"Crack, crack, crack-"
The teeth-grating sound of bones scraping together echoed through the night.
Retsu Unohana held both hands over Yang Ming's chest. Emerald light writhed like living snakes, forcing its way into wounds deep enough to expose bone.
His broken ribs were forcibly realigned under her overpowering reiatsu, while torn muscle fibers knitted together and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yang Ming lay in the mud, his entire body twitching with pain, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Retsu... easy! You're really going to kill me!" Yang Ming clenched his teeth and forced the words out between them.
"Boss, if you keep squirming, I won't be responsible if your bones heal crooked." Retsu Unohana wore a gentle smile, but an eerie gleam flickered in her eyes. Rather than easing, the reiatsu at her fingertips intensified.
Yang Ming rolled his eyes and blacked out from the pain for half a second, only to be jolted awake by more agony.
Three meters away.
Bruce Wayne stood ramrod straight. His Batsuit, which had cost tens of millions, was covered in scratches and scorch marks. Only a short scrap of his black cape remained hanging from his shoulders.
He remained motionless, but his left hand gripped the sole high-explosive Batarang left in his Utility Belt. Data flashed wildly across his tactical lenses as they attempted to analyze the green light.
[Energy type: unknown] [Cellular repair speed: 10,000% beyond human limits]
Bruce's jaw tightened. This woman was neither a mutant nor an alien. The sheer aura of deathly stillness she exuded was more dangerous than those Kryptonian lunatics in Metropolis.
The green light slowly faded.
Yang Ming let out a long breath and sat up on the muddy lawn. He wiped the blood from his face and twisted his