Bruce's heavily armored arms locked Peter's arms behind his back, and Peter could not help crying out in pain.
Bruce said, "Your fighting technique is far too weak... No, you have no technique at all."
"Yes, I admit it, because I haven't had time to learn that sort of thing yet. But, sir, could you answer one question? Are you really Batman?"
At that, Bruce instantly became alert. He could not talk to an "enemy."
So he pressed his lips together and remained silent.
Then he had to endure Peter's rambling, relentless verbal bombardment.
Unable to bear it any longer, Bruce suddenly reached out and tore off Peter's mask.
Peter froze. He hurriedly looked around, and only after seeing no one nearby did he sigh in relief. "Sir, could you cover my face? I don't want my real identity exposed."
Bruce was also stunned when he saw Peter's face. He had not expected Spider-Man, whom he had fought for so long, to be a child.
"Let him go!"
A sharp shout suddenly came from beside them.
Bruce instantly released Peter's arms and twisted aside, avoiding an arrow aimed at his head.
Peter leaned against the wall, rubbing his shoulders as he breathed heavily.
"Thank you, Sister Antonia!"
"You're welcome!"
Antonia was fully encased in armor, with a pair of black bat wings spread behind her. She swiftly nocked and fired arrows, each one whistling through the air and forcing Bruce steadily backward.
Notably, Antonia's arrows were not physical objects. They seemed to be condensed from electrified energy, and each one blasted a deep crater into the ground upon impact.
After landing, Antonia sharply flicked the bow in her hand. Its curved body instantly straightened, while sharp spikes extended from both ends.
She threw the strange weapon at Bruce, who dodged