Knights of the Round Table

But this was no great problem for Merlin. With a wave of his staff, Bane returned to the state he had been in before his knees were shattered.

"Batman!" Seeing Batman fighting Lancelot, Bane injected the Venom from his tubes into his brain and instantly lost his reason,

then lunged at Batman.

The newly summoned Gareth immediately intercepted him. Her knight's shield slammed into Bane's fist with a thunderous crash.

"I am Gareth, the Fighting Spirit Knight! Whatever you intend to do, you must get past me first!"

The sound drew Batman's attention, and he continued provoking Lancelot. "That must be Gareth of the Fair Hands. Who would have thought someone you killed would now be helping you hold off your enemies—"

"Gawain! I'll slaughter you!" Lancelot furiously raised his flail and smashed it toward Batman's head, but Batman easily dodged again, leaving him empty-handed.

Lancelot's martial skill far surpassed Batman's, yet Batman parried or evaded every attack and occasionally seized an opening to strike back. Although he inflicted little damage, it made the fight unbearably frustrating for Lancelot.

Batman kept adding fuel to the fire, dredging up his shameful past every time he opened his mouth. Unfortunately, Lancelot's deeds were difficult to defend, which only made him angrier and his attacks more reckless.

Batman seized an opening and drove his spear through Lancelot's skull.

"It's no use. Unlike the other Knights of the Round Table, Lancelot and Gawain's magic is already fully linked to the circle. As long as this magic circle remains, they can keep repairing themselves," Merlin reminded him. "There's no need to take risks. Just keep wearing him down."

"I'm only drawing out his openings. No risk required," Batman said calmly. He dodged another furious blow from Lancelot and slashed his arm with his sword.

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