20demayo Chapter 73 Explosive Kill
Chapter 73 Explosive Kill
Chapter 73 Explosive Kill
"Fine, you've completely exhausted my last bit of patience with you."
Even through the mask, one could sense the sudden darkening of the owl-masked man's expression.
"Alright, let me teach you something."
Looking at the claws gathering around him, Bane cracked the knuckles of his fist.
Drop by drop, venom flowed from the bottle on his back through a tube into his body, gradually making his body grow larger and more robust.
"You, my terrible friends, you will learn two things by yourself."
He held up one finger.
"First, to become Bane, it takes more than just my Venom."
The claws that lunged at him were caught by his single hand as he gripped their faces, his immense strength driving his fingers into their skulls. The once invincible muscular claws appeared utterly weak before Bane.
Bane grabbed one of the Claw Assassins by the ankle with his bare hands, swung him around in the air, and slammed him hard onto the ground, once, twice, almost like swinging a whack-a-mole plastic hammer.
"you--"
boom!
"live--"
boom!
"hand--"
boom!
The Claw Assassin lay sprawled on the ground, his bulging muscles twisted and contorted like braided ropes, disgustingly and unsightly curled up on his body.
Bain kicked him directly, and he tumbled and flew away, lying motionless on the ground like a pile of trash.
"Well done!" Killer Croc jumped up. "That's the move!"
He pointed excitedly at the two blows Bain had made: "That's how he beat me up!"
The penguin rolled its eyes.
Chen Tao immediately directed the nanobots to spread over, and the skull cracked by Bane made it easier for the claws to penetrate, allowing Black Sand to quickly burrow inside.
"Secondly, if I bestowed the power of Venom upon you, what makes you think you can use that power to fight me?"
The steel blade swung by the Claw Assassin shattered against his taut skin as Bane gripped the man's throat.
"Can you feel it? That's the taste of the last vestiges of hope slowly draining from your bodies and from your war!"
"Good heavens, what's going on?" Lincoln March murmured.
This time he saw it clearly.
The hood of the Claw Assassin had just been knocked off, and in Lincoln March's pupils was a reflection of the moment the Claw approached Bane. His face, which had been just bluish-gray, suddenly turned rotten and foul, and his bulging muscles withered away in an instant.
The owl-masked man could no longer maintain his posture as the mastermind behind the scenes, and he stood up from his seat.
"What do we do, court?" Lincoln March said into the communicator. "What are you planning to do?"
"You bunch of laughable skeletons who should have died long ago! Let me teach you... Violating the laws of nature will be punished, and in this world, nothing is truly immortal."
"Soon," Bain said.
"When your blood betrays you, when your body betrays you..."
Bane casually tossed a withered claw to the ground. Having lost its powerful physique, it let out a hysterical wail before even touching the ground.
The pain was so intense that even an immortal would find it unbearable. He sobbed, straightening his body like a fish stranded on the sea, about to drown.
Bain's voice followed immediately:
"The remaining medication will ensure your bodies are tormented by excruciating pain, a pain I've known for a long time. However, unlike you, I have the strength and will to overcome it!"
The clown laughed wildly and jumped up: "How about you perform a magic trick?"
He straddled the head of a clawed assassin, his blade plunging deep into the assassin's eyes: "Ta-da! Behold a truly eye-opening magic trick—turning the world pitch black in a second!"
"No problem! Send everyone!" the owl-masked man immediately ordered. "Get all the ordinary claws that haven't been modified yet to move!"
He roared at Lincoln March, "You take them! Take everyone! Tear these madmen who dared to fool us inside out!"
Lincoln March was filled with mixed emotions. The court had never suffered such a loss before, and it was clear that the other side now regarded him as the temporary leader of this Claw Legion—
This may be the moment when he is most trusted by the court, but it is under external pressure, which makes Lincoln March want to laugh.
He whistled.
rustle……
Deadshot shuddered. He raised his gun and stood back-to-back with Cheshire Cat.
"Um... I think it might not be a good idea."
"Killer Crocodile said."
More and more ordinary claws emerged from their hiding places, surging onto the battlefield like a tide...
There were too many people, densely packed, heads everywhere.
Poison Ivy groaned, "God."
The owl-masked man's voice reverted to its haughty, condescending stench:
"Okay, we have to admit, maybe they did have something beyond what the court expected. But that's the end of it. We have more people, that's an absolute difference in fighting power."
His voice gradually returned to normal.
"Now it's a three-digit number versus a one-digit number."
"Yeah?"
The owl-masked man stopped moving.
He looked at Chen Tao.
clack.
Mr. Freeze slowly rose from the ground. Over the next two seconds, his armor gradually changed from red back to navy blue. He exhaled, and frost condensed on the ground, reflecting Victor's indifferent eyes.
"What happened?"
The scarecrow said, "Victor?"
Mr. Freeze ignored him.
Next to stand up was the mud-faced man. The clumps of mud were finally reshaped and solidified into a form, and the huge mud monster stood there expressionless, like a sculpture cast in wax.
The fireflies started to crawl.
This villain, who was skilled in using fire, stood up like a zombie, first with his left leg bent backwards, then dragged half of his body, and the black mist in the air condensed into a hand, supporting him from behind.
Then the next one, the next one...
One by one, the Arkham villains slowly rose from the ground in various inhuman forms.
They stood there expressionless.
The scarecrow felt as if something invisible had grabbed its heart.
"What's going on?"
The penguin muttered to himself, "This doesn't make sense."
His gaze lingered on his Arkham colleagues, then turned to Batman: "How did you manage to control them?"
"Just some tycoon tricks," Chen Tao replied.
He rubbed his fingers together. Lucius had always been an all-around scientist, though he couldn't possibly figure out in a short time how an expert in the field of neurology like the Mad Hatter could create hats that could control people's minds, just as a shipbuilder couldn't figure out the principles of a car in a short time.
However, if it is simply borrowing and plagiarizing, knowing how to make some control chips but not understanding why, there is no problem.
"So, in conclusion..."
Chen Tao exhaled, and his body slowly decomposed into black sand, making his lower body resemble a walking spiral black hole.
The criminals of Arkham slowly followed behind him, arching him in the center as if he were a subject following a king.
A sinister smile curled at the corner of Gotham's lips, revealing the Batman, the man adored by all.
"Ready for a massacre?"
"roar!!!"
The Arkham villains, controlled by the chips, opened their mouths and let out incoherent roars!
(End of this chapter)