I train Batman in a horror world

Chapter 91 Batman vs. Alien Predator!

Patience is a valuable virtue.

Bruce Wayne mastered it very well.

Using the Predator mask to locate his other companions, Bruce quickly figured out the remaining Predators' next move.

He had been living on this planet for some time now, and he was out early and back late almost every day.

Even when he was so tired that he could fall asleep at the drop of a hat, Bruce would force himself to stay awake and write down what he had seen and heard that day.

Such perseverance gave him an exceptional understanding of the surrounding landscape.

Which areas are inhabited by dangerous creatures, and which areas are relatively safe?

He knew all of this perfectly well.

Similarly, he would do the same thing regarding the confrontation with Lei Xiaogu three years later.

As for now, he needs to be more patient.

The moonlight, like a veil, quietly draped over a gently flowing river.

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"Haa!"

A bat couldn't resist popping its head out from the depths of the water and shaking its wet fur.

"Are you sure you don't want to come out and get some fresh air? Even though the mask can be used for underwater breathing, you know it's not the same as fresh air—glug glug..."

Before Foll could finish speaking, Bruce dragged him back into the water.

"Behave yourself!"

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

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Bruce rolled his eyes in the water. Fowler's antics were exactly what he expected and didn't affect his plans at all.

The two Predators were walking slowly along the river and would reach his location sooner or later.

He needs to wait quietly.

"Glug... Seriously, shouldn't we be in the grass? Why are we in the water?" Foul asked, confused.

"The water washes away my scent, the protruding organs on the Xenomorph's back, and the Predator's filthy braids" are all sensory organs. To ensure I'm not detected by them, I must constantly conceal my scent.

Perhaps because the waiting time was always long, Bruce was actually willing to explain to Foul that it was.

It's quite obvious that Follow was just bored and chose to deliberately make fun of Bat Boy.

"I thought you were going to play Black Manta!" Foll said.

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Upon hearing this, Bruce grabbed the bat's hand and squeezed it hard.

Foul: XX

Staying in a cold river for a long time will cause your body temperature to drop rapidly.

Bruce ignored it; his physical condition was good enough to tolerate factors that might affect him at times.

This is, after all, a hunt.

Patience is the most important thing in hunting.

If he can't even endure this little bit of hardship, then what makes him think he can change Gotham in the future?

How can we stop Lei Xiaogu?

After soaking in the water for about ten minutes.

The pointed bat ears floating on the river surface suddenly darted back into the water.

"They're here."

"I know."

Bruce watched the creature gradually appear and slowly lowered his breathing rate.

The first two Predators to come into view were the remaining two.

They were supporting each other, one of them seemed to have a bruise and needed the support of another companion.

Unlike the smooth, distinctive masks they previously wore.

This time, their masks had two prominent scratches, looking like marks forcibly left by something.

In fact, this is a symbol of their successful hunting of aliens.

A scar represents the death of an alien.

They have successfully hunted down two aliens.

Logically speaking, killing an alien basically means that you are a qualified hunter.

But the Predator's tribal customs are far more complex than that.

They need to hunt down all the aliens in this trial of initiation.

Only in this way can they complete the trial.

"quack""

"5

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The ear-piercing sound of teeth grinding rang out behind the two Predators, who instinctively quickened their pace.

They are not the only ones that travel along the river.

Behind them were three more aliens.

These three aliens have been brazenly following them for some time now.

During this time, they quickened their pace, and the aliens followed suit; they slowed their pace, and the aliens followed suit.

This cunning behavior tormented the Predator's mind almost constantly.

If they become completely incapacitated at some point, the three aliens will pounce on them and strangle them.

The two Predators successfully hunted down the alien.

But what's the cost?

The price they paid was that their high-tech equipment was damaged in the battle against the aliens.

At this moment, they had to be like exhausted prey, nervously preparing to deal with the hunter, the alien, at any moment.

"Put me down," the wounded Predator said with difficulty.

"I'm just waiting for them to pounce," the captain said.

"...You should seek help from that creature," the wounded Predator said.

That creature.

This naturally refers to the former Bruce Wayne.

The other party approached them without their knowledge, and if the captain hadn't been so vigilant, almost no one would have noticed its presence.

"Shut up."

The captain, supporting his companion, scolded them, having already noticed out of the corner of his eye that an alien was getting closer and closer to them.

The captain's plan was simple: to lure the three-headed alien by feigning weakness.

But these aliens were more cunning than expected.

Even in its current weakened state, it only sent one alien to test the waters.

"Squeak"

The alien suddenly sprang up and pounced on them, its swimming tail instantly straightening into a sharp blade that stabbed straight at them.

Upon seeing this, the ruthless captain decisively pushed aside his companion, and with a whoosh, two sharp claws appeared on the back of his hand.

Click!

The alien's tail broke off on the spot, and it fled in panic.

same.

The sharp blade on the back of the Ironblood Captain's hand was also corroded by the alien's highly acidic blood.

Too cunning.

The Iron-Blooded Captain couldn't help but curse.

Seeing this, the remaining two aliens changed their target and pounced on the fallen Predator.

It's all just talk; they're being hypocritical.

The captain wanted to step forward to stop them and save his companion.

But suddenly a new alien creature leaped out of the water!

Its entire body was bound by the alien's tail, and stringy saliva dripped onto its mask, its inner teeth seemingly ready to pierce through it at any moment.

"Squeak"

"roar!"

the other side.

The wounded Predator seemed to have used its last strength, actually managing to kill one of the aliens that had surrounded it!

But strength eventually comes to an end.

It cannot be changed by any ambition or perseverance.

therefore.

As this Predator calmly accepted death.

An arrow, with the alien's tail as its arrowhead, pierced through the alien's head in an instant, spraying out viscous liquid!

"call out-

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"!?"

The aliens and Predators present were stunned by the sudden commotion.

Upon seeing this, the alien that had been entangled with the captain suddenly lashed out with its tail.

The Predator roared, and exaggerated wounds appeared on its body, temporarily rendering it unable to move.

It fell to the ground, not looking at its dead companions, but its gaze fell on the small, thin figure.

That was a prey it had planned to fight one-on-one with a long time ago.

next moment.

The prey did something it never expected.

He waved to the remaining aliens, responding to the hunt in a new way of provocation.

"Let's see who the prey is."

"Squeak!!!"

Captain Ironblood couldn't understand the other party's language. It was already very tired, but it still forced its eyelids open to watch this scene.

The aliens on the field looked at each other, seemingly reaching some kind of consensus, and then rushed towards Bruce Wayne in the water.

This guy's dead meat.

Because a new alien appeared on the water behind him.

Flowing water sources not only hinder mobility.

The aliens that appeared behind him, and the horde of aliens that pounced on him, formed an almost impenetrable encirclement.

A situation where there's no way to escape is a losing proposition no matter how you look at it.

Gradually.

The young Predator's vision began to blur.

In the last moment before he completely lost consciousness.

It seemed to have spotted its prey and made a simple movement.

It seems so...

He pulled out a strange piece of paper...?

Boom!!!

A violent commotion, like thunder, forcibly pulled him back to consciousness from his unconscious state!

Followed by.

It then saw a circular splash erupt on the river surface centered on Bruce Wayne!

The river water surged skyward, turning into raindrops that fell with a pattering sound.

The aliens that had surrounded Bruce were all lying on the dried-up riverbed, convulsing wildly, their bodies crackling with arcs of electricity.

Bruce did not hesitate at all.

He took out a retractable spear and, like a spearhead, stabbed it towards the heads of these aliens!

The spear wasn't aimed directly at the alien's head.

It's the location of the abnormally shaped oral cavity.

"Pfft!"

Bruce had, after all, severed the alien's head and studied it, so he knew exactly which parts were its weak points.

After dealing with several aliens in succession.

Bruce approached the alien with its tail severed.

He had actually planned to capture an alien alive for a long time.

This alien was also quite lucky, as it was on the verge of this "lightning tribulation".

While not fatal, it can completely incapacitate them.

"If you ever go fishing, you'll definitely be a pro. If you can't catch anything, you'll just electrocute the whole pond!"

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As the matter gradually came to an end, Foul returned to his normal self and dared to appear boldly in his surroundings again.

"I still can't figure out who created this kind of creature." Bruce frowned.

The appearance of the alien can be described as quite terrifying.

Especially in the dark of night.

The other person looks even more frightening.

Regarding the question that was puzzling Bat Boy, Fowler simply shrugged, showing no interest in explaining.

If we were to insist on tracing the origins of the Xenomorph, that would be a topic worth discussing for quite some time.

Ask Bruce if he'd like to learn more.

He would definitely be willing.

But it tells the story of the origin of the aliens and their connection to the creator.

Bat Boy is definitely going to have a brainstorming session!

There are so many things going on in their own DC universe!

Irrelevant!

"I suggest you go check on those two Predators first; they're acting a bit silly right now," Foul said.

"Um?"

Bruce turned his head and saw the injured Predator staring at him in shock.

Its mask had already fallen off during the fight with the alien.

The protruding fangs, combined with the ferocious yet somewhat blank expression.

It's almost...simply foolish?

"5

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Bruce then looked at another Predator lying on the ground.

The other person was the one who had previously wanted to challenge me to a one-on-one duel.

It was wearing a mask, making it impossible to see the expression behind it.

After a moment of eye contact.

The Predator immediately slammed his head on the ground with a thud and passed out.

"You stared it to death!" Foul yelled, grabbing his ear.

"You're kidding me."

Bruce rolled his eyes, wishing he had the ability to glare people to death.

The first thing he'd glare at and kill is that cheeky bat!

"Huh?!" Fulton was furious.

Just kidding, don't take it seriously.

Bruce then thoroughly bound the still-living alien.

Frankly speaking, even he himself felt that this move was quite dangerous.

However, he felt it was still necessary to better understand this creature.

after that.

Bruce approached the wounded Predator and looked down at him.

Not long ago, the other party was in the form of a hunter.

But now.

Only one day has passed.

The situation then changed.

There seems to be only one true hunter.

That's Bruce Wayne...

"Foul, could you translate this for me?"

Bruce stared at the Predator.

The other person bared their teeth and roared, staring intently at him.

Even though its current situation wasn't good, it still breathed frantically at Bruce.

"What a hassle. I've installed the Chinese localization patch for you. Go chat with me yourself!"

Fol flapped its wings, circling back and forth to observe the unconscious alien.

Speaking of which, is it possible to bring an alien back to Gotham?

Let's get a few alien robins...

Bruce didn't know what Fol was thinking; he just thought Fol's expression was a bit smug.

Same as before.

My brain suddenly felt a surge.

Bruce spoke decisively: "Can you understand me?"

The Predator's eyes widened, its protruding fangs twitching back and forth.

"For honor, I will hunt you!"

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Bruce couldn't understand the other person's thought process. Why would they still want to hunt him down at this point?

He glanced at the hideous wounds on the other person's body.

Bruce continued, "Follow this river for about half an hour, and there grows some kind of herb, purple in color and shaped like a maple leaf, probably in..."

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Speaking of it.

Bruce gestured the shape of the herb, then held up two fingers in front of him, "About this size."

He continued, "While I'm not sure if these herbs will have any healing effect on your injuries, I think they should be helpful. If you have a better treatment method, that would be even better."

After saying that, Bruce turned and walked away, going to the unconscious alien and intending to drag it back.

"We will hunt you down again!" the Predator panted.

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Upon hearing this, Bruce stopped in his tracks.

But only for a short while.

He then left without saying a word.

The Predator could no longer hold on and passed out.

During the time these two Predators were unconscious.

Bruce Wayne did not actually leave.

"Another fearless guy wants to challenge you to a duel!"

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