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CHAPTER 33
🕑 Added 2025-05-06 17:29:24 +0000 UTC"Before we fight, I want to ask, when you guys made your moves earlier, what was that 'Electric Current Propulsion' you mentioned? What is it? Technology or a technique!"
Deathstroke was very curious about the things they had shouted out when they made their moves earlier!
"Oh~? Truly worthy of the legendary mercenary Deathstroke, your brain works pretty fast! You guessed it right away, impressive, impressive!"
Max clapped his hands slowly in encouragement, very perfunctorily.
This posture,反而 (on the contrary/instead), made Deathstroke feel that perhaps he had guessed wrong.
"Fine, don't tell me! You'll talk after I beat you up. My interrogation techniques have always been very effective!" Deathstroke reversed his grip on his sword and charged towards Jason with all his might.
Jason, however, stood still and began to gather power: "Good timing! Electric Current Propulsion! Ten Thousand Volts, Fucking Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist!"
Under Deathstroke's mask, his lips curled upwards. The opponent's easy-to-understand personality, "So young! Robin."
Just when Jason's lightning-infused fist was about two meters away from hitting Deathstroke!
The hilt of Deathstroke's reverse-gripped sword suddenly fired a specially made steel cable towards the Wayne villa.
Jason's pupils contracted; he was familiar with this thing! It was the grappling hook gun he and Batman often used! Only Deathstroke had modified it into his sword hilt!
Deathstroke's direction of advance suddenly changed, and he abruptly flew towards the Wayne villa.
Jason's composure was shattered by this shameless maneuver. He ran a couple of steps, realizing he wasn't as fast: "Fuck, you fucking cheated!"
He was so furious that he directed the electric current to his legs, and a five-meter-long electric whip lashed out towards the special steel cable!
Deathstroke seemed to sense it, abruptly pulling hard on the steel cable, increasing his movement speed, and just managed to dodge the electric whip kicked out by Jason!
"Robin's temper is truly explosive, far worse than Batman's! Since Batman isn't coming out, I'll find him myself!"
Crash!
Kicking and shattering the glass, Deathstroke burst in through the window!
Max quickly caught up with the furiously running Jason. After signaling him to stop, he said:
"Tsk tsk tsk, don't be anxious! Robin, just wait here, no need to chase after him. Batman is still inside! We just need to guard outside; he'll come out sooner or later!"
"Damn it! He clearly had the stance of wanting to duel me just now, and then he actually ran away using a grappling hook! This damned coward!"
Jason couldn't stomach it. The direction of his Electric Current Propulsion changed, converging towards his legs. His electricity-wreathed feet stomped hard on the lawn!
This caused that area to flicker intermittently due to the flashing electric light.
Max consoled him, "Calm down. Not everyone likes a frontal assault. Most people's battles rely on deception and sneak attacks! As long as you keep training, keep getting stronger, in the future, you can become strong enough to..."
"Enough, I've heard your set speech enough times! Sooner or later, I will face you in a direct confrontation and then defeat you!"
"Hey, that's the spirit. Don't worry about temporary gains or losses, Jason. In this world, as long as you're strong enough, anything can be achieved!"
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"Master, do I need to activate the villa's traps?"
The internal traps in the villa were easy to activate, but recycling them would be rather troublesome, which is why Alfred asked for Bruce Wayne's opinion.
"No need. I'll deal with Deathstroke myself!"
Batman stood up from the Batcomputer, practiced a few fist technique postures, felt his whole body warm up. Warm-up complete.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of him!"
(I will win!)
Batman walked into the elevator, heading straight for the third-floor study entrance.
Stepping out of the door, he walked directly towards the room where Deathstroke was!
Deathstroke tried his best to suppress his breathing. Noticing that the two behind him hadn't followed, he instantly became nervous.
'Could Batman have also become a superpowered individual!'
Thinking of this, Deathstroke became even more inclined to stay. He was very curious whether Batman had become a superpowered individual.
He gripped his sword normally and silently walked out of the room he was hiding in!
There were night lights in the villa corridor. Although the light was dim, one could still make out the general situation of the corridor.
Especially the black, bat-like figure standing at the end of the corridor. He stood there quietly, seemingly having waited for him for a long time.
Deathstroke spoke first: "Long time no see, Batman. You've trained a good Robin!"
"..." Batman didn't speak, still looking at him coldly. This was Batman's usual tactic during battles: psychological pressure.
However, Deathstroke was not one of Gotham's miscellaneous thugs. He had no fear of Batman whatsoever, only eager anticipation.
"Alright, it doesn't matter if you don't talk. I'm just here today to fight you, it has nothing to do with anyone else."
After speaking, Deathstroke charged towards Batman!
Batman also charged forward, confronting Deathstroke!
Deathstroke did not use overwhelming force. He and Batman were engaged in a pure contest of skill.
In combat, they utilized defense, evasion, straight punches, hooks, leg techniques, and throwing skills. The two were evenly matched, with no clear winner or loser!
As soon as they engaged, Deathstroke discovered that Batman had not become a superpowered individual; he still had a human body! But his fighting skills were smoother, as if his shackles had been removed.
Deathstroke's feeling was correct. Not long ago, Batman had been treated by the Shennong Ruler. Later, he obtained "The Self-Cultivation of a Magnetic Field Madman." Although he didn't practice Electric Current Propulsion, the fist techniques that circulated his qi and blood allowed his body to remain in a peak state!
Batman executed a powerful grappling hold, subduing Deathstroke with a reverse armlock and then pressing him against the wall.
"Even without being a superpowered individual, I can still take care of you! Deathstroke!" Batman said in his unique low voice.
"Hehe, finally speaking. I thought you'd gone mute! Batman!"
Bang!
Deathstroke's helmet collided with Batman's cowl. This blow was not light, making Batman's head spin!
"You're too confident, Batman. I prepared quite a few things for you before I came. I originally thought you had become a superpowered individual and these things would be useless. Who knew you'd still be so stubborn!"
Clang! Ding ding ding.
The sound of a metal cap popping open.
In this dim light, Batman didn't know what Deathstroke had released.
"Hehe, you should like this very much. This is something I specially went to the police station to get! Last week's Joker gas!"
Batman's cowl was a half-face design; his nose and mouth were exposed. He needed a special gas mask when encountering toxic gas, but unfortunately, he hadn't brought it!
Looking at Batman, whose lips were beginning to curve into a crazy grin, Deathstroke lost interest in continuing the fight. He said teasingly, "I've tried this stuff. Even with a strengthened body like mine, it's hard to resist this feeling of hysterical laughter!
Although the gas will quickly be expelled by my body, but."
Deathstroke took a few steps forward, squatted down, and leaned close to Batman's ear, saying, "I see you're laughing very happily!"
Then he moved away a certain distance: "With my physique, that dose just now requires 15 minutes of laughter. Enjoy it slowly!
Oh~ right. Don't you have that green antidote stick? Have your butler bring it over, and it can cure you!"
A low laugh rumbled from Batman's mouth: "Hahahahaha... that thing, hahaha, stopped working long ago, hahahaha......."
"Hmph, no wonder you let those miscellaneous mercenaries take it!"
Deathstroke instantly understood. No wonder Batman, despite being home, had let those foolish thieves take the target. So it was about passing the blame!
Batman pressed the communication button on his helmet, forcibly suppressing his laughter as he said:
"Hahahaha...... Alfred hahaha...... give me the Fear Toxin......"
"Hmph, truly a pitiful ordinary human."
Deathstroke looked at the hysterically laughing Batman with a sense of pity. If only he could inject the man before him with the super-soldier serum he used—"Mirakuru"!
Super strong self-healing ability, excellent judgment, and terrifying willpower! He would become a true powerhouse!
"What a pity!"
Deathstroke turned and walked away, heading towards another direction of the manor. He had no choice; the two individuals south of the villa were too capable. In his current unprepared state, fighting them would undoubtedly lead to defeat!
He, Deathstroke, fought with his brain. As long as he was given time to figure out the opponent's details, there was no one he couldn't take down!
Whether it was Deathstroke's good luck, or the guidance of fate, the northernmost room on the third floor happened to be Bruce Wayne's storage room!
He opened the door and entered, seeing a dazzling array of collectibles. Needless to say, there were antique calligraphy and paintings, a pile of jewelry, and various armors and weapons filling entire display cabinets.
One item caught his attention.
It was a book sealed in special tempered glass. This itself wasn't outstanding, but this book was placed in a weapons cabinet.
This... was clearly intended to entice people to look at it!
Alfred: Oh no! I deliberately put it there, hoping Master would pay more attention to it!
Deathstroke curiously picked it up. A light tap from the window-breaking hammer on the hilt of his knife, and the tempered glass instantly shattered.
The book's title was written with a fountain pen, in strong and forceful Chinese characters— "The Self-Cultivation of a Magnetic Field Madman."
Deathstroke: "..."
He understood Chinese. It was precisely because he understood Chinese that he couldn't make sense of these connected characters. Between the lines, there was a feeling of rationality remaining amidst chaos!
Then, he opened the book...
"? A Chinese title, why is the content inside written in English?"
Alright, at least he could read English more smoothly... probably...
He read books extremely quickly, finishing the entire volume in just a few minutes.
Then, he had the feeling that his brain had been forcefully violated!
At first glance, it felt very interesting. But reason told him, this was wrong; if a person trained like this, they would die!
Later, the inner desire to become stronger kept telling him, this was right! There were two finished products right outside!
Finally, the desire to become stronger overcame reason!
Just as he was about to stuff this secret manual into his clothes, "Click-clack," the sound of a shotgun being loaded sounded behind him!
"Let go of that book, and you can leave! Otherwise, I'll blow your head off with one shot! Believe me, I've been around Gotham for so many years, my marksmanship has always been good!"
Deathstroke raised his hands, slowly turning around. What met his eyes was Alfred the butler, holding a shotgun.
Alfred had just injected Batman with the Fear Toxin and had immediately rushed over, precisely because he was afraid Deathstroke would take that secret manual!
Deathstroke was very decisive. He dropped the book and immediately fled, jumping out of the storage room window!
By the time Alfred rushed over, there was no longer any sign of him outside the window.
