Thump, thump.
"I'm done fighting. I drank too much. Bleurgh!"
Jason sprawled beside the pool and vomited the moment he opened his mouth. Dick floated up only after soaking in the water for quite a while, coughing and choking.
Bruce rolled his wrists, then took off his suit jacket and gestured with one hand. "Come on, keep going!"
"Ughhh..."
Croc-Man, tied up with ropes behind them, rolled all over the ground like a tumbler toy, yet still could not free himself.
More importantly, the ropes were tied in a way that left him unable to exert any strength.
"Now, I'm going to find Miao Mu. I'll bring you along as a meeting gift. You'd better finish throwing up now, so you won't have to throw up again later."
Bruce dragged Jason out of the pool by his collar as if he were carrying a chick.
"Ah!"
Dick, who had been playing dead in the water, saw his chance and sprang up, launching another flying kick.
"Too much movement, and your jump was too low. Three points."
Bruce turned aside, and Dick's flying kick hit nothing but air.
He crashed to the ground with a thump.
Luckily, Dick had come from the circus and was used to bumps, bruises, and sprains. Otherwise, he would not even have been able to get back up.
Bruce walked over, grabbed Dick by the back of the neck with one hand, applied a little force, and gave him a shake.
Dick, who had been trying to struggle, instantly went limp all over.
Bruce carried one in each hand and headed outside when he heard a piercing scream.
The circus drumbeat had just stopped, making that scream especially shrill. It was a woman's scream.
It sounded as though she had been badly frightened.
Bruce turned and