Anti-Deathstroke Armor

Whoosh!

Inside the gym, a dark figure climbed up the wall.

Suddenly, several whooshing sounds came from the air. The dark figure tensed its limbs and used the reaction force to leap into the air, performing a highly difficult body fold in mid-air with a move comparable to a world-class acrobatic performance.

The dark figure tumbled over, hugging its knees, and lowered its body as it landed.

She raised one hand high and supported herself with the other on the ground, her movements extremely graceful, like a cat, without making a sound.

It's Selina Gomez, dressed in a black bodysuit that perfectly showcases her curvaceous and sexy figure.

A perfect landing and ending!

Selina was secretly delighted. Whether she could become a superhero or not was not important; the key was that she looked really cool right now!

"Don't lose focus during the fight; keep your attention highly concentrated." Russell appeared behind Selina and delivered a merciless whip kick.

Selina did a forward somersault, bracing herself with her hands on the ground, and sprang into the air, attempting to widen the distance between herself and Russell.

The idea is good, but she's too weak!

Bang!

Russell stepped forward and instantly stood next to Selina, level with her.

Oh no!

Selina's eyes narrowed to pinpoints. She could see Russell rushing towards her and anticipate Russell next move, as well as the angle from which he would attack her.

But while he could see and sense it, his body couldn't keep up. Russell landed a hook to his abdomen, abruptly changing his trajectory. He went from moving backward to vertically upward, slamming hard into the ceiling.

Bang!

A sharp pain, as if her spine were breaking, shot through her back. Selina gasped for breath. Instead of trying to regain her balance after falling, she curled up her limbs to protect her head, chest, abdomen, and other vital areas.

She knew very well that Russell's attack was not over yet. Although he said he would never hit a woman, he was ruthless in his actions and especially loved to slap her in the face.

Sure enough, before Selina could even land, she was sent flying by a whip kick that came flying through the air, and slammed sideways into the wall.

Bang!

Selina fell to the ground, her arms and back throbbing with pain as if they were broken. She gritted her teeth and stood up, trying to regulate her breathing. When she saw the dark figure rushing towards her, she didn't think twice and instinctively rolled to the side.

Russell grabbed Selina's ankle, slammed her to the ground, then grabbed her head and cupped her face in his hands.

"Remember, don't always think about aerial operations during combat. Unless you can fly, that will only make you a sitting duck."

After saying that, Russell didn't wait for Selina to reply before he headbutted her, leaving her dizzy and paralyzed on the ground for a long time before she could recover.

After taking down Selina, Russell rolled up his sleeves, pressed the stopwatch, raised an eyebrow, and said, "The total time is 25 seconds. Subtracting the time you spent running away, the actual head-on combat only lasted less than 4 seconds."

"..."

Selina braced herself on the ground, greedily breathing in the fresh air, too weak to speak.

"Too weak. Even though I went easy on you, you never managed to mount a single effective counterattack during the fight. You were either running away or getting beaten up the whole time."

"You piece of trash, how dare you dream of being a superhero..."

Russell lowered his head, his eyes filled with disdain. "Save your breath. If I really gave you a hero's uniform and sent you out to fight crime, you'd be beaten to a pulp that very night, and by the time people found you, you'd be full of righteous indignation!"

"Since you're all so upright, why don't you go stand on the street? With your looks, you could definitely make a fortune."

He relentlessly mocked Selina, physically attacking her while mercilessly trampling on her self-esteem.

This is also a form of training. Selina is just an ordinary person. Not only are her combat skills not up to her physical abilities, but she is also too weak mentally.

To avoid encountering a sharp-tongued enemy and losing her composure from being verbally attacked, Russell wanted to help her get used to it first.

There was no other way; only through both physical and mental suppression could Selina gradually rebound and achieve rapid growth.

According to Russell's criteria for evaluating superheroes, Selina is utterly useless, not even qualifying as an intern.

In fact, Selina wasn't as bad as Russell made her out to be. After being beaten for four days, her progress was clearly visible.

He has developed an impressive ability to withstand blows, making him an expert at taking a beating!

Her mental fortitude has also improved considerably. She has learned how to control the cat instincts within her, and even when she smells catnip that tempts her, she can suppress that desire with her own willpower.

Under Russell's relentless ridicule, Selina's eyes blazed with anger. With a sharp cry, she scrambled to her feet and lunged at Russell with lightning speed.

"Idiot, your attack was too direct; you're just asking to get beaten up!"

As Russell spoke, he sidestepped and secretly kicked Selina, tripping her to the ground.

Selina twisted her body, landed, and rolled over to dissipate the force and quickly got up.

As soon as she turned around, she was met with a punch from Russell. Although she was prepared and raised her hands to block, she was still sent flying.

"Remember, agility is your greatest strength. Don't always think about going head-to-head with me. Learn to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses, understand?"

"Drink!"

As she spoke, Selina lunged forward again, her claws on her finger guards aimed straight at Russell's chest and face.

"I told you not to always think about aerial operations, why don't you understand?"

Russell sighed and turned to the side, raising his right fist to face Selina, letting her slam her face into his fist.

Because of the difference in arm span, Selina collided face-first with Russell's fist, but her claws failed to scratch Russell, leaving her completely bewildered.

Regardless of what Selina thought, Russell raised his hand and struck the sore vein in her arm, then firmly grasped her slender wrist.

Selina knew she was in trouble and tried to break free with all her might, but she was struck in the abdomen by an elbow strike that followed. Before she could catch her breath, the strength she had managed to muster vanished without a trace.

Russell stepped to the side and easily hurled Selina over his shoulder, sending her flying into the air and crashing to his feet.

Bang!

Selina landed on her back, speechless, her hands reaching for her back, thrashing about wildly, clearly badly injured.

This not only made Selina feel like her bones were about to fall apart, but also caused the anger that Russell had stirred up to dissipate.

Russell touched Selina's forehead with his fingertip, transferring a bit of Angel's Power to her, instantly healing her internal injuries. He then reached out and pulled her up from the ground.

"Selina, how are you feeling?"

Ignoring Russell's amiable demeanor, Selina rolled her eyes and said, "This is terrible. I feel like this isn't training; it's just that you wanted to beat me up, and you actually did it."

"Don't overthink it. Although you're a great punching bag, I don't need you as a punching bag."

"..."

Selina was exhausted and sighed again.

Time is the sole criterion for testing all truth. After spending four days together, she gained a general understanding of what kind of person Russell was.

It's safe to say that not all angels are righteous; some angels will preach grand principles while taking advantage of you!

Fortunately, despite his unconventional behavior, Russell never went too far. When instructing her on exercise, he never took the opportunity to grope her; he basically beat her to a pulp, resulting in numerous injuries and broken bones.

"..."

Selina clutched her head, realizing something was wrong. She thought she might be sick and needed to see a psychologist.

"That's it for today's training. I'll give you half a day off, but remember to be back before 10 p. m.," Russell said, pulling out the keys to his supercar and a credit card from the side. He patted Selina on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Eat what you want, play what you want, buy the clothes you want, and don't let life leave any regrets."

Selina immediately broke out in a cold sweat and stammered, "Mr. Russell, could you explain it more clearly? I may have misunderstood you."

"There's no misunderstanding, it's exactly as you think. Tonight I'll take you out to fight crime, for practical training, to accelerate your growth."

"This is too sudden, I'm not ready... How about tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?" Selina chuckled awkwardly and took two steps back.

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow again! How many tomorrows there are!"

Russell sighed and was about to launch into another long-winded discourse when, as soon as he raised his right hand, his fingers struck empty air.

He met Selina's disdainful gaze, shrugged, and said, "Not being ready is just an excuse; you're just running away. To be honest, it's okay if you're not ready. It's like bungee jumping; if you say you're not ready, just give yourself a push and you're off."

After saying that, Russell ignored Selina's struggles and dragged her out the door. "Little kitty, you can go crazy now, but remember to come back at 10 o'clock, or I'll show you what the Iron Fist of justice is."

Selina left dejectedly, but like a cat, her mood could change in an instant. Upon seeing the luxury supercar in the garage, she immediately woke up, rushed into the car, and sped off towards the city center.

Selina felt that tonight might be the last night of her life, so in order not to have any regrets, she decided to go on a shopping spree and max out her credit card.

At the same time, inside the Batcave, Batman Bruce Wayne, with the help of his butler Alfred, was working hard to upgrade his Battle Armor and update some gadgets along the way.

He used computer simulations to fight Russell, striving to achieve a 100% win rate in various environments.

Even 99% won't work, because that 1% represents failure, meaning there are still two possibilities for winning or losing.

Alfred took out his gold belt, pressed the mechanism, and drew a deep blue Laser Sword: "Belt Laser Sword, for Deathstroke, which is Mr. Russell's sharp longsword weapon."

As he spoke, he unfastened the various inner buckles of his belt and explained one by one, "Based on the last battle, I discovered that Deathstroke's armor is not perfect; there are many weaknesses that can be exploited..."

"For example, this Sonic Disruptor caused him quite a bit of trouble before, as did the swarms of bats."

"And these too: High-Heat Gauntlets, Acid Batarangs, Mini Freeze Grenades —all capable of penetrating his armor..."

Seeing his master remain expressionless, still adjusting the new Battle Armor, Alfred coughed lightly and raised his voice slightly. "Besides, Deathstroke is arrogant and always makes careless mistakes in battle, so I've prepared some small traps specifically for that, such as these..."

"You can use an electromagnetic pulse to destroy Deathstroke's glider. If you fail, it's okay. The bat arm guards have been fitted with new launchable mini-bombs to replace the original Plastic Explosive. If Deathstroke still wants to remove the bat helmet, the Potent Coma Gas will give him an unforgettable memory. Just a light inhale will be enough to knock down even an elephant in an instant."

"A-Fu, none of what you've said will be decisive."

Bruce was adjusting the data of the new Battle Armor on his computer, simulating a battle, and said coldly, "Deathstroke has Superman physical abilities and can easily dodge the projectiles he releases. The only way to defeat him is to rely on this Batsuit!"

Upon hearing this, Alfred put down his bat belt, gauntlets, and helmet, and looked at the new suit hanging in mid-air.

The suit is entirely black, with a thick, light-absorbing coating that gives it a heavy feel. It features a fully enclosed design, with a bright red Batman logo on the chest.

A bat with outstretched wings!

Compared to the original suit, the enhanced Batsuit has improved defense, insulation, and a thruster on the back, supporting high-speed combat.

In addition, it has a built-in supercomputer that automatically tracks enemy movements and enhances the user's speed and strength...

It's less of an upgrade and more of a complete version change.

Alfred gazed at the unfinished War Machine and murmured, "Sir, have you named it?"

"Anti-Deathstroke Armor!"