The air was scorching.
The Kryptonian Soldier looked down at Bruce and Dave from above, the scarlet light in his eyes, devoid of whites, growing ever brighter.
The wreckage of the surrounding buildings crackled gratingly under the heat. Even the asphalt began to melt and bubble.
"Get back!"
Bruce seized Dave by the back of his collar and hauled him behind him. His black cape snapped outward as both hands danced across his belt.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three specially made high-explosive Batarangs, blinking with deadly red light, shot toward the Kryptonian Soldier's face and throat in a treacherous triangular formation.
Those three bombs packed enough explosive force to reduce a heavy armored vehicle to scrap.
The Kryptonian Soldier did not even blink.
Boom!
The explosion instantly engulfed the Kryptonian Soldier's head, but when the flames cleared, his brutish face did not have so much as a scratch.
The explosive force, powerful enough to tear steel apart, became as laughable as a snap pop the moment it struck the invisible biological force field covering his body.
"Primitive toys." The Kryptonian Soldier bared his teeth in a cruel grin.
The next second, the scarlet light in his eyes erupted!
Hiss!
Two thick beams of Heat Vision sliced through the air like the Grim Reaper's scythes, shooting straight toward Bruce's face!
"Get down!"
Bruce spun around and covered Dave beneath his broad black cape. The cape used Wayne Enterprises' most advanced heat-resistant ceramic coating, capable of withstanding sustained blasts from a flamethrower.
But against a Kryptonian's Heat Vision, it was as fragile as tissue paper.
Rrrip!
It held for only half a second before the black cape carbonized and shattered. A terrifying impact, carrying a wave of heat, slammed into master and apprentice's chests like a ten-thousand-ton hammer.
Bang!
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