Batman moved through the unprepared assassins as easily as cutting through melons and vegetables. Anyone he grabbed was crippled on the spot—arms broken, shinbones kicked clean through.
Having trained with the Assassin League, Batman knew exactly how destructive these people could be, so he showed no mercy.
"Fuck your ancestors! Couldn't you have warned me?!"
Miao Mu lay on the ground with his hands over his eyes, tears streaming down his face. The blinding flash was absolutely lethal.
The key was that it was a flashbang—it caused dizziness!
In his heart, Miao Mu cursed Batman's ancestors for eighteen generations. He had just thrown off his coat and prepared to fight when everything before his eyes turned white. He could see nothing, and his ears rang.
Batman paid no attention to Miao Mu's curses. This gadget had been prepared specifically to counter Miao Mu from the beginning. Not just anyone could casually catch his Batarangs.
The result... was unexpectedly good. Especially after fighting Red Claw, Batman's Utility Belt was never short of this special type of Batarang, and its effects had been enhanced.
Just as Batman raised an elbow and knocked down an assassin, he suddenly sensed something. He swiftly turned and raised his arm. Metal screeched against metal.
A shark-shaped longsword scraped across Batman's vambrace. Its broad blade prevented the hooked edge of his vambrace from catching it, while the serrations along its spine glinted with chilling light.
Batman immediately raised his other hand and drove down a heavy punch. At the same time, he used the hook on his vambrace to lock the blade in place, intending to snap it.
He had broken dozens of swords with that move, including a collector-grade European longsword.
But this blade was different. It was too broad, like a vicious, bloodthirsty great white