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The Red Death Demon narrowed his eyes.
"of course."
Batman's tone remained unchanged.
"You think I can only rely on equipment?"
His question silenced the Red Death for a moment.
“You know I can break through this force field, right?” Red Death wasn’t flustered. His armor was helping him break through, and in the meantime, he watched Batman return to the Batmobile.
“I not only know this, I also know that you know I know this, so the fact that you haven’t done anything yet proves that you’re also curious about what I’m going to do next.”
Batman pulled out a vial of medicine.
The Red Death Demon stared at the potion, his eyes flickering slightly.
"A superhuman drug? You even have that?"
His tone was clearly surprised.
"Only five minutes."
Batman is injecting himself.
"The side effects must be significant."
Red Death Demon made his judgment once again.
He was right.
Batman did not deny this.
"It seems my determination to win is greater than yours." After saying this, Batman suddenly sprinted forward, moving with lightning speed. At this moment, Red Death also broke free from the stasis field.
The Red Death Demon charged forward, and the two clashed again, exchanging blows and kicks. Each collision turned the ruins into dust. They were constantly probing, correcting, and counterattacking, like two sophisticated fighting machines. Every move was a test of each other's psychological and tactical limits, combining technological equipment with the ultimate test of each other's skills.
"You're more difficult than I imagined."
The Red Death Demon's voice remained as calm as ever.
Without a word, Batman unleashed two miniature missiles from the back of his armor, locking onto the target and launching them instantly. Combined with a static bomb, he appeared to be unleashing firepower meant to send his opponent to their doom.
of course.
Just as Batman predicted, the Red Death wasn't so easily killed. His figure vanished again, the missile struck empty air, and the shockwave of the explosion tore apart the surrounding ruins. The next second, Bruce's tactical goggles alarm went off—at the very moment the Red Death was attacked, another Red Death emerged from behind Bruce.
The locked-on Red Death Demon was merely a time remnant.
"The same old thing, but it never goes out of style."
The Red Death, who had launched the sneak attack, swiftly removed all the gadgets from Batman's body, then raised his hand and, just in time to react, smashed it into Batman's face.
"boom--!"
Batman crossed his arms to block, but the enormous impact still sent him flying, crashing through more than ten buildings before finally coming to a stop. As the buildings continued to collapse, Batman coughed up blood.
He crashed through the wall and finally tumbled onto a basketball court—where the Red Death was already waiting, raising his foot and stepping directly on Batman's chest.
“It’s over. You still have three unused weapon bays, but that’s meaningless. You’re always one step ahead of everyone else, but this time I prepared even earlier than you.” Red Death’s metal boots slammed heavily onto Batman’s chest armor, and even Anti-Superman’s suit was on the verge of cracking.
“I also have the Superman drug, and I’m even less afraid of death than you.” Red Death’s voice remained calm as he applied three more points of force to the sole of his boot, causing Batman’s respirator to sound an alarm.
"Because you're about to die?"
Bruce saw the Speed Force arcs seeping from the gaps in the opponent's suit—it wasn't ordinary lightning, but a dark red energy mixed with blood, like the color of a scab on a wound.
"That's how you fight against extraterrestrial invasions; you can easily get caught if you're not careful." Red Death didn't try to hide anything; he still stepped on Batman's chest to remove Batman's hidden weapon belt.
The immense power of the Red Reaper made Bruce feel suffocated. Although his armor could withstand tremendous impact, it seemed powerless against the electric shocks from the Speed Force.
They should wear two, no, three layers of armor.
Bruce was filled with remorse.
He was annoyed that he hadn't been careful enough.
He tried to struggle.
However, the drugs the other person was taking were indeed much stronger than his.
It was simply impossible to resist.
"It's a real shame. You are clearly not as strong as me, but I am not as lucky as you... People like us, once we are arrogant, we will definitely be arrogant again."
Red Death spoke to Batman, his voice deep and clear, as if each word froze in the air. The voice beneath the mask carried electronic noise, yet it couldn't mask the familiar tone.
Low-pitched.
hoarse.
It's an amazing Gotham bubble sound.
“If I were lucky enough, you would be the one being trampled on right now.” Batman was trying to analyze the meaning behind the other person’s words when Red Death raised his arm.
What do you want to do?
Batman's voice remained sufficiently steady.
His fingers groped in the shadows beside him.
The Crimson Death Demon did not answer immediately, but slowly rotated his hand, as if he was thinking and making a decision. The next moment, a scimitar radiating a blood-red light sprang from his wrist.
"Dang~"
The red blade flowed with energy similar to the Speed Force, but more viscous, like congealed blood, as if countless people had died by this weapon.
“Your opponent is not me, but I have a gift for you…” he said, his eyes flashing with a complex light, and the scimitar in his hand began to vibrate rapidly.
Batman's eyes flickered slightly.
Instead of begging for mercy, he attempted to extract information, silently producing an anti-speed force bomb in his hand. After all, even he himself didn't know how many bombs he had.
This move was indeed very effective. The Crimson Death Demon seemed to have already noticed this move, but he did not stop it. He simply smiled faintly and looked at the man at his feet with deep eyes.
"Batman always wins, right?" Before the words were even finished, Red Death suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand, the blade drawing a dark red trail in the moonlight.
He first stabbed at Batman, but this was clearly just a bluff. After stabbing Batman's hand holding the bomb, he simply knocked the Anti-Speed Force bomb away.
immediately.
Under Bruce's watchful gaze, whose pupils constricted, the Red Reaper raised his scimitar once more, slashing it towards his own neck and severing his own head.
"This is my gift to you as a loser."
With a significant advantage.
The Red Death Demon, who said he was already nearing the end of his life, actually chose to commit suicide!
Blood spurted out.
It splashed all over Batman's face.
Bruce realized this wasn't part of the enemy's tactic when blood splattered onto his bat-like mask. Dark red liquid trickled down his goggles, and his red body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Bruce's expression remained unchanged.
He hesitated for only a second, then quickly rolled over and ran towards the head that had rolled to the distance, while also casually patting a small metal ball onto his own body.
immediately.
With the help of nanobots, the armor began to rapidly repair its damage.
"Red Reaper..."
Bruce stepped on the rolling head, crouched down, and carefully removed the mask. Batman's eyes didn't waver, but his expression was noticeably more serious.
"Sure enough, first three Supermen, and now, this is the second... Bruce Wayne." Batman's pupils reflected a face that didn't surprise him at all.
A face that bore a striking resemblance to his own appeared before him, its brows revealing a familiar coldness and madness. This face was almost identical to his own.
It's just more weathered and much more ferocious.
"Batman always wins?" Batman didn't leave the corpse lying on the street; he cleaned up the Red Death's body and even collected all the gushing blood.
As Bruce returned to his still-functioning vehicle, he kept pondering this sentence in his mind. He could sense that it was an important message being revealed by his other self.
As for why suicide is a gift.
Batman didn't have time to think.
"Ah~!!"
He had already begun to suffer the backlash from using the drugs.
Not everyone can enjoy taking drugs.
"Damn it!"
Batman slumped into the cockpit, leaning heavily against the seat, his chest heaving violently. The effects of the Superman drug had completely worn off, leaving behind a tearing pain—as if every nerve was burning and every muscle was breaking apart. He gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his fingers trembling as he rummaged through the storage compartments.
Finally, he caught the bottle labeled "Repair Agent," opened it, selected the correct one from hundreds of poisons, and checked it with an instrument.
Only then did he use his trembling, pain-soaked hands to put it into his mouth.
It was swallowed into his stomach.
One minute later.
The pain has eased slightly.
The aftereffects of the genetic breakdown have been temporarily suppressed.
Batman was panting heavily.
He was just about to start the Batmobile when he suddenly sensed something was wrong—his genes were being repaired, far exceeding the effects of the repair drugs, and the aftereffects that should have been permanent and irreparable were dissipating.
not only that.
"I'm getting stronger..."
Batman quickly realized what he was going through. His cells were reorganizing, his bones were strengthening, and his already near-human-limited neural reaction speed was multiplying.
It was as if the power of more than ten of oneself was superimposed at this moment.
"Is this the reason why the Justice League from other parallel universes invaded our universe?" Bruce was not happy, but shocked, and his heartbeat calmed down.
Consciousness gradually became clearer.