The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1394 The Infiltrator

Not to brag, but Batman has faced many similar enemies throughout his life. In fact, compared to the extraordinary figures in Gotham, Kant is relatively ordinary.

What truly terrifies Batman is the hundreds of millions of fighting techniques detailed in Kant's files. He doesn't believe Yang Le would make baseless accusations; if it's written down, it must be true.

Honestly, Batman has never encountered such an enemy in his life. However, the illogical setting of hundreds of millions of fighting techniques, which seems like a game setting, is indeed very intimidating in reality.

At the very least, this shows that Kanter has more strategies for close combat than Batman has ever encountered in his entire life.

Batman identified Kantor as the enemy who infiltrated Cybertron because the information Yang Le provided indicated that Kantor was the only one capable of causing significant damage in combat.

The other weapon users in the Dark Elite are a bunch of guys who like to make big, sweeping moves, just like Superman. Only Kant could make such a small mark.

Now that we've figured out who the enemy is, the next thing to do is undoubtedly to come up with a countermeasure.

Honestly, Batman couldn't think of a good strategy against an enemy like Kanter, so he had no choice but to resort to improvisation and wait for the right opportunity.

Still using his cane to probe the way, Batman cautiously stepped out of the common room, where he finally discovered the trail of Mr. Excellence and his group.

Batman stood at the entrance to the common room, with two semicircles lying quietly on the floor about two or three meters away from him.

Batman is very familiar with this thing; it's the T-ball, a tool personally crafted by Mr. Excellence and upon which he relies for his livelihood.

The T-ball is a multi-functional composite tool, serving as both Mr. Excellence's weapon in battle and his work tool.

At this moment, the T-ball in front of him was perfectly sliced ​​open, with a smooth cut, clearly made in one stroke, showing that the attacker was a master.

Seeing this, Batman quietly pulled out his batarang and then suddenly threw it behind him.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, and then somehow broke in two, falling to the ground with a clatter.

"How perceptive."

Before Batman could speak, the space next to the broken dart in the common room distorted slightly, and then a man wearing light purple armor appeared.

The light armor this person wore had the style of an ancient bard, and his every move exuded a casual, aristocratic air.

As a true Gotham aristocrat from America, Batman could tell that this man's charisma wasn't feigned, but rather a combination of pride and authority emanating from his very being.

The air he exuded was not that of an aristocrat, but rather the disdain of a skilled hunter looking at his prey trapped in a snare.

He completely looked down on Batman, an injured ordinary human, which is why he acted so casually.

In his view, killing Batman was as easy as kicking a pebble.

"From that dart just now, I can tell that your skill is superb, but because of your injury, the dart landed in the wrong place."

With one hand on his sword hilt, Kant casually strolled around the common room, looking like a court noble on an inspection tour.

“But if you ask me, even if you weren’t injured, it wouldn’t make much of a difference. After all, there’s a fundamental difference between us.” Kant gently hooked a fallen chair with the back of his foot, then casually sat down on it.

“I am a new god from Apokolips, while you are just a vindicated Earthling. In terms that you Earthlings can understand, it’s like comparing an elephant to an ant.”

"I don't deny your Earth's famous saying, 'Many ants can kill an elephant,' but no single ant can ever bring down an elephant."

Batman remained completely unmoved by Kant's contempt; in fact, he considered the enemy's contempt to be the best weapon.

At the time, Batman also agreed with Kanter's words, saying that he now had almost no chance of defeating Kanter.

All Batman can do now is send the infiltrator's true identity to Cyborg, which means trading his own life for the information.

"Where are Blue Beetle and the others?" Batman said, taking out a few more darts from his belt.

"You mean those guys from before?" Kant dusted himself off. "Of course we killed them. According to the information I got, those guys were far less valuable than you, so naturally they weren't worth keeping alive."

Even though he had already guessed it, Batman couldn't help but change color slightly at the cruel truth, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

War is brutal, and everyone in the Justice League is attacking Apokolips with the determination to die. Wasting time on this now would be a desecration of our fallen allies.

“You’re quite good,” Kant said abruptly.

"When I met your two companions, they asked me similar questions, asking how the guy who could generate electricity from before was doing?"

"My answer was the same: that guy is dead, killed by my sword. It's a pity your two companions weren't as calm as you."

"If I hadn't noticed a slight change in your heart rate, I would have thought you had some kind of emotional deficiency. After all, most people wouldn't be completely unresponsive even if they heard their enemy had died."

“But you, you adjusted your mindset in just two seconds. I can guarantee that based on that alone, you’re already among the top of my prey.”

"If only you weren't trapped in such a weak body."

Kant sighed, then stood up and slowly drew the sword hanging at his waist.

"Don't worry, I'm here on a mission. I won't take your life. If you give up resisting, I can even leave you intact."

Batman's answer was obvious. He quickly threw the dart in his hand and then secretly controlled the lights in the lounge, plunging the lounge into darkness the next second.

“I should have said that I am a member of the New Gods.” Kant flashed his sword, deflecting the incoming batarang, his eyes fixed on Batman’s location the entire time.

"Darkness cannot be your disguise, and besides, in front of whom do you think you are using darkness?"

As he spoke, the dart that Kant had knocked away miraculously returned the way it came, flying towards Batman and aiming at the very spot he was about to reach.

Thanks to the functions on his mask, Batman naturally saw the returning dart. He didn't have time to marvel at Kanter's superb skills; he could only use his cane to knock the returning dart down.

(End of this chapter)