I train Batman in a horror world

Chapter 95 The Bat Hunt

The vast universe.

A massive starship was moving slowly.

suddenly.

On the side of the starship, a teardrop-shaped spaceship broke away from the fleet.

The spaceship spewed out its exhaust flames and with a whoosh, it rushed off in the opposite direction of the starship's journey, turning into a streak of starlight and disappearing into the vast sea of ​​stars.

This small spaceship, which had deviated from the starship's course, was piloted by Bruce Wayne himself.

He was heading to a planet that the Ironblood clan called the Hunting Grounds.

now.

Inside the spaceship.

A bat, resembling a fish, swam aimlessly across the ceiling.

"It's hard to believe that someone like you, who doesn't even have a driver's license, actually managed to drive a spaceship here!"

Foul swam up to Bruce. "Hopefully there aren't any space patrols around, otherwise nobody's coming to rescue you! Underage pilot, huh!"

"ill."

Bruce pushed the annoying guy away with a helpless expression.

"What did you talk about with Jacob just now?" Bruce asked.

"What are you saying? I don't understand!" Foul flapped his wings, trying to leave, but Bruce grabbed him by the hand!

After organizing his equipment, he left the rest cabin immediately.

During this time, Foul did not follow, but only appeared after Foul boarded the spaceship.

Bruce couldn't help but suspect what kind of bad intentions this guy was hiding!

"I'm innocent, you little rascal! I didn't do anything!" Foul said, shaking off Bruce's fingers and putting his hands on his hips.

The Predator Robin is currently just a concept; it hasn't even started taking action yet.

How can you say he did something bad?!

Bruce could tell from Fowler's posture that the other man was definitely up to no good, but he had no idea what it was!

"Don't let me catch you." Bruce said menacingly, pointing at Fowler.

"How could you think of me like that?" Foul asked, her eyes brimming with tears, looking very aggrieved.

Clearly, Bruce is no longer buying into Fowler's ideas.

He looked away, made a few simple operations on the spaceship's dashboard, and soon the entire spaceship entered autopilot mode.

Bruce then pulled up images of three Predators who had betrayed their clans.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at them calmly.

"Didn't you come here to fry fish? Why are you analyzing this instead?" Foul couldn't help but ask.

"Why can't I analyze it?" Bruce said irritably.

Bruce knew what the guy was implying.

It's nothing more than the technology of the Ironblood Clan.

Admittedly, the technology of the Ironblood Clan has reached an exaggerated level.

The description of the purpose of any piece of equipment would make it seem like something out of a science fiction novel.

But Bruce will not let his guard down because of this.

He doesn't think that having these tools makes him invincible.

After all, this was alien technology that he had not been able to fully master.

Being able to use technology normally and having complete mastery of it are two different things.

Bruce clearly prefers to be able to use these technologies normally while fully understanding them.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent so much stuff back to Gotham.

"These are external things; what matters is me as a person. I cannot let my guard down just because we have these technologies."

Bruce continued talking to himself, completely unaware that the bats above had already plugged their ears.

"Although during this time I have been active as a hunter in several Predator hunting grounds, made a name for myself and gained a lot of experience."

"But you know, I can't just let my guard down and dismiss all dangers as insignificant."

His cautious nature may be an innate talent or something he developed later in life.

Bruce always kept one thing in mind.

It doesn't matter if others look down on him; he doesn't care.

But he absolutely cannot underestimate any existence.

The same was true of these three Iron Warriors who betrayed their clan, and also of Reshogu, who lived in another world.

"I get it, I get it. You just want these technological products to be developed by yourself, right?"

Fowler swam around, swaying back and forth in front of Bruce.

"When you get back to Gotham, look forward to the good news they'll bring you," Foul said.

Hopefully...

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Bruce hummed in agreement. He had sent so many things back and even noted their purpose, so he was definitely hoping that Alfred would bring him some good news.

So Bruce didn't chat with Fowler any further after that.

He crossed his hands, his fingertips touching, as if he were deep in thought.

He needs to think about his next course of action.

Consider how to effectively deal with these three Predators.

In the Predator images projected from the spaceship, each of the three Predators is wearing a mask with a very distinctive personal style.

Lion face, elephant face, eagle face.

According to the information provided by the elders.

These three Predators seem to be very good at hunting together.

Lionface Ironblood is the team's best fighter, specializing in close-quarters combat.

Elephant Face Ironblood is more like the second-in-command of Lion Face. While possessing a certain level of combat ability, he likes to use traps and sneak attacks.

As for the last one, Eagleface Ironblood, he is their eye, possessing a mechanical falcon responsible for reconnaissance.

It can be said that these three Predator-like hunters' hunting methods are nothing like those of Predators.

Among the Ironbloods, the ability to hunt alone is considered an important part of becoming a hunter.

The fewer weapons you have, the more prey you kill, and the more valuable the honor becomes.

Predators avoid teaming up unless absolutely necessary.

Moreover, it is very unsportsmanlike for three people to fight against one at the same time.

Therefore, the option of direct confrontation was almost immediately rejected by Bruce.

After all, the three of them had been together for a long time, and Bruce didn't know the extent of their tacit understanding.

"Don't tell me you've lived here for half a year and still need so much thought to deal with three Ironbloods," Foul said, watching Bruce deep in thought.

He considered this operation to be a classic example of Batman's fish-blasting scheme.

Because Bruce had already figured out the Predator's weakness.

"Do you know what wolves do when they hunt?" Bruce suddenly asked.

"What?! Are you going to give me a lesson on hunting? I'm not human, but I really want to know!" Foul didn't do a good job of playing the straight man.

"If they are facing a whole group of prey, they will first scare the group away by intimidation, and then choose suitable prey to defeat them one by one." Bruce ignored Fowle's joke.

Fowler interjected, "But you're alone, not part of a wolf pack, and don't forget, you're a bat!"

Bruce rolled his eyes at Fowler's sabotage, too lazy to argue with him.

"What I need to do is very simple: take them down one by one," he said.

"So who is the first target?" Foul asked.

"Eye."

Bruce raised his eyes and stared at the image of the hawk-faced, iron-blooded figure, and said this.

Just then, the spaceship's system transmitted a message that it was about to arrive at its destination.

"Approaching Hunting Ground 17A. Best wishes to the hunter on his hunt."

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Upon receiving the notification, Bruce immediately canceled the spacecraft's autopilot function.

He pushed the joystick, and the entire teardrop-shaped spaceship accelerated in an instant, turning into a blur before plunging into the planet ahead.

Bruce arrived on the planet not long after.

Another spaceship has arrived in outer space.

Just like Bruce.

It also came to hunt.