"You can try it today, come on!"
Jason's eager eyes could no longer hold back, Batman, that was a terrifying existence on the level of urban legends.
He was really looking forward to this fight!
As soon as he stepped on it, Jason jumped up and started with a standard straight punch, which was extremely fast.
Especially, this is a left-hand punch, it comes as a surprise!
But in the eyes of Bruce.
The speed of Jason is still a bit slow, far less threatening than the eager Big Man behind it.
Therefore, Bruce planned to deal with Jason first. He directly raised his hand to catch the fist from Jason, then threw it over his shoulder. Instead of hitting the ground, he turned around and threw it out.
With a plop.
Jason fell into a large blue pool nearby and took a refreshing cold shower.
It's a one-shot kill.
If it had been someone else, Bruce would have fallen to the ground with the first move, and the arm joints would have been removed.
Seeing Jason being thrown into the water, Croc-Man jumped over directly. His move was to be powerful and heavy.
Relying on his rough skin and thick flesh, he is strong enough.
I also learned the circus wrestling show for a few years. I put on a big posture and caught the enemy and threw him violently.
It's like throwing a sack, full of absolute violence.
And the guests who hired him also liked to see killers or other people who suddenly appeared.
Croc-Man grabbed his collar with one hand, pulled him up, and then threw him six to seven meters away.
That sense of security is unparalleled.
But in the eyes of Bruce, this is still a little bit worse. The moves are too big, too focused on the expression of strength, there is no skill in exerting force, and most importantly, the wrong enemy is found.
Croc-Man rushed over a few steps away, opened his arms and was embraced to kill him.
His arms were as strong as iron pliers, and he immediately hugged him without suffocating him until he passed out.
It can even break the opponent's sternum. It's really a killing!
"Slow!"
Bruce ducked down, raised his hand and elbowed, and in the process of hiding, he hit Croc-Man's leg.
His legs shook and he lost his balance. Croc-Man fell to the ground with an empty hand in his arms.
Croc-Man was about to raise his hands and get up.
Bruce, who had already stood up, raised his foot and kicked Croc-Man on the back of the head and neck.
If the strength is right at that place, it can make people fall asleep temporarily. If the strength is not right, they will fall asleep for the rest of their lives.
Then, Bruce pulled a high-strength climbing rope from his belt and tied Croc-Man up.
Croc-Man, who claimed to be able to fight three, lost!
Just in case, Bruce also planned to hoist Croc-Man, just when he was about to tie the rope and start.
Something flew over from the sky.
Bruce, who was sensitive, instantly kicked him up. It was a wet coat that Jason was wearing just now!
"Lie down for me!"
Under the cover of his coat, Jason rushed over, stood upright, struck with all his strength, and punched Bruce in the abdomen.
The heavy impact did make Bruce feel pain for a moment, but it was only a moment, but this child was capable.
In another ten years, I might be able to surpass myself.
Miao Mu found a good boy.
After Bruce thought about it in his mind, he decided not to hold back, but to fight Jason in an honest and fair manner.
So Bruce turned around and kicked high to the side. As soon as Jason reacted, he was kicked into the pool again.
The speed was frighteningly fast, and the force was extremely heavy.
Jason only felt his head buzzing, but his fierce energy also emerged, and he had to compete with Bruce.
"Come again!"
Jason stood up and roared, his blood boiling in his chest, and his adrenaline soared with the roar.
Plop!
Bruce raised his hand and pushed Jason into the pool. It's good for young people to be passionate, but they shouldn't be distracted when fighting!
Guluuluulu...
A burst of water bubbles emerged from the pool.
Jason struggled fiercely, and as soon as he came up to take a breath, he was pushed in again, and he just drank water.
"What are you doing!"
An exclamation was shouted from the top of the cargo box on one side.
Bruce raised his head and looked over. Jason took the opportunity to emerge from the water, raised his hand and punched Bruce in the chest.
Bruce punched Jason into the water again with a backhand punch.
Where the exclamation came from just now, a cargo box crashed down. It was used by the circus to store some odds and ends.
The wooden box was broken into pieces, and colorful balls were scattered on the ground.
Bruce was about to explain when several shaking sand bells hit him on the head.
"You murderer! You almost drowned him!"
The person who spoke was a young man about half his age, who looked to be two or three years older than Jason, about seventeen or eighteen years old.
Wearing a blue-black tights with reflective paper lights on it, it is an acrobatic performance costume.
Jason jumped out of the water. When he saw Bruce dodging, he quickly jumped out of the pool and outflanked him from the right.
With a sliding shovel, Bruce was about to be thrown down by one leg.
Bruce is more flexible, but just as he dodged, he received a bottle on his forehead, which was a bottle thrown during an acrobatic performance.
Taking this opportunity, Jason hugged Bruce's thigh, stood up on both feet, and pulled onions on dry land, using all his strength.
"Get him!"
The young man in the acrobatic costume performed backflips flexibly and took off directly. He raised his leg and wanted to kick Bruce in the face.
One grabs the leg and hugs the leg, and the other kicks in the air.
It does work well together.
However, what they are facing is Bruce Wayne, a being who beats or gets beaten every night.
Less than twenty seconds.
There were two sounds of water in the pool.
One more person was thrown into the cold bath.
Bruce looked at the young man in tights, reached into his pocket and took out the ticket, which had his photo on it.
Flying Graysons's the Flying Graysons, Dick·Grayson.
"Pfft, who is he?!"
Dick popped his head out of the cold water and shouted through gritted teeth.
"Bruce Wayne, Playboy, if you can't defeat him, you may lose face. My name is Jason, what about you?"
Jason stood up, stretched out his hands and pulled open the wet shirt with a loud sound, revealing his muscular body.
Under the stimulation of the cold water, it looks stronger.
"My name is Dick, Dick·Grayson, but why are you fighting in our circus?"
Dick wiped his wet hair and looked warily at Bruce outside the pool, looking for opportunities at any time.
"Don't underestimate him, come together, I'll tell you if you promise!"
Jason stepped out of the pool, Dick looked around, reached for the soft water pipe next to it, and ran towards the faucet