Thanksgiving with Parents is Coming Soon, Happy or Not?

Although Batman's panel data listed him as being at the peak of human condition, many of his moves had already gone beyond the realm of humanity.

Just like Captain America Steve, whom Du Mu knew—he also bore the title of peak human, yet he could fall from dozens of meters in the air without suffering so much as a scratch, and could trade moves with anyone, his upper limit unknown.

But Steve had at least taken a few shots of Super Soldier Serum, making him a technology-enhanced warrior.

Batman was different.

Purely natural, no additives. There wasn't even a drop of technological enhancement in his body. It was absurd.

At that moment, Batman had just slipped aside to evade Du Mu's straight punch. As his body spun sideways, a row of matte blades sprang from the bracer on his right forearm, slashing backward across Du Mu's ribs.

Screech—!

The blades scraped against the surface of the suit, throwing up a shower of sparks. The sound was like someone scraping a ceramic plate with all their strength using a fork, so grating it made one's teeth ache.

The blades on his bracer had been treated with a special alloy and could easily cut through ordinary metal, yet this strike against Du Mu's Spider-Man Suit left only a faint white mark.

Batman frowned slightly.

He had long since realized that Du Mu wore a high-tech suit, one with a level of technology so astonishing that it far surpassed this era's technological standards.

Batman was no stranger to opponents like this.

He had encountered plenty of high-tech criminals before. Usually, as long as the advanced equipment they relied upon was destroyed, their combat power would plummet off a cliff.

Having made up his mind, Batman did not retreat any further. Instead, he pressed