Chapter 99 King vs King
Bane often felt like he was shouting in a deserted wilderness.
The hazy mist gathered into waves and oceans, rolling in the dark night.
His life was like an island in the ocean.
He ran, he jumped, he flew, he struggled through the vortex of clouds and rain, thinking he would catch that ray of light.
But everything was still silent.
He felt like he was falling.
Just like...
At that time, at this moment.
Intense rage.
Plants exploded from half of his body again, his muscles withered, broken and dry, and were sucked dry by the plants living on his body in just a few seconds. However, in the next second, under the pumping of venom, his muscles recovered in an instant, expanding, winding, and more majestic than before.
"Xiaohong, can't you control the green on his body?"
Harry whispered to Poison Ivy: "I can't cast magic on him this way."
Poison Ivy automatically understood her crazy words: "I don't know, but I'm afraid not. These plants have undergone some changes that I don't quite understand. They are no longer like plants... but like part of a living person."
She said hesitantly: "This is part of an unstable chain reaction. In fact, I think Bane's way of using these plants is not the same as those I controlled before-but no matter what, it's obvious."
Poison Ivy said: "He has turned himself into a wizard."
"Strictly speaking, he can now be considered a wizard. In the application of elemental power, he can even..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw the plants curled up and tied up Bane's body, and then wrapped around Bane's flesh like muscle fibers, turning into wood texture.
Then the next second, his arm swung out to his side like a stretched nine-section whip, and half of the building collapsed like a building block in a loud bang. Bane's roar shook the earth: "Batman - look at me!!!" "Wizard, but the main attack method is still fists." Harley said. "Hehe!" Bane heard Batman's chuckle, that contemptuous, undisguised light challenge. He fought back angrily, and the twisted and extended fist, carrying unmatched strange power, only hit the empty air. Bane was furious, and continued to be furious. He rationally controlled his anger, and half of his body responded to him. His arms seemed to have become a little longer, but definitely not thinner. In the increasingly powerful anger, his punches became more and more gentle. Compared with the straight attack, it was more like a fluttering ribbon, and it seemed to have no lethality at all. But the broken bricks and the ground that was cracked like tofu by his long whip-like arms always reminded everyone:
This is definitely not the caress of a lover.
Harley Quinn commented: "It's like whipping a fart with a whip in a sex game--"
Poison Ivy skillfully tied her up like a dumpling.
Death Shooter raised his shockwave weapon and aimed it at Bane, who was still attacking the invisible shadow Batman. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he saw Mr. Freeze holding the freezing gun horizontally in front of him.
"What do you mean?"
He asked.
"Hush!"
Mr. Freeze said: "Be quiet, sharpshooter. Don't disturb their fight. Didn't you notice that the claws have retreated?"
"I know."
Death Shooter answered him: "But I thought it was just because they were not qualified to participate in close combat. Don't worry, I am very confident that I will never miss even if the two of them are fighting each other."
Then Death Shooter saw that the people of Arkham looked at him indifferently except for the clayface who cosplayed himself as Robin.
"What? What's wrong with you? What do you mean?"
"I think..."
Poison Ivy said, a vine rose from the ground beside her and woven into a chair. She first hung Harley Quinn, who was tied up like a dumpling and whimpering, on it, and then sat on the chair herself:
"You'd better not interfere."
Deadshot wanted to say something, and then a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"We have been working together for a while, Floyd."
The ventriloquist stood behind him, the old man hunched over, but didn't look at him at all.
"I heard that you were born in Gotham, but you spend most of your time in other places, so you may not understand what's going on in Gotham. Let us explain it to you."
He said with some intonation:
"Don't get involved in their fight."
His glasses reflected Bane who was still waving his fist:
"After all..."
"This is [King vs. King], isn't it?"
Mr. Freeze said, with a click, he used force and expressionless face to put his broken arm back to its original shape.
"What a mess."
Deadshot said: "Did Batman hire us to stand by and cheer for us?"
He turned his head to look at the Cheshire Cat: "Shouldn't we give Bats some remote support?"
Cheshire Cat hesitated and said: "I think so too..."
"You think so too, right, Killer Croc?" Deadshot turned his head and said to Killer Croc: "What the hell is this, king against king, too..."
"No."
Killer Croc, who seemed to like money, said to Death Shooter: "You should let Bats fight one-on-one. If outsiders intervene, it would be too disrespectful."
Death Shooter was silent.
For the first time, he looked at these teammates standing with them so seriously.
He originally thought that a guy like Killer Croc who liked money so much would definitely agree with what he said, but he was wrong.
Then, in a flash, he suddenly realized the nature of these people.
Under the moonlight, he saw the shadows of the Arkham people being stretched, projecting twisted and crawling animal shadows on the ground.
This is not a group of people, but a group of beasts.
A group of beasts practicing the law of the jungle in modern society!
So Death Shooter realized:
This is indeed a group of lunatics, and he didn't realize it before. He has been with this group of people for too long, making money with them, being bribed with them, being coerced with them, and watching them being trained with his own eyes.
He always felt that they were just ordinary people like himself after taking off the mysterious veil.
But he was wrong. It was a bit wrong.
So he lowered the muzzle of the gun and murmured to himself in a low voice: "What kind of monster leader have you become, Batman."
He whispered to himself: "Fighting with the dragon for too long, you will become a dragon yourself; staring into the abyss for too long, the abyss will stare back."
He stared at the rapidly flashing black shadow in a low voice: "You terrible dragon."
"You dragon!"
The righteous warrior Bane roared: "Come out, face me, why don't you dare--"
Then his action stopped the next second.
He saw black mist rising in front of him, and a giant dragon really appeared in front of him.
Its lower body was a ball of black mist with a few rubber tires vaguely emerging in it, and its upper body was a green, hideous dinosaur mouth.
The venom tube was connected to the top of his head.
The dinosaur claws with car parts stretched out, and the black mist extended from his back, like open wings.
He heard the deep, hoarse voice say:
"I am here at the call."
So now it is... the warrior... who is challenging the dragon!
Wow, thanks to the great evil god on horseback for the reward!