where Mars ignited the nearby damp grass.

A pale light shone on Bruce and Constantine's faces.

"John!"

Bruce's voice was deep, the wind whipping through his black hair, its cold rays piercing his skin, his eyes filled with regret and a calm, collected anger.

This wasn't the John he knew, that bastard magician.

Instead, he was a young Britain gentleman with an elegant and charming handsome face. Although his blond hair was blowing in the cold wind, it was combined with the fluttering hem of his trench coat, which made him look even more elegant and charming despite his disheveled appearance.

"I'm not that familiar with you. Please call me Mr. Constantine."

Constantine was handsome, with a charming smile on his face. His trench coat fluttered in the cold wind, reflecting off his golden hair. He exuded a gentlemanly charm at all times.

Bruce's face was grim, his heart filled with icy anger and hatred for everything that Ba Di had done to Constantine.

It completely changes everyone and everything, distorting the hearts that originally belonged to heroes.

This is no longer Constantine! In everyone's mind, Constantine should be a scoundrel, with a somewhat unruly and unkempt appearance, a few stubbles on his chin, showing a mature yet unrestrained and dissolute nature, like a lonely traveler, always independent, and particularly different from others. In the eyes of young women, this image has a strange attraction.

And now, what the heck is this gentleman?

In fact, Ba Di could not accept Constantine's image at all; under him, one had to follow his rules and behave properly.

In this respect, Ba Di is a bit of a perfectionist and can't stand Constantine, who doesn't follow the rules. Either you follow his rules or you get crushed by him. Constantine's slovenly, slovenly, and dissolute appearance only makes Ba Di want to slap him to death.

So, from the very beginning, twelve-year-old Constantine was guided by magic and mental suggestion, and after seven years of twisting, bending, and bewitching his mind, he was forcibly transformed into an obedient gentleman.

And so, the very fascinating, disciplined, and twisted Constantine was born.

For this, Ba Di even smiled and nodded warmly, very satisfied with the ' Handsome Kang ' he had created himself.

"It's over."

Constantine maintained his gentlemanly smile, the cigarette between his fingers trembled, Mars flew in the cool wind, instantly swelling to half the size of a person.

The fireball, half the size of a person, instantly baked the cool breeze with its intense heat. In a flash, the temperature spread out, and the blazing red light illuminated the surrounding dark environment in a crimson glow.

Bruce felt an intense heat spread across his exposed skin, the burning sensation baking his skin and even producing a slightly burnt smell. The heat scorched the tiny hairs on his face, causing them to curl and char.

The moment the fireball expanded, Bruce's eyes narrowed sharply, and his retracted bat wings unfolded from his back, detaching directly from his back and crashing into the fireball.

He tucked his body down and rolled over.

'Bang'

The bat wings met the fireball, instantly triggering a violent explosion. The bat wings were covered with a thin, fire-resistant material, but this was clearly no match for the magic's explosive force. The bat wings were torn into pieces like rags in an instant, exploding and flying in all directions. The Heat Wave heat radiated outwards, and the massive explosion created a charred crater in the grass, sending Mars flying everywhere and landing on the damp weeds.

The shockwave from the explosion caused Constantine's trench coat to billow wildly, and he took a slight step back, his eyes narrowed.

Bruce was sent flying, the powerful shockwave impacting his body. Most of it was absorbed and dissipated by his armor, while a small portion was absorbed by his superhuman physique. He rolled on the ground, and as he rolled, he suddenly drew two Bat Dart from his waist and shot them towards Constantine along the trajectory of the airflow.

Bat Dart Bat Dart were completely inaccurate, only slightly hindering Constantine's advance before flying past Constantine and into the sky.

As Batman nimbly rose from his roll, he was already wielding two black modified pistols. He fired toy bullets, which resembled BBs, directly at Constantine. These bullets were much faster than regular bullets, exploding completely in flight and creating a grayish-green, irritating smoke that enveloped Constantine.

This is Fear Toxin.

In his future memories, Bruce confronted the Scarecrow, captured him, and knew the recipe for the Fear Toxin.

'Slap, slap, slap'

As Bruce stood up, Constantine raised an eyebrow, flicked the cigarette in his hand into the air, and snapped his fingers three times in quick succession. In the still-scorching space, the sound of the snapping fingers was like a piercing drumbeat, resonating deep into the hearts of the two men.

The surging, Fear Toxin gas, like the rolling Yangtze River, solidified itself less than five centimeters from his body.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Time stood still.

Bruce and the Fear Toxin solidified the air in the entire space, making it impossible to move.

In fact, this is just a kind of magic that controls the air, and it is far from stopping time.

The air seemed to gain weight instantly, pressing down heavily on Bruce's body.

'Heh...'

In an instant, Bruce felt himself being crushed by a heavy weight, and he knelt on one knee on the ground.

The air seemed to turn into weight. With his human limit, he could lift 800 pounds without any resistance. His muscles tensed instantly, and his veins bulged out like Zha Long swimming. A large arterial vein was visible under his chin, protruding through Kevlar full-body soft armor. He knelt down on one knee, his face covered in sweat.

His heart felt like it was about to explode, and a rumbling sound echoed in his ears—the sound of his own blood and heart, especially loud and painful. He couldn't breathe through his mouth or nose at all; a feeling of suffocation enveloped his heart.

Even with his spine perfectly straight, he couldn't withstand the immense pressure. In the end, he was drenched in sweat and pressed to the ground. His capillaries bled, his eyes bulged, and blood vessels rapidly spread from the whites of his eyes, making them look extremely gruesome. His face was clearly covered with sweat mixed with blood from his pores.

Constantine looked down at Bruce, who was pinned to the ground by the magic that amplified the air quality.

Bruce was unable to speak. No matter how tightly he clenched his teeth, he couldn't resist the powerful gravity created by the magic. He couldn't even move a finger.

Under such immense pressure, even the strongest human would die from ruptured internal organs if the time exceeds 5 seconds.

In the very second, the pair of Bat Dart behind Constantine, crackling with azure arcs of electricity, began to spin and crisscross as they flew toward his back.

Then, the dark clouds and restless thunder in the sky were stirred up by the Bat Dart.