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Furthermore, after escaping Arkham Asylum, Shark King Nanase deliberately hid in a place for a few days.

He only dared to come out and vent his emotions and cause destruction after receiving news of the entire Arkham Asylum escape.

"Destruction! Destruction! Nanase wants to destroy everything!" King Shark roared, smashing a wall with his fist. "Two months! Those guys actually kept Nanase locked up for two whole months!"

Seeing the Shark King with bloodshot eyes, spouting nonsense, Batman descended from the sky and came to his side.

"Go back to Arkham Asylum obediently, Nanase, don't force me to take action!"

Upon hearing Batman's words, King Shark turned around and said with a disdainful look, "Sharks are never afraid of bats! Let alone Nanase!"

With that, Shark King reached out and shoved a big hole into Batman's chest.

Batman easily dodged, then leaped onto Shark King's back, grabbing the shark's dorsal fin and saying, "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Energy flowed through the Batsuit, instantly boosting Batman's power several levels.

Then, Batman clenched his fist and slammed it hard into the back of Shark King's head.

Bang!

Dust filled the air, and the Shark King was knocked to the floor by Batman's punch.

Batman jumped off Shark King's back and pulled a pair of specially made handcuffs from a small yellow bag at his waist.

“We could have resolved this peacefully, but you refused.”

Batman had just crouched down in front of Shark King with the handcuffs when he heard Shark King's voice: "I think I have to eat you to feel better!"

Suddenly, the Shark King opened its blood-red maw and turned to bite Batman, who was crouching down.

In Batman's eyes, the layers of sharp teeth inside the King Shark's enormous mouth were clearly visible, and he could even smell the faint stench of bad breath emanating from the King Shark's mouth.

Upon seeing this, Batman immediately dodged to the side.

The Shark King bit down on the ground where Batman had just been standing.

Like a cat craving food, he dug up a large chunk of brick and soil from the ground, then stood up and began to chew.

Batman didn't just sit and wait to be killed. Instead, he retreated to create some distance and threw two batarangs at Shark King.

The batarang wasn't very fast; Shark King stretched out his hands and easily caught it.

"That's it?"

As soon as Shark King finished speaking, a series of rapid and brief beeps sounded from the batarang in his hand.

Two bursts of fire erupted from the Shark King's hands, shattering them into pieces.

Batman smirked and said, "That's right, that's it!"

The smell of blood flowing from his hands made the Shark King's eyes instantly turn crimson and gleam.

Even the smell of his own blood gradually blurred the Shark King's rationality, causing him to go mad.

With its super-powerful self-healing ability, Shark King's hands are gradually recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even if his hands were restored to their original state, it would not restore the Shark King's sanity.

"Blood...the taste of fresh blood..."

Shark King's eyes were glowing bloodshot, and drool dripped from the corners of his mouth as he mumbled, "Nanase... needs blood, needs slaughter..."

Just then, Batman suddenly received a message from his butler, Alfred.

"Young master, I think I've found Firefly's location. He's causing a ruckus in a bar on South Street."

"You need to get there quickly, the fireflies' flamethrowers will burn everything there to a crisp, including the seventy-five people in the bar."

"Young Master? Young Master! Are you listening?"

Batman sighed, wiping the sweat from his temples. "I'm listening," he replied. "But Alfred, there's a tough guy in front of me right now. I don't think I'll be able to get to that bar in at least thirty minutes!"

Soon, news came back from Alfred.

"Alright, young master, I estimate that by the time you get there you'll only be able to catch fireflies at most. As for the seventy-odd people in the bar... I just hope that the fire will be just right and that they won't all smell burnt."

Batman: "......"

Just as Batman was overwhelmed, a huge green figure leaped out of the house behind him.

Along with the shattered windowpane, falling to the ground, was Wellen Jones, now dressed in his own uniform.

It was called a uniform, but it was just a pair of super-elastic blue boxer shorts that Depp bought from Bruce Banner.

"Batman, leave this to me, you can go elsewhere!"

Wellen stared at the Shark King not far away and said without turning his head.

Upon seeing this, Batman immediately gave Wayne a thumbs up: "Kid Crocodile, you're a reliable guy! On behalf of the seventy-five idiots at South Street Bar, I thank you wholeheartedly!"

Then, Batman pressed a button on his wrist, and a cool Batmobile came around the corner.

Batman hopped on his motorcycle and headed straight for the South Street bar, leaving the battle to Crocodile Kid Wayne and Shark King Nanase.

"Are you... a shark?"

"Are you... a crocodile?"

Both Weren and Nanase developed questions and interest in each other's race.

"No, according to Waller, I possess the superior genes of the Old God known as the Shark God, which makes me completely different from those brainless ordinary sharks."

"No, I am still a human being at my core, just exhibiting some atavistic tendencies."

"Atavism?" Nanase asked. "Does that mean you also possess some special genes and bloodline that are different from humans?"

Upon hearing Nanase's words, Wellen inexplicably felt a surge of competitiveness.

You have the genes of the shark god, right?

Okay, I have one too!

"That's right, I have the Crocodile God's genes!"

Upon hearing this, Nanase immediately showed an expression of understanding, completely believing Wellen's words.

After all, Wellen does look quite similar to a crocodile.

But when Wellen uttered the words "Crocodile God," countless images flashed through his mind.

The green crocodile, whose scales were even darker than its own, gradually moved from the water to the land, and eventually began to walk on two legs instead of four.

Gradually, the crocodile learned how to use tools and language.

But what he was most proud of was his unparalleled strength!

Because of this power, he became the faith and totem of many human tribes.

Thus, the Crocodile Tribe was born!

As more and more people came to believe in the Crocodile God, the crocodile grew stronger and stronger, eventually becoming a being truly comparable to a god.

He possesses the strength to move mountains and seas, and his scales are indestructible, unbreakable by anyone.

His physical body is strong enough to withstand falling meteorites, and his regenerative abilities make him immortal.

Even the scales and flesh on his body can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded.

Ultimately, as the Crocodile God tribes were plagued by internal wars due to unequal distribution of resources, the crocodile, who had become a god, gradually lost faith in humans and stopped protecting those who believed in him.

"Are these my ancestors?"

Wellen said blankly, "Perhaps... this is me from the past?"

As the crocodile retreated into the mountains, the images in Wellen's mind gradually faded, replaced by the gaping maw of Nanase.

Nanase looked at Wellen, who was about to be swallowed by him, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"You dare to daydream when you're facing me? You idiot, you deserve it!"

Once Wellen recovered, there was no way to escape; half of his head was already inside Nanase's mouth.

Wellen even saw the chive leaves hanging between Nanase's teeth.

And Nanase's rapidly closing, gaping maw of blood.

"You really aren't picky about food, are you?"

Wellen immediately thrust his hands diagonally into Nanase's mouth, supporting Nanase's upper and lower jaws respectively.

As the two well-known DC bulldozers grappled, Nanase's teeth and the scales on Wellen's palms rubbed together violently.

Sparks flew and light flashed from Nanase's mouth, like a specially made Halloween shark head lantern.

As time went on, Wellen's hands eventually became stronger than Nanase's jaws.

Wellen pried open Nanase's mouth little by little. Just as Wellen was about to pull his head out of Nanase's mouth, Nanase's fists slammed into Wellen's chest like heavy hammer blows.

Bang bang bang!

Wellen was caught off guard by the sudden punches, and his head was once again swallowed by Nanase.

However, Wellen, who had just awakened his inherited memories and whose power was constantly increasing, would not sit idly by and wait for his death.

A rustling sound, like popping beans, rang out from Weiren's body, and at the same time, his tough and sharp scales began to flip outwards.

At this moment, Wellen was like a... crocodile with its fur standing on end!

Nanase's fist slammed unexpectedly into the scales that Weren had erected, instantly creating more than a dozen deep wounds that exposed bone.

The pain caused the pressure on his jaw to ease, and Wellen immediately pulled himself away with both hands.

"It seems that the God of Sharks is nothing more than a lowlife who likes to launch sneak attacks."

Wellen rubbed his wrists and neck, and said sarcastically, "What's most ridiculous is that even if some people try to sneak up on me, they're still no match for me!"

After saying that, Wellen immediately lunged forward and punched Nanase in the face.

Nanase was sent flying more than ten meters by the punch. He then got up, rubbed his slightly red face, and said incredulously, "You bastard, are you really the inheritor of the Crocodile God's genes?"

Upon hearing this, Wellen was puzzled. Judging from Nanase's words, could it be that he knew about the origin and story of the Crocodile God gene in his body?

But none of that matters right now. The important thing is to beat this guy into submission and then tie him up!

Then, instead of answering Nanase's question, Wellen jumped to Nanase's side again and tackled him to the ground.

Then came a barrage of punches!