What was the secret to defeating many with few?
The answer was guerrilla warfare. As long as they kept moving, they would not find themselves surrounded by enemies on every side. Facing enemies coming from only one or two directions, the two handled them with ease.
Owlman relied on his agility, firing his Grappling Hook to weave between the columns and occasionally throwing darts behind him. The pursuing cubs fell in waves like mosquitoes flying through an electric grid.
Qin Wei relied on the endless assortment of useful gadgets in his belt.
He pulled out a sticky bomb, threw it onto a stone pillar beside him, and pressed the detonator as his pursuers passed.
Boom!
The entire hall shook, dust raining down amid the explosion.
A large swath of the pursuing cubs was blown apart, while smoke obscured the vision of those remaining.
Qin Wei seized the opportunity to double back and attack.
While the cubs were struggling to open their eyes through the smoke and dust, a black shadow ambushed them and tore through their formation. An uppercut followed by a backward kick brought down the two enemies closest to Qin Wei as he charged into the crowd, quietly dropping a high-explosive grenade on the floor.
When he fired his Grappling Hook and soared into the air, a brilliant burst of sparks bloomed behind him.
Just like that, the two fought as they retreated, slaughtering the entire army of several hundred cubs within minutes.
When only one enemy remained, the brainwashed cub stumbled over his comrades' corpses and launched a suicidal charge at Owlman.
Then steel claws pierced his eyes.
Owlman mercilessly sliced off his head and hefted it in his palm, playing with it and admiring it.
"Stop playing. We have work to do."
Qin Wei was already