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The Riddler's voice boomed from the broadcast system, his throat already hoarse from shouting half a syllable, each syllable accompanied by a shrill, off-key cry.

Great, he now knows he's bet on the right person!

Batman faked his death—a masterclass in strategy!

"Ladies and gentlemen, Bane's cavemen have been defeated! Even Bane's mask has been knocked off, look at his furious face!"

His cane pointed to the smoke-filled battlefield below the stands, and he was so excited he almost jumped off the railing.

"The five-on-three match is still going on... No! The caveman has been eliminated, now it's five against two..." the riddle man stammered.

Then, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Looking at the imposter Batman, he couldn't help but connect him with the Eastern sorcerer he had never met before...

……

Bain stared in horror at the almost invisible thin line.

In fact, the moment Batman was knocked to the ground, while Bane was focused on dealing with the others, he quietly released the roll of nanofiber filament.

He used a batarang to drive one end of the carbon fiber filament into the ground.

The remaining thread was then wrapped around Bain's ankle.

Before Bane could realize what Batman was about to do, the Dark Knight pressed the discharge switch on his belt.

The high-voltage current traveled along the nanowire, through his body, and crackled and sparked on Bain's bare back.

"Enough, Bane. Just give up."

"Ouch!!" Bane cried out, but to everyone's surprise, this attack didn't even knock him down.

Then, he suddenly ripped off the tube behind him and pulled out a fist-sized glass syringe from his waist.

The syringe contained a fluorescent dark green liquid. Without hesitation, he plunged the syringe into a vein on the side of his neck and pressed the injection button with his thumb.

Wang Baixi was speechless.

You have an extremely high tolerance for electricity, right?

"Batman, your trick doesn't seem to be working."

In less than a second, the dark green liquid was injected into Bain's blood vessels.

The muscles in his back began to writhe and swell violently, with thick, blue veins spreading from his shoulder blades to the back of his neck. His entire upper body seemed to be being frantically inflated by an air pump, and the texture of the muscle fibers twisted into shocking ravines.

At this moment, Gotham Arnold has reached his ultimate form.

Batman looked at Bane with some surprise. He never expected Bane to be so reckless. Although Venom can enhance a person's physique, once it is used beyond its limits, it will not only cause the user to become highly addicted, but also damage their brain.

"Scatter! Scatter all!" he roared.

Everyone wanted to back away, but Bain was faster than them.

Bain grabbed a section of the broken steel beam on the ground with both hands and swung it twice with overwhelming force, forcing back all living things within a radius of several meters in the center of the stadium.

"My lord, cooperate with me!"

"understand!"

Bane's gaze was somewhat vacant; all he wanted to do right now was grab "Batman," and his attention was quickly drawn to Wang Baixi, who was closer to him. His fist was aimed directly at Wang Baixi's chest.

But Batman had already launched a pincer attack from the side.

Compared to the bulky Bane, his fists were more agile.

He punched Bane in the side, then followed up with a heavy blow to the back of his head.

"you"

As Bane was momentarily distracted, Cassandra attacked from the other side. In the instant Bane turned, she sprang into action with a knee strike, landing another kick on Bane's temple, sending his head tilting to one side.

"Well done, Cassandra!"

Batman's heavy punch followed closely behind her heel, and the two exchanged blows on Bane.

The two simultaneously struck Bane's temples on both sides, a blow that completely shattered his balance. In his rage, Bane swept his fist, sending Cassandra staggering back dozens of steps. Cassandra calmly wiped the blood from her mouth, watching Bane, who seemed to be on the verge of losing control.

"king!"

"receive."

[Soul's Lament activated!]

He hit Bain again.

The beast that had been baring its teeth fell silent at that moment.

Batman, using the momentum he had just generated, delivered a spinning kick to Bane's side. Bane, caught completely off guard, was sent flying by Batman's kick. He tumbled through the air and crashed nearly ten steps away, landing heavily in the audience.

The perfect arc and force are something even Batman himself could hardly imagine.

"Bane has collapsed and cannot get up!!"

Inside the stadium, the Riddler's voice suddenly burst through the broadcast system; he seemed eager to deliver his final verdict on the battle.

The dust has settled.

Nightwing, who had been watching the dazzling battle scene, wondered if it was really over? No!

He immediately turned his head and saw that Clark was still fighting Robin.

“Clark, your partner has fallen too.” Robin gasped for breath, glaring at the Claw Mentor before him, and threw a smoke bomb at him.

"no no!"

Smoke quickly filled the space between the two, and Robin transformed into a blur, dashing into the fog. For Sebastian Clark, Robin could strike from behind at any moment.

Clark hurriedly threw away the dagger, reached into the lining of his tactical vest to retrieve his communicator, and prepared to tell the court that the mission must be canceled.

But in his panic, the communicator slipped from his hand as soon as he took it out and fell among the broken glass and concrete debris. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and a short stick hit his wrist.

Robin flanked him from the side, blocking his retreat.

"You lost again."

"Get out of the way, Robin! The court won't let you get away with this!" Clark said angrily, pulling a dagger from his boot.

Just then, a series of footsteps came from above the stands. Clark looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure in a red cloak descending from the sky.

"Hello, court lackey."

"who is it?"

The Angel of Death's fist made intimate contact with his chin.

It's over. It's all over.

"Batman, the public has been safely evacuated," the Angel of Death said.

“Roger that,” Batman frowned. “Nightwing, go check on Bane. Keep your distance and be careful.”

"Understood." Nightwing rubbed his wrist, which was numb from Bane's shock, and walked towards the ruins of the audience seats.

He walked past the steel beam that had crushed a row of plastic seats, and put the short stick back at his waist.

In the ruins, Bain's body was embedded among a pile of crushed plastic chairs, and the veins that had been throbbing just moments before were no longer bulging.

"Hey buddy, take a break."

Sigh, exercise in moderation, but be careful about taking performance-enhancing drugs.

Nightwing didn't stop. He bent down, placed one hand on his knee, and slowly reached out the other to check the other's pulse.

The empty syringe was still inserted in Bain's neck, and the skin on the side of his neck had begun to turn purple.

However, Bain opened his eyes.

In that instant, Nightwing saw his other hand hidden beneath him, a golden tooth clutched in his hand, its surface stained with the caveman's blood.

"die"

At that moment, Bane's palm struck Nightwing's chest with tremendous force, sending him flying like a badminton shuttlecock.

Nightwing lost control of his entire body and crashed through the guardrail at the edge of the field.

"Nightwing!" Robin immediately turned his head, and Clark, who was next to him, saw that Bane was full of energy again, and immediately struggled to get up.

As a result, he was pressed down on the chest by Death's knee.

He collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving violently but unable to utter a sound.

Bain stood up from the rubble, ripped the tubes off his neck and threw them on the ground. The venom injected into his veins was still burning wildly inside him, and his eyes were bloodshot.

So this was his escape route?

Then, he pulled out another palm-sized metal syringe from his tactical vest. This time, his syringe was filled with a strong acidic dissolving solution.

Before everyone's eyes, Bain disassembled the glass tube of the syringe and inserted the amber gold tooth.

The dissolving liquid quickly corroded the tooth into a blob of golden liquid.

"Come on, Batman."

He once again aimed the syringe at his carotid artery and pressed down hard on the plunger with his thumb.

"We will not rest until we die."

Chapter 57 Bane: You think you can outlive me?

Just as Bain pushed the last drop of dissolving solution into the syringe, a beam of moonlight shone down from above the stadium, shining unobstructedly on his back.

This is Gotham tonight, beautiful yet chilling, gentle yet cruel.

Under the moonlight, Bane's muscles began to grow wildly, making him even bigger, and the torn flesh on his back began to heal rapidly.

The riddle solver was the first to realize it.

"My God, he's so tall!"

"Bane hasn't fallen! Look at those muscles, ladies and gentlemen! Bane is back up!"