Just as Diana was about to retort, the battle beside her finally came to an end.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dull thuds of impact were incessant; it was a crushing defeat with no suspense whatsoever.
Thor didn't even use any fancy techniques; he simply stood there, letting Bruce use every trick in the book, employing every fighting style he had ever learned.
No matter how swift or tricky Bruce's attacks were, Thor could always deflect them in the simplest and most direct way, and then retaliate in an even simpler and more brutal manner.
A straight punch easily shattered Bruce's proud block, sending him staggering backward.
With a sweeping kick, Bruce, who had just regained his balance, lost his footing again and fell heavily to the ground.
For Thor, this didn't even qualify as a battle.
Although the power of the laws within him was suppressed, his spiritual perception still enveloped the entire space.
Every muscle contraction, every heartbeat, and even every thought of attack that Bruce was about to unleash was clearly visualized in his mind.
This isn't fighting; this is a complete dimensional reduction attack!
Even if the all-knowing Batman from the Prime Universe were to personally arrive, he would only be able to take a beating in the face of such cheat-like precognitive abilities.
"Bang!"
Another merciless over-the-shoulder throw sent Bruce crashing to the ground like a rag doll, letting out a muffled groan of pain.
He struggled to get up, but a foot in a tactical boot slammed down on his chest, immobilizing him.
Thor lowered his head and slowly pulled a pistol from the Utility Belt at his waist.
The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at the face on the ground, which bore some resemblance to his own but was filled with pain and resentment.
Bruce's breathing quickened. He stared intently at the muzzle of the gun, but instead of fear, his eyes burned with a strange, malicious flame.
You can't kill me.
He spoke hoarsely, a twisted laugh in his voice, "I will return again, and I hope you're prepared then, my... father. Then, I won't show any mercy."
Thor's face remained expressionless; he simply pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, echoing in the empty underground space.
Bruce's head tilted to the side, and the flame in his eyes went out completely.
Thor glanced disdainfully at the corpse at his feet and casually tossed the pistol back into his belt.
Returning again? How naive.
He knew, of course, that as long as Barbatos's dark energy remained, these Dark Knight could be resurrected Infinity.
However, the prerequisite for resurrection is not encountering a true nemesis.
For example, being completely Oblivion by the Ninth Metal or Tenth Metal.
Thor sneered inwardly.
Putting aside the fact that he borrowed Hawkgirl 'Shayera Nth Metal warhammer when he arrived, the Enigma Force he had just acquired was exactly what countered these twisted creations of the Dark Multiverse.
The significance of the first ray of light in the universe is no exaggeration.
At worst, he could spend some time refining the Tenth Metal, which is scarce in this universe.
But that would be too boring.
In any case, the ultimate outcome of this universe is that the three leaders of the Justice League jump into the World Forge, drawing out the Genesis Metal.
These metals are all valuable items; for him, there's no reason to let such good things slip by easily.
Moreover, by taking these metals in advance, he could prevent an excessive amount of the Tenth Metal from shattering the Source Wall, releasing the sealed Creator Goddess Perpetua, and thus triggering the next, even more deadly " Death Metal " event.
Thinking about it this way, my actions were practically savior-like!
The Justice League of this universe will really have to give themselves a shout-out when the time comes!
Just then, Diana silently walked over and picked up the Sword of Hephaestus and the Shield of God from the ground.
She glanced at Thor, then at the empty ground, and asked, "Do you have a way out?"
Thor glanced at her, his gaze lingering for a moment on her classic red, gold, and blue armor, before lazily saying, "Yes, but we'll have to see who the unlucky guy closest to you is first."
Diana frowned, puzzled. "What do you mean? What unlucky guy?"
"Just like you, the guy who got dragged into a 1v1 arena for a one-on-one duel by that ugly-smiling bat monster."
As he spoke, Thor pulled a strangely shaped Batcomputer from his belt and began to debug it.
Diana's expression hardened, and upon hearing this, her tone became urgent. "Then please hurry! I can't watch my friends be in danger!"
"Don't worry," Thor replied without looking up, his fingers flying across the screen, "They won't kill your teammates."
"Why?" Diana pressed.
"Because they need you 'human batteries'."
Thor explained, stating a fact in a flat tone, "If I'm not mistaken, when I came here, that guy named Cyborg Victor Stone is hanging on Challengers Mountain in Gotham, like a piece of dried-out bacon."
Diana's body stiffened.
Looking at the man before her, who bore Thomas Wayne's face, she finally asked the question that had been nagging at her, "You... you really are Bruce's father from another multiverse?"
Thor paused for a moment while adjusting the computer.
He looked up at Diana with his aged eyes and suddenly asked a seemingly random question:
"Do you know that when Bruce was seven years old, at a charity gala at the Wayne Manor, he drank too much soda and got nervous, so he wet his pants in front of half of Gotham's high society?"
Diana was taken aback by the sudden question, a look of shock crossing her face. She instinctively replied, "... Um, I don't know."
"Then you still don't understand Bruce, Diana." Thor's fingers tapped one last time on the computer screen, which displayed a 3D map with several flashing red dots. He said very calmly.
"Otherwise, we wouldn't have been unable to defeat someone like that."
Diana fell completely silent.
She couldn't refute it.
Because she simply couldn't defeat that the Merciless; that's a fact.
The opponent's armor, enhanced by the power of the God of War, was indestructible; even her Sword of Hephaestus could only leave shallow scratches on it.
But the man who claimed to be Batman's father, wielding only his shield and Mjolnir a prized possession), easily smashed that helmet that would make even the gods tremble.
She desperately wanted to ask why, but knowing Bruce as she did, she knew that if she actually asked, this "father version" of Batman would most likely only answer with that classic line—
Because I am Batman.
After all that, Thor finally "tested" his equipment, which was of course just to better conceal the fact that he was cheating.
He put away the Batcomputer, stood up, and stared at a point in the void.
"Let's go," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I heard that among those seven Batman, there's a disobedient 'daughter.' Hopefully, this guy will at least satisfy me a little."
Before he could finish speaking, a dark blue portal suddenly tore open in front of him, revealing a twisted and rotating underwater amusement park behind it.