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CHAPTER 32
🕑 Added 2025-05-06 17:26:41 +0000 UTC"Those who dare to cause trouble at Wayne Manor in the dead of night, how smart can they be? Any Gothamite knows that bats come out in the dead of night!
Trying to rob the house while Batman is on duty, even the villains in Gotham aren't as brave as them!"
Jason was just about to reply when, suddenly, his Heart Network sensed a creature rapidly approaching.
His slightly glowing eyes looked towards the figure; a nimble black shadow was advancing at high speed in the darkness.
"Someone's coming, very skilled! Leave him to me. I'll go put on my combat suit; you hold him off for a bit."
Seeing how skilled the opponent was, Jason's hands itched, wanting to take him on one-on-one!
"Okay. You better be quick! Hehe, I'm afraid he won't last that long!"
Electric light also began to spill from Max's body. He pushed off from the rooftop, his figure shooting towards Deathstroke like a cannonball.
Deathstroke Slade Wilson's combat intuition made him instinctively halt his advance. In the next second, a figure wreathed in electric light descended a few meters away from him!
Upon landing, as the electric light diffused outwards, it momentarily illuminated the area.
Under Deathstroke's mask, his pupils abruptly contracted. A few words popped into his mind, "Superpowered individual!"
His hands swiftly drew his swords, adopting a ready stance, poised to strike.
Max recognized the newcomer at a glance. This half-red, half-black mask, DC's famous mercenary, Deathstroke. In his past life's memories, this ruthless character had single-handedly challenged the Justice League and the Teen Titans multiple times, a villain with both brains and brawn!
"Hello, Deathstroke. I wonder what brings you here?"
"I'm just here to do a job, not to kill anyone. Step aside, kid, I won't kill you!"
"Huh? You're very confident? Let's see what you've got!"
"Hmph, don't regret it, kid!"
Fists wreathed in electric light clashed with Deathstroke's twin swords. The swords couldn't break through his defense and instead became conduits for electricity, the current drilling into Deathstroke's body.
However, Deathstroke had once been injected with the super-soldier serum "Mirakuru"! That substance could increase his physical strength tenfold and grant him powerful healing abilities. The current entering his body had no effect whatsoever.
Deathstroke swung his right sword, thrusting towards Max's face. The speed was fast, the force heavy. Max retreated, narrowly avoiding it.
"How is that possible! You weren't paralyzed by the electricity!"
Under Deathstroke's mask, his lips curled into a disdainful sneer as he taunted, "This kind of current, kid, who are you looking down on! I've once suffered electric shocks a hundred times stronger than this. Yours is too weak!"
"Alright, looks like I can't play around anymore! Take this, Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist!"
All the electricity in his body gathered into his right hand, his muscles and bones強化 (strengthened/enhanced) to their peak. This unreserved punch shot towards Deathstroke.
Deathstroke wasn't foolish enough to meet this move head-on. With an agile sidestep, before Max could react, he closed the distance, hooked Max's ankle, and then gave it a fierce jerk.
Max was sent flying by Deathstroke. With a thud, his head smashed against the trunk of a tree in the garden.
"Hiss, impressive!" Max rubbed his head and climbed up. This guy was tough! Brute force wouldn't work; he had to use his brain!
"Come on, round two!"
"Is your superpower just discharging electricity? Your fighting skills are lacking, your reactions are poor. How did Batman train you!"
"None of your business. I was holding back just now. Actually, I'm terrifyingly strong!"
Max adopted a boxing stance. This time, he was truly serious!
Deathstroke struck first. He was in a hurry and didn't have much time to waste with a child! In his eyes, the most dangerous person here was only one: Batman!
Just as Deathstroke was about to take Max down again, Max began to repeatedly jump side to side with such speed that he left afterimages. In this dimly lit environment, it was as if he had created clones.
"Not bad speed, but you forgot your center of gravity! The faster the speed, the less stable the center of gravity!"
Deathstroke commented verbally, simultaneously squatting and executing a sweeping kick, intending to trip Max and make him fall.
However, Max, at any rate, was also a martial arts practitioner. His fist techniques weren't practiced for nothing; the stance training within the fist techniques was specifically designed to counter such moves that attacked the center of gravity.
Smack!
Seeing that his kick hadn't moved Max an inch, Deathstroke's expression changed. He rolled away like a tumbling gourd, quickly distancing himself from him!
He was a super-soldier! That kick just now, let alone wood or stone, he could have sent even an iron block flying with one kick. But this kid actually!
He actually withstood it without moving! This wasn't something that could be achieved by physical fitness alone; it also required extremely adept force-redirection techniques.
"My turn!"
Max's heart began to beat rapidly, his adrenaline surged, and his electricity levels soared. His entire body started to crackle!
"Electric Current Propulsion! Ten Thousand Volts, Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist!"
With a crackling sound, Max disappeared from his original spot. In the next second, he appeared in front of Deathstroke.
A golden light flashed. Deathstroke was sent flying by his punch! All the current previously on his fist was transferred into Deathstroke's body!
"Aaarghh!!"
Deathstroke fell to the ground, paralyzed. However, his formidable self-healing factor quickly allowed him to break free from the paralysis!
Taking the electric chair as an example, the voltage of an electric chair is generally between 1700-2400 volts. Such a voltage level can destroy a person's nervous system in an extremely short period, causing the criminal to lose all consciousness in an instant, thereby greatly reducing the pain they feel.
And the punch Max had just thrown was ten thousand volts! If a common criminal took this punch, they would have been electrocuted to death long ago! (Pikachu's Ten Thousand Volts is the name of a move, not the effect of the ability, and it can control how much electricity it releases.)
But Deathstroke merely twitched twice and recovered. His recovery ability was just that formidable!
"That last one was pretty good!"
Deathstroke climbed up from the ground, twisted his neck which had been somewhat misaligned by the blow. After his neck "cracked" twice, he twisted it back himself, instantly feeling much more relaxed.
"Interesting, kid. Are you Batman's new Robin? How about you join me? Playing house with that neurotic won't get you anywhere. Join me, and we'll make big money together!"
Max shrugged, spread his hands, and said, "You've got it wrong. I'm just a superpowered individual temporarily staying at Batman's place. The Robin you're looking for is behind you."
"What!" Just as Deathstroke was about to turn his head, he was met by another golden fist.
"Five Thousand Volts, Fucking, Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist!"
His just-realigned neck was once again knocked out of place by a punch. Deathstroke spun away, deflecting the force as he flew!
"I'm Robin! You clueless, stupid mercenary!"
Jason stood there proudly, the cold night wind ruffling his small cape and his Robin short shorts.
Max reminded him:
"Be careful, Robin. This guy should be an enhanced super-soldier; his recovery ability and combat skills are very strong."
"My punch didn't kill him, and he's still alive and kicking! Your punch just now probably wasn't even enough to tickle him."
Jason's upturned smirk gradually fell. He knew how terrifying Max's punch was; it was a fist that could shatter a rockery. If it landed on a normal person, it would be enough to pulp them.
"Pretty good. A durable punching bag. I can practice that move I just learned!"
Max was somewhat surprised. He remembered teaching Jason that move just yesterday afternoon. He learned it so quickly?
Deathstroke once again climbed up from the ground, and once again twisted his head back into place. He praised and taunted, "I acknowledge you're Robin. Your sneak attack style is exactly like Batman's, just that your strength is a bit weaker!"
"Ha! I hope your mouth remains just as tough next!"
Jason's left foot squatted slightly, his left and right feet staggered, in a stance as if preparing to charge.
"Ten Thousand Volts, Fucking, Electric Light Cutting Wind Leg!"
After the electricity charged up, Jason performed a high leg lift from his standing position, kicking out a lightning whip straight ahead, viciously lashing towards Deathstroke!
"Fuck!" Deathstroke was almost stunned. What the hell was this? An energy whip!
He had dealt with quite a few superpowered individuals over the years, but this was the first time he had seen someone who could directly condense energy weapons just by relying on their body!
Nothing could block the path of the electric whip. Trees were instantly split in half, and the split parts bore the charred marks of electricity.
"What kind of monster did Batman find? And he's like this and still Robin? He could go solo!"
Deathstroke was also dumbfounded. He really couldn't figure it out. A strong person like this, if he became a mercenary, the title of the strongest legendary mercenary would have to change hands!
Yet, he was actually still being someone's subordinate! Although his voice was young, judging by his physique, he was probably already an adult!
"Kid, you're pretty good! How about working with me? With me, in just one month, you'll be the next generation's legendary mercenary!"
"No! I don't have time to run all over the country. I just need to continue getting stronger!"
Jason kicked out again. The electric whip swept horizontally, and all the trees in a fan-shaped area were horizontally split in half.
Deathstroke, who had been in an "iron bridge" backbend, slowly straightened up and complained, "Even like this! You still think you're not strong enough? Fuck, that bastard Batman! What kind of ideas did he drill into your head!"
"It has nothing to do with Batman! I want to catch up to him! I can't accept that someone younger than me is fucking stronger than me!"
These words were sonorous and forceful, coming from the bottom of his heart. Jason really wanted to become stronger, and then beat Max up!
Deathstroke turned his head to look at Max. In terms of build, he was indeed smaller than Robin. But how was this possible! Such a powerful Robin actually couldn't beat someone smaller than him?
"This! Holy crap! Could it be because you two guys are here that the reward for this mission is so high!"
…………
Bia and Architect had already found their unconscious companions in a third-floor storage room in Wayne Manor.
After a round of the "slap-to-wake-up" method, the other seven gradually came to. Just awakened, they looked around in a daze, and then they saw the green ice hockey stick placed in a glass display case!
"That! That's the target!"
Lucas pointed at the "Shennong Ruler" in shock!
"Why would it appear here so abruptly? Did they do it on purpose?"
"Don't know. Who cares? Falcon, help. We'll take it and leave immediately!"
Rocco, along with Falcon, Ricard, and Architect, took out the "Shennong Ruler."
"Oooh-hohohoho, looks like we succeeded! Let's retreat quickly!"
The nine of them rapidly left the villa. As soon as they stepped outside, they saw three people engaged in a major battle not far away. The exaggerated scene made their hearts pound in fear.
"Holy crap, good thing he held back before, otherwise if we took a hit like that, we'd definitely be dead!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Run quickly! While they're being held up, quick, run!"
The commotion from their group naturally attracted the attention of Jason and the others. Deathstroke saw that green, glowing object and knew the other party had succeeded!
He was just about to retreat when Max blocked his path.
"Hey! Don't say I'm not giving you face. As long as you beat Robin, I'll let you go!
Robin, a punching bag this good is hard to find. You have to give it your all during training!"
"Impolite brat!" Deathstroke glanced angrily at Max, then turned around. He was planning to get serious too!
