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"Who dares say he can't get up? I already said, Bane is stronger than ever! But what intrigues me most is that little golden thing. I believe you, the audience, share my curiosity: what exactly is that thing..."

Just as the riddle-maker was still chattering away, Bain's deep voice drowned out the broadcast.

"Come!"

He looked at Batman and the others.

Robin, who was not close to him, was the first to be enraged. Eager to avenge Nightwing, he threw out several batarangs without saying a word, blocking Bane's frontal vision. He then rushed from the side and leaped away!

Cassandra also calmed down and attacked Bane from behind, attempting to join forces with Robin to defeat Bane directly.

At this moment, the short stick had been extended to its full length in Robin's hand and was being struck at a forty-five-degree angle towards Bane's knee.

"Robin, watch out!" Batman shouted.

boom!

That blow landed squarely.

But Bain's legs didn't even wiggle.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Bane looked down at Robin.

Bane swung his hand back at Robin with incredible speed; Robin only had time to hold his short stick horizontally in front of his chest before being sent flying.

A little later, Cassandra, who was a step behind Robin, attacked from behind Bane's blind spot, but before she could even touch Bane, he had already turned around and grabbed her.

His arm swept across, the resulting air pressure sending shards of glass flying from the ground. Cassandra dodged the sweep by bending backward, then used a backflip to create distance.

As her toes landed, she had already adjusted the angle of her strike, launching herself forward and kicking him in the chin.

This approach is quite elaborate.

But Bain simply leaned back slightly.

Other than that, there was no response.

Bain's eyes were bloodshot, but he managed a smile. "Ouch, that really hurts."

Then, Bane's left fist came from an angle that Cassandra had never expected, sending her sliding several meters backward. She was then kicked away by Bane and fell to the ground, just like Robin.

"Bane!"

At a shout, Bane slowly turned his head and saw that Nightwing had already climbed back over the railing.

A trail of blood, not yet completely dry, clung to the corner of his mouth.

Nightwing raised his hand to stop Batman from rushing to the rescue, aimed for a moment, and then threw a freeze grenade.

The grenade left a white trail in the air.

But Bane remained calm and composed, spreading his five fingers to firmly grasp the grenade. He then twisted it forcefully, causing ice crystals to explode from between his fingers and be crushed into powder by his grip.

When he opened his hand again, a white, cold aura emanated from his palm, and apart from a slight tremor in his fingers, he was completely unharmed.

"How many do you have left?" Bane sighed, picked up the steel beam again, and threw it at Nightwing.

"Damn it." Nightwing cursed under his breath and immediately started running...

While everyone was completely unaware, Wang Bai had already crept up from the side, raising his finger and aiming it at the back of Bain's head. The instant the dark purple beam shot out from his fingertip, Bain's head seemed to have eyes, dodging the beam to the side and then rushing towards Wang Bai Xi.

“Gotcha.” Bain brought his face close to Wang Baixi’s. “Imposter.”

Bain grabbed Wang Baixi by the collar of his tactical vest and lifted him up.

Wang Baixi's eyes widened. Before he could defend himself, he was thrown out and crashed heavily onto the pile of smashed plastic seats near the midfield line.

Batman stood there, panting, unsure of what to do. His injuries were still slowly healing, but clearly, compared to Bane who had injected Amber Gold directly into his veins, his recovery was far too slow.

If we rush in rashly, even five of them wouldn't be enough to defeat Bane, so we need to observe further!

From the moment Bain stood up again, his gaze never left the other person's body.

This guy's muscle growth rate is at least twice as fast as before, his skin healing speed is visible to the naked eye, and his breathing rhythm is half a beat shorter after each exertion.

He was fierce enough, but he wasn't fighting anymore; he was burning!

He was certain that Bain's body was teetering on the brink of collapse, just one step away from the finish line.

“Angel of Death, keep an eye on that claw,” Batman pressed the communicator, “and then, give me the Venom.”

The Angel of Death looked at Batman in horror. "Are you sure?"

"Throw it over here."

The Angel of Death, who was not far away, immediately took out the venom sample he had obtained from the Penguin from his tactical pouch. The dark green liquid in the test tube swayed in the firelight.

He glanced at the three men locked in combat with Bane, took a deep breath, and forcefully flung the test tube away.

The test tube spun through the air, sweeping across the entire area, before being caught by Batman with one hand.

Robin had barely managed to stand up from the railing and watched helplessly as Batman inserted the vial of venom into the emergency slot of his tactical belt.

"Batman, what are you doing? Didn't you say you would never use this thing?"

Given his current condition, how can we administer injections blindly? Are we suggesting he take oral medication instead? That would only hasten his death!

Batman did not answer.

Bane also saw the vial of venom.

He no longer cared about the others who wanted to continue dealing with him, turned to face Batman, and spread his two huge hands. "Ha, it's too late, Batman. You missed the best time for the injection."

As soon as he finished speaking, he crashed into Batman like a meat bomb.

Batman sidestepped, using his forearm to deflect the pursuing left hook. Bane's punch grazed the top of his mask, but the fierce force of the blow was enough to extinguish any fighting spirit.

"What good will injecting venom do now?" Bain laughed as he hit him. "You think that low-concentration sample will let you catch up with me? I'm already two orders of magnitude ahead of you!"

He grabbed the edge of Batman's cape and pulled him back, kneeing him in the stomach. Batman groaned and arched his back, but instead of backing away, he used the position to press himself close to Bane's chest and shoved him away with his head.

Bane felt a sharp pain in his chest and immediately loosened his cape, taking a half-step back to regain his balance. Batman also stepped back, looking at Bane with hostility once again.

Both of them were panting heavily, less than three steps apart.

“You’re exhausted, aren’t you, Bane?” Batman wiped the blood from his mouth. “With great power comes great burden. Amber Gold can heal your wounds, but it can’t heal the energy you’ve used up.”

“You’re wrong, Batman.” But even Bane couldn’t fool himself about his breathing rate.

"Is that so? All I see is a madman nearing the end of his life." Batman smirked provocatively.

Bain was furious and charged at him again!

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Death of Bane

At this moment, Wang Baixi felt as if he were embedded in a pile of ruins and rubble, his head was buzzing and he was seeing stars.

"Holy crap, am I still in Gotham?"

He struggled to pull himself out of the rubble, and as his vision cleared to the point where he could make out objects, he saw a pipe lying not far to his left, which Bane had torn off.

After all that, I ended up being sent back to where Bane was standing.

But this isn't his escape route!

Wang Baixi slowly breathed heavily, gradually recovering his physical strength.

At the same time, he looked curiously at the venom delivery tube, one end of which was still connected to the disconnected interface, and the other end had jagged edges from the break.

There is also a thin layer of pale yellow substance adhering to the inner surface of the pipe.

This is what killed Batman!?

Wang Baixi stood up, rubbing the back of his head, and looked at it carefully.

Robin's weak voice came through the communication channel: "My lord, don't touch it! There might still be some toxic gas left in the delivery pipe. That stuff isn't an ordinary chemical gas."

"what is that?"

"It might be some kind of airborne virus..."

“That’s not a virus.” Batman’s voice came from the other side of the battlefield.

He dodged several heavy punches from Bane, then leaped up, stepping on Bane's missing right arm, and kicked him in the chin.

After landing, he took a couple of breaths.

"If it is a virus, it not only cannot remain active in the air for long, but its range of influence is also difficult to control."

"I think the scarecrow is made of fungus, some kind of fungus that can release hallucinogenic toxins, but not mycelial fragments or spores, but rather a single individual similar to air yeast."

"Some of the larger fungi are visible to the naked eye, so they are easy to avoid, but actually... cough cough, there's no need to worry. These fungi should all be dead now and will no longer release toxins."

"Fungi?" Wang Baixi's mind was still buzzing, and he secretly complained that Batman had time to educate people at a time like this!

Come on, is it really necessary to distinguish between viruses and fungi so clearly?

No, it seems that it is indeed necessary.

Wang Baixi looked down at a section of fungus in the pipe that was visible to the naked eye but had lost its vitality. He remembered that his biology teacher had indeed said: viruses are not living things.

But fungi are living organisms.

Hmm, another piece of useless knowledge has been added.

In the distance, Bane's fist grazed Batman's ear and slammed into the concrete pillar behind him, cracking the pillar's surface in several places.

Batman ducked to avoid Bane's follow-up knee strike, then circled around to Bane's side from under his arm and delivered a series of punches to his lower ribs.

Every punch landed precisely in the same spot, yet Bane remained as unmoved as a pine tree.

Just as Batman was determined to continue fighting him, Bane followed suit and delivered a headbutt that struck Batman's mask squarely.

Batman staggered back several steps, blood seeping from the bridge of his nose trickling down the outline of his mask.

"Have you had enough, Bat? Now, it's time for you to enjoy your death." Bane flicked the blood from his forehead. "I've seen through the thickness of your armor, the depth of every wound. You're just putting on a brave face, aren't you?"

But Batman didn't respond; he was still adjusting his breathing and calculating the angle of his next attack.

Clearly, Bain forgot that he also had amber gold.

Bane didn't say anything more; he simply mocked Batman before suddenly charging at him. When Batman barely managed to block the first punch with his forearm, his entire center of gravity had already shifted half an inch off balance.