Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 155 Don't Take Yourself Seriously (Please Subscribe and Read, Monthly Ticket)

The power of the horse bear!

Roar!
Martin stood still, and the shadow of a brown bear appeared behind him, making a deafening roar.

The bear god worshipped by Native Americans in the early stages of civilization had power over the earth, mountains, caves, and hibernation.

Although Martin only called upon the power of the ancestors, once the shadow of the brown bear appeared, it communicated the power of the entire earth, causing Wayne Manor and the surrounding forests to shake.

"Martin, who do you want me to fight this time?"

The giant bear instantly transformed into a hunter wearing bear skin, holding a stone spear, with a beard and a war-crazy look.

"Brother, I just wanted to borrow your strength, how did you get out with the pole?"

Martin was startled. He never expected that the old guy would jump out along the mark.

"I smell the scent of darkness, and the spear in my hand is thirsty."

Of course, the only person in Gotham who can be called a dark force by an ancestor is Barbatos.

Barbatos was expelled by Martin, but he did not die.

Even though the Bat Tribe was destroyed, for a super-universe being like Barbatos, it could have as many organizations like that as it wanted.

Anyway, the Bat Tribe isn't a particularly religious group, their only goal is to gain more power.

"When you sensed that guy, I would have driven him away long ago."

Martin was not very willing to mention the reptile entrenched in the dark multiverse. Unless the right time came, it was impossible for that guy to come to this world in person.

"But you, can you tell me before you jump out next time? It's not like I don't want you old guys to come out and relax, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Accident, accident!"

If this had happened thousands of years ago, the irritable bear god would have fought Martin without a second thought.

But now, he didn't say a word.

It is a very rare thing for old guys like them who have been forgotten by history to have the opportunity to be active in the new era.

If he asked for more, Martin would become so angry that he would just run away.

They will be dumbfounded.

"Next time I come up with something, I'll definitely ask for your opinion first."

If other magic users saw this, they would definitely be dumbfounded.

Although all magic in this world can be considered a kind of debt, it can be traced back to the source of magic.

But even if it is a debt, many people who pursue the mystery cannot find the opportunity to repay this costly magical debt.

Commonly known as, no one wants to take in a dog.

But now the Native American ancestors are rushing to Martin to ask him to use their power, and they don't ask for anything in return, and they even want to give benefits to Martin as the user in return.

Seeing this scene, a tuberculosis-smoking addict would cry with envy.

He explained why when he used magic, all he summoned were devils who wanted to skin him alive.

"Hey, do you two still have eyes for me?"

Damian, who was standing by, felt that he was being insulted, and he hit the wall hard with his steel knife, making a harsh sound.

Martin and the Bear God Ancestor Spirit only glanced at the child, then turned their heads back and continued to discuss the rules for these ancestral spirits to come out for some fresh air.

"You two bastards are so arrogant. Do you know who I am? How dare you ignore me like this?"

Damian was so angry that his face swelled up. He felt that the seven-year-old boy in front of him was even more annoying than his cold father. Martin made three rules with the ancestors so that these guys would not jump out casually again, and then he said to Damian nonchalantly, "Excuse me, who are you?"

The Bear God Ancestor shook his head. Ordinary mortals were certainly not worthy of his knowing.

Martin also spread his hands, shook his head and said, "Don't take yourself too seriously. You are a naughty child that no one likes."

"If you were not Bruce's son, or the grandson of that old man Lars al Ghul, who would tolerate such a stinking personality and indulge your rude behavior?"

Even though Martin is only seven years old now, it is easy for him to control Damian, the cocky little boy.

There was nothing commendable about his martial arts skills. Not to mention compared with Bruce, even compared with Dick, he was no match at all.

The only advantage is that you are willing to kill people.

But anyone can do these things that cross the bottom line, there is nothing to brag about.

Damian's face turned livid in an instant, and his two rows of teeth clenched together as if he was tearing Martin's flesh.

A little boy like him, when he thinks he is the second best in the world and no one is willing to give in, thinks he is the best in the world.

Especially since Damian was raised by an old man like Lars, he felt since he was a child that he should accomplish something big and was destined to be different from others.

But Martin directly shattered his fantasy and made Damian realize that without the influence of his father and grandfather, he would just be an ordinary boy.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you have the guts, take away all these messy things. Let's have a real fight. I'll let you, a weak guy, know who is the boss."

Damian is a little better than the ordinary rich second generation, that is, he refuses to give up and challenges Martin as soon as he arrives.

Martin just chuckled at this, and with his venomous tongue fully unleashed, he sarcastically said, "It seems that you are not only lacking in heart, but also in brains. I obtained these things with my own strength, why should I throw them away?"

"You should understand. If you were not Bruce's son, I wouldn't even look at you, a self-righteous rich second-generation brat like you. You deserve to die."

"All right!"

Martin looked at the clock on the corner. It was still early, but he still had to meet Dick and Barbara. He instantly lost interest in training this little brat.

"You are not a fool. You should be able to distinguish between good words and bad words. If you want to stay, you have to pretend to satisfy Bruce. If you don't want to, just say it directly. There is no need to use meaningless clever tricks.

There is no point in using such tricks, except to make people think you are childish."

After saying that, Martin turned around and went downstairs to play with his friends.

But Damian's fig leaf was torn off completely. He shouted angrily, "I will kill you, you bastard! I will use your blood to prove myself."

Damian really had no self-control and no self-awareness. His first reaction was anger, and below that anger was fear.

He was not afraid of Martin's analysis and judgment, but was afraid of his true self. He did not want to become a clown stripped of all his halos.

Damian did as he said, his eyes turned red, and he started to move, drawing his knife and stabbing Martin.

boom!
The Bear God Ancestral Spirit is ready to follow Martin to see the new world.

As Damian got closer, he swung his stick and knocked the boy out like a baseball, breaking the window and landing headfirst in the bushes.

"Don't kill him, he is my friend's son after all!"

Martin looked at Damian who was flying out and said with concern.

The Bear God Ancestor Spirit patted his chest and assured that there had never been any problem with his skills.

Martin nodded and didn't think much about Damian anymore.

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