I train Batman in a horror world

Chapter 93 Moving into the Ironblood Tribe (5k)

A spaceship large enough to blot out the sky landed beside the mountain where Bruce lived.

The appearance of this colossal vessel was completely silent, without the slightest warning.

Especially after the spaceship's hatch was wide open, the row of Predator figures standing there were clearly visible.

Each Predator wore a uniquely designed mask and was taller and stronger than any Bruce had ever seen before, all exuding an indescribable wildness.

Although it was impossible to see the true look in the eyes behind the mask.

But judging from the gaze of the pupils in the mask.

Bruce was quite certain that every single one of their eyes was staring at him.

"5

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"Should we run away?" Foul asked as always.

"I think maybe not..." Bruce narrowed his eyes.

Bruce noticed that the spaceship's hatches extended into smooth deck sections that connected to the edge of the mountain.

Then several more Predators headed toward their respective caves and the directions in which they were located.

It would be impossible to say that Bruce was completely unaffected at this moment.

He has always strived to survive on this planet as a hunter.

Whether it's fighting Predators, Aliens, or other creatures on this planet.

Bruce regarded them all as his whetstones.

He needs to test himself.

But then suddenly a spaceship appeared, along with so many Predators.

It gave him the feeling that...

Ray Shogo, who has his eyes on Gotham?

Bruce had no idea how long they had been watching him!

"You are an excellent hunter."

"6

""

The Predator walking towards him was not wearing a mask.

Its face looked older, with several sharp black thorns on its forehead and many scars, so much so that the edges of its fangs were worn down, as if it had experienced countless hunts.

The opponent's braids were thicker and longer than those of any of the Predators present.

so..

This Predator is probably an elder of this alien race?

Bruce thought to himself, then looked up and stared directly at the other person, asking.

"Did you create the Xenomorphs?"

"6

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To prevent the other party from not understanding this word.

Brewster deliberately raised the alien head armor on his arm and tapped it with his fingers, making a thumping sound.

He knew that this alien race possessed a special concept similar to respecting the strong.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been challenged to a duel by the Predator the first time he met it.

Therefore, this action can demonstrate one's value to some extent.

Of course, if things don't go as planned.

Then the only option is to have some invincible bat take me back to Gotham.

"5

""

Unfortunately, the iron-willed elder did not answer his question.

He simply grabbed Bruce's arm, which was covered in gauntlets, without saying a word, and then stared intently at Bruce's bio-cloak with his tiny, beady eyes.

The force was strong, and Bruce instinctively tried to pull away.

Upon seeing this, the iron-blooded elder immediately released his grip.

"I've seen humans, but I've never seen anyone like you who dared to hunt even as a child," the Ironblood Elder said.

"?" Bruce was a little stunned.

Has the other party ever seen a human?

He can choose not to consider whether the statement is true or false.

Based solely on this statement, does it mean that this Iron-Blooded Elder once hunted humans?

Bruce was thinking.

Then Elder Ironblood continued, "Your performance in this trial is worthy of being called a qualified hunter."

"No, I'm not qualified yet." Bruce quickly regained his composure.

"Unqualified?" The experienced elder narrowed his eyes after hearing Bruce's words, somewhat puzzled by what he meant.

"I didn't even notice you were there," Bruce said.

If it weren't for the fact that Holmes, who had transformed from a ball into a bat, had just told him that things weren't over yet.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even know when they would discover their existence.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

Just like the feeling Lei Xiaogu gave him.

...It's amazing.

The Iron-Blooded Elder remained silent for a moment before saying, "Then now, Jacob and Pru are your spoils of war, and they are at your disposal."

After saying that, the two young, iron-blooded men beside him lowered their huge heads at the same time, looking resigned to their fate.

Bruce glanced at them and shook his head, saying, "I don't need any so-called spoils of war."

Upon hearing this, the two young warriors lowered their heads even further.

Failure is not scary at all.

What's even more frightening is that even at this point, they are still looked down upon.

The Iron-Blooded Elder asked, "Then what do you want?"

Bruce raised an unrelated question.

He asked, "So now I've earned your respect? When I first met Jacob, he wanted to challenge me to a duel. You seem to have some kind of peculiar custom...?"

The Iron-Blooded Elder nodded: "So you want to challenge me?"

I'm crazy for choosing to challenge you at this time.

Bruce thought to himself, but he maintained a calm demeanor.

He said, "I want to learn from you."

"7

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The elder fell silent. Several Predators behind him gave him strange looks, seemingly surprised by Bruce's request.

"What should we learn?" the elder asked.

"Learn how to become a hunter," Bruce said.

"But you already are."

"As I said before, it's far from enough."

"6

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Bruce looked directly at the other person with a serious expression.

He didn't believe he possessed the skills he currently had to return to Gotham and face Rashogu.

He needs to become stronger and learn more.

Although the technology of this alien race... is something he could learn from.

But in the field of vision that other Predators cannot see.

It was Fowler, who had been listening quietly on Bruce's shoulder without saying much, who couldn't help but say, "To put it bluntly, you're just after their technology, aren't you?! Listen to me, we can actually go back to Gotham, and then go to Smallville, Kansas, and find a little boy. He definitely has the technology you want."

"I won't listen, I won't listen, shut up, Foul!"

Bruce completely ignored Foul's words, which angered Batman so much that he frantically pulled at Foul's face.

After a brief moment's thought, the Ironblood Elder granted Bruce's request.

"In the name of the elders, I grant you permission to reside in the tribe."

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..Thanks."

There were no helpful tips, and no consequences whatsoever.

Everything was so easy.

When Bruce made his request, the Ironblood Elder agreed.

But both sides knew the truth in their hearts.

Behind this ease lies...

It is a bloody risk and cost.

The Iron-Blooded Elder would not advise the other party on how dangerous the situation was.

Furthermore, judging from Bruce Wayne's current performance, he is a qualified hunter and deserves the respect of the tribe's warriors.

Bruce wouldn't even consider how difficult things would be behind the scenes.

He knew his training wasn't over yet.

It's not over yet, at least not until we face Reshogu.

Then, the Iron-Blooded Elder in front of him suddenly shortened the spear in his hand, making it look like a short stick.

But it's different from a real short stick.

Its tip is an extremely sharp point, as if a hair falling on it would be easily cut off.

"Since you intend to join their tribe, you have to accept this mark. It's a sign of respect and it means that you will become one of them."

Seeing Bruce instinctively try to resist, Fall said, "So just accept it, kid. Who told you to learn from them?"

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The blade drew ever closer to his face, almost touching.

Bruce showed no fear in his eyes, choosing to let the blade trace the lines on his forehead, enduring the pain with gritted teeth.

Bright red blood streamed down his cheek and fell to the ground.

Once the symbol is formed.

The Ironblood Elder unfurled his spear, planted it on the ground, pointed at Bruce with one finger, and then roared at the young members of his race behind him.

"Hoo-oh-i"

As the elder's roar resounded, another chorus of roars from the Predators followed.

A fierce roar echoed across the entire mountain, startling flocks of birds into flight.

Foul pressed close to Bruce's face, raised his wings, and scanned the Predators with his gaze.

"It seems someone is unhappy with you," Foul whispered.

"I've found it," Bruce replied, squinting.

What if a tribe suddenly welcomes a newcomer, who is an outsider?

Bruce firmly believed that the days to come would not be as easy as he imagined.

But it's okay.

Once you can "subdue" them, this sense of alienation will dissipate considerably.

"Okay, what's that saying again? Our goal is the stars! Go, Bruce, go!"

"5

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The following is Bruce Wayne's latest update to the Biology Apprenticeship Log:

Biological creature: The Yetcha, also known as the Predators.

I currently do not know their species origin.

The only certainty is that although these creatures possess technology far exceeding that of humans, they have always adhered to primitive customs, such as peeling off the scalp of their prey and taking the skull as a trophy.

The Yetcha people are a matrilineal society, with males responsible for hunting and females responsible for managing the clan.

When a clan expands to a certain extent, it will split into new tribes to find their own territories.

The clan I'm currently in is called the Jungle Tribe, even though I spend most of my time living on the spaceship fleet.

It's worth mentioning that my tribe does not believe in the absolute and pure concept of the survival of the fittest.

I'm not sure if other tribes adopt more extreme survival philosophies.

But that's how it is in my tribe at least.

When they encounter groups such as the elderly, the weak, children, and women.

They will deliberately give special treatment to any group they deem vulnerable.

Of course, if something hinders their hunting, they will still hunt it.

I think that's why Jacob challenged me to a duel back then.

On the one hand, I am still a thirteen-year-old child.

On the other hand, I appeared in their sight as a hunter.

They thought I was a hunter, even though I was just a child.

Therefore, they regarded me as prey worth fighting.

Since I joined this tribe, similar challenges have occurred every day.

There are times when you feel relaxed.

There were times when he almost lost his life.

Perhaps because I chose not to kill them each time, such challenges gradually decreased.

Of course, Jacob and Prue are exceptions.

They felt insulted that I didn't treat them as spoils of war.

Although I have explained it many times, they still haven't given up.

Living in constant fear is not a good thing.

But for me, it's not a bad thing either.

Their attacks allow me to constantly train my senses.

That concludes my general introduction to the Yetcha race.

Next.

I will recount the weaknesses of the Yettsa race.

If you encounter them someday...

In a pitch-black and dimly lit environment.

A tall, invisible figure, like a ghost, silently entered a cabin.

This is a fairly spacious lounge.

However, the interior layout is not very aesthetically pleasing.

The beds for sleeping were not made and looked messy.

The technological products on the workbench looked damaged, disassembled and scattered everywhere, with messy and disorganized wiring.

There were also many small, broken parts on the ground.

The most eye-catching items are probably the biological specimens hanging on the wall, a dazzling array.

But Jacob, who had sneaked in, paid no attention to any of this.

He was just wondering where Bruce had gone.

He approached a worktable and, with the aid of a mask, looked at an open notebook.

Unfortunately, this diary seems to have been written in a special language by its owner, and for a time, the mask's translation function was rendered useless.

Jacob sighed and decided to continue searching for the bats.

suddenly!

His dreadlocks were suddenly pulled up!

The attack, which came without any warning, also caused his invisibility to be broken.

"!?"

The pain transmitted through his senses made Jacob try to resist.

And then in the next second.

A blazing blade was pressed against his greasy braid.

The scalding heat continued to stimulate Jacob's senses, as if it could deliver a fatal blow at any moment!

Then.

A familiar voice rang out.

"If I wanted to kill you, you would have died many times over, Jacob."

Behind Jacob, an invisible figure slowly appeared, then the invisibility dissipated, revealing Bruce's resolute face.

"You should have done this a long time ago, Bat!" Jacob ignored him, adopting a posture of accepting his fate.

"You... never mind."

Bruce sighed helplessly, moved the heat blade away, and showed no intention of fighting Jacob.

Seeing that the other party was too lazy to pay attention to him, Jacob couldn't help but ask, "Why can't I find you? I'm quite sure the mask wasn't damaged before."

"Your senses."

"What?"

Bruce closed the biology apprenticeship notebook, then pointed to Jacob's filthy braid and the skin on his body.

"As hunters, your senses are undoubtedly a crucial factor in hunting, and with the thermal imaging capabilities of your masks, you are exceptionally sensitive to all heat sources."

Jacob shook his head: "I don't understand."

"If you don't understand, figure it out yourself."

Bruce wouldn't tell the other person why.

The weaknesses of the Ironblood Clan are obvious.

It refers to their sensory systems.

Once the prey blends into its surroundings, it loses its target and becomes like a stealthy predator, just as a Predator would when hunting.

"Where's your pet bat? A bat? And why do you have the same name as your pet?"

Jacob looked around the room but couldn't find the small gray bat.

It knew that Bruce had a bat, and Bruce's name in the tribe was also Bat.

"It has a name, it's called Fall. It's not my pet, it's my partner," Bruce replied selectively.

During the months he stayed at the tribe, Bruce's demeanor became increasingly calm and composed.

He stood there, as if he had become one with everything around him.

The mark the elder left on Bruce's forehead has long since disappeared.

Instead, Bruce wore the alien's head directly on his shoulder, like some kind of shoulder armor, clearly identifying himself.

Bruce suddenly remembered something and asked.

"And Prue? This must be the first time I've encountered an assassination attempt solely from you, right?"

"It went hunting."

"6

"You didn't go?"

"Hunting you is my life's mission," Jacob said proudly.

"6

'

Jacob felt discouraged when he saw that Bruce had not been motivated at all.

Recalling the previous conversation.

Jacob then asked, "So what's your weakness, bats?"

Bruce was silent for a few moments, then replied, "I don't know, probably at all costs."

"6

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Jacob decided to spend some time figuring out the meaning of that sentence.

It turned to leave, but as it reached the door, it seemed to remember something and asked in confusion, "The single-person spaceship the elder gave you not long ago is already damaged?"

"Yes."

"What about the flying motorcycle?"

"It's broken too."

"You spendthrift son!"

Jacob stormed off in a huff.

The tribe's rules are simple: as long as you can prove you're a qualified hunter, you can own these high-tech products.

Every time the bats acquire a new technological product, it almost always breaks down within a few days!

It's fine if it breaks, the tribe has engineers who can fix it!

But the bats always managed to destroy these products so badly that not even a single part remained!

It had never seen such a spendthrift person!

With Jacob gone, Bruce's rest cabin returned to tranquility.

He did not continue writing his biology apprenticeship notes.

Instead, they were thinking about a problem.

A question that Jacob just mentioned.

That was Bruce Wayne's weakness.

What should it be?

If one day I were to...

"Hey ha!"

With a bang.

A bat suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of Bruce, looking refreshed and energetic.

"Did you miss me, kid?" As soon as Foul appeared, he pressed his cheek against Bruce's and pressed it hard against Bruce's.

"So, have you sent all the vehicles back to Gotham?" Bruce and Fowler exchanged a quick glance, then Bruce asked.

"Of course, you can trust Master Fu to handle things!"

Foul ruffled his fluffy head, then rolled his eyes and whispered.

"But I feel like if you keep going like this, someone's going to become a vengeful spirit!"

"Is that so...?"

at the same time.

A secret research laboratory funded by the Wayne Group.

Lucius Fox stood like a wall blocking the entrance to the laboratory, preventing the door from being pushed open.

The door frame shook violently back and forth, making a loud clanging noise!

It's as if something terrifying lurks behind this door!

The laboratory was filled with bizarre and outlandish alien technology products, enough to make one gasp in astonishment.

"I told you! Alfred, there's already enough stuff here. My brain's going to break down sooner or later!!!"

"Believe me, Mr. Fox, this really is the last time!"

"Bullshit! You said the same thing last time, and what happened? You sent an alien spaceship!?"

"This time it's smaller, it's a motorcycle."

"screw you!!!"