Beneath the castle, the fierce battle continued.

Although Joey had the aid of "Bane's Blood" and his original fighting skills weren't bad, he was still outmatched by the_Bruce.

Moreover, there was a direct gap in performance between the two's Batsuits, which led to Joey gradually falling into a disadvantage.

"What's wrong? Kid." the_Bruce said as he attacked, "Already running out of steam?" He began to circle around Joey, as if he was playing with his opponent, "You really think...I was able to sit firmly on this throne just by relying on the equipment Clipper made?"

Joey naturally didn't think so. He knew very well that in the past few years, the_Bruce relied on real skill every time he fought challengers. Even without wearing "combat armor," he was still very powerful.

"Compared to my ancestor, I am indeed far behind..." the_Bruce continued, "Bruce Wayne was the most outstanding combat master of that era. He was proficient in 127 kinds of martial arts and almost all weapons. His fighting style was unique...mixing Taekwondo, Judo, Muay Thai, Boxing, Ninjutsu, Jujutsu, and other strengths. No one can imitate it." He paused, "The fighting skills I have mastered, whether in quantity or quality, are far inferior to him. But...it's more than enough to deal with you."

Before he finished speaking, the_Bruce launched another fierce attack. His figure was as fast as lightning and as fierce as a tiger. Not only were his punches and kicks capable of delivering a thousand jun (a unit of weight), the killing weapons on his armor were not for show either. No matter how far Joey was from him, he couldn't be careless in the slightest, because his attack methods were very diverse.

"I won't lose to you..." Joey gritted his teeth and persisted, at least in terms of willpower, he wouldn't lose.

"Heh..." the_Bruce sneered, "Very good...very ambitious. I knew it, you are a person who does great things."

Bang bang bang—

As he spoke, the_Bruce delivered three more punches, each hitting Joey's chest. Cracks had already appeared on the latter's Batsuit.

"But people who do great things either achieve great success or suffer a great defeat..." the_Bruce's words continued. He was fully qualified to teach Joey in this regard, because he himself was a good example, "Do you think that cloak can be worn by anyone? Do you have my awareness?" He raised his voice as he advanced, "If you did, you wouldn't have said such a stupid statement as 'I don't want to become a god'."

"No...it's almost at the limit...my consciousness is becoming blurred, this is going to be bad..." At this time, Joey had no energy to respond verbally. His body was enduring unprecedented pain. All he could do was try his best to concentrate and prevent himself from fainting.

"Joey Collins." the_Bruce's attack was finally coming to an end. He successfully knocked Joey to the ground and prepared to deliver the final blow, "You made the same mistake as my ancestor. Your idealism is just a painkiller, while my philosophy...is surgery." He raised an arm, and the laser beam on his wrist was already aimed at Joey, "This city needs a god, not some dark knight. You don't want to be a god...then die!"

Chi—

In the next second, a beam of light shot out and hit the target.

But...the person who was hit was not Joey, and the person who fired the beam was not the_Bruce.

"Tch...are there uninvited guests?" the_Bruce covered the area behind his shoulder where he was shot and turned to look back.

In the night sky, Maya was wearing a traditional Robin costume, gliding down. The laser gun equipped on her right arm was still emitting a faint light.

It turned out that at that critical moment, Maya launched an attack from the air and shot Bruce. With this opportunity, Joey was able to catch his breath slightly. He immediately rolled over, got up from the ground, and reopened the distance between himself and his opponent.

Bane's Blood greatly enhanced Joey's metabolism, an ability that ordinary people could not match, and it was his only advantage at the moment.

"Hmph...since your helper made the first move..." the_Bruce saw that the situation had changed and immediately made a countermeasure, "Then I won't be polite..." He turned on the communicator near his mouth and immediately ordered, "Robins, come out! Fight for your god!"

As he gave the order, a large number of hovering airships poured out from around the Bat Castle and came to the sky above the square.

"The farce should end." the_Bruce said, "I had a good time playing with you, Joey." He grinned hideously, "But...now I want to hunt a few more challenging prey, so I'll leave it to my troops..."

"Are you referring to me?" Suddenly, Feng Bujue (Joker)'s voice came from above, interrupting Bruce's words.

The latter looked up, and his expression changed instantly...

At this moment, a figure appeared on the high platform of the Bat Castle.

He was wearing Batman's suit, draped in Batman's cloak, and wearing Batman's mask. But the lower half of his face, which was exposed, showed a grinning smile.

"What a joke?" the_Bruce said in a deep voice, "Why are you there!"

"Well...I just infiltrated your castle again through 'some means', killed everyone who dared to stop me along the way, and then came here." Feng Bujue replied in a teasing tone.

"What do you think you're doing? The Joker dressed as Batman..." the_Bruce glared at Jue Ge, "This is simply an insult..."

"A Batman who kills is an insult." Feng Bujue replied confidently, "A Batman who pursues domination is an insult..." As he spoke, he shook his cloak and suddenly fell from the air, "A ninety-year-old Batman who turns himself into a Frankenstein because he is afraid of losing power is a complete insult."

When he said this, he happened to land.

Jue Ge smiled slightly and continued: "Bruce, you are a generation of heroes, but like many heroes, you didn't keep your integrity in your later years..." As he spoke, golden light had already lit up between his fingers, "The rules of the game should be changed, and I will change them!"

"Fire! Kill him!" the_Bruce roared and ordered the airship group in the sky to attack.

However...what happened next once again exceeded his expectations.

Boom boom boom—

Two seconds later, those hovering airships actually began to shoot at each other...Hundreds of artillery fires intertwined and exploded in the air. Soon, airships that had been shot down rushed towards the ground, spewing thick smoke, smashed into the crowd, and exploded.

"Oh! God!" "Run!" The crowd began to riot, and screams were heard incessantly.

"Hehehe...look, your attitude will change when you encounter this kind of situation that touches your bottom line." Feng Bujue approached the_Bruce step by step, "You were very domineering when you jumped into the crowd, and when you fought Joey, but...your aura as the King of Gotham, in the final analysis, still comes from your confidence in your own strength and your grasp of victory."

Jue Ge grinned and stopped two meters in front of the other party: "If you have the guts, say what you said before to me again."

"What's wrong with you? Why are you firing at each other!" the_Bruce began to retreat slowly, shouting into the communicator, "Answer me! Anyone!"

"Sir, our airships are out of control...ah!" Someone finally responded in the communication channel, but this person was finished before he could finish speaking.

"What? Are you unable to think due to fear?" Feng Bujue smiled, "Can't you figure out such a simple thing...Since I have a way to take over all the big screens in this city, then I naturally have a way to control those hovering airships. Don't forget...the hardware technology and operating system of these things are from the same person."

"Clipper!" the_Bruce roared to the sky, "You traitor! I'm going to kill you!"

"Heh...you should worry about yourself first." Feng Bujue sneered and suddenly made a move.

Chi Ying—Chi Ying—

Two golden rays led to two clear sounds.

Jue Ge held the Death Poker and launched two close-range slashes. The_Bruce met him with the fin blades on his forearm and fought back two moves.

"Hmph...you're just so-so..." After blocking the attack, the_Bruce was overjoyed. After this short confrontation, he found that Jue Ge's power was not as exaggerated as he had imagined. Although the glowing weapon in his hand could not be analyzed, its power did not leave any scars on the Bat Armor.

"Don't get me wrong." Feng Bujue continued, "I'm hitting so lightly mainly to test your strength." He dispersed the poker in his hand and scratched his head, "This will make it easier for the next step of the plan..."

Hearing this, the_Bruce was surprised and wary.

But Jue Ge didn't attack again. Instead, he took something out of his pocket and said, "This device was temporarily modified by Dr. Clipper using the existing equipment in the Batcave. Its effect is very interesting." He held a walkie-talkie-like device and said, "It can release a special electronic signal that can cause some interference to a specific system."

Before he finished speaking, the_Bruce already understood what the "system" the other party was referring to, but he was powerless to do anything about what was about to happen and could only grit his teeth and stand in place, remaining silent.

"According to my test..." Feng Bujue held the interference device in one hand and stretched out the index finger of the other hand, hanging it on his lips, as if he was selling cute, and said, "It's about right to reduce the output of your combat armor by about 40%..." He did what he said, clicked a few times on the device, and the operation was completed.

At the same time, a bunch of error message prompts immediately popped up on the lens in front of the_Bruce's right eye, and his armor's tactical analysis system and weapon remote control system collapsed in an instant.

"Okay, now..." Feng Bujue was still a few meters away from the other party when he said the first half of the sentence, but when he said the second half of the sentence, he had already appeared behind Bruce, "You get up there for me!"

He suddenly grabbed the other party's cloak, jerked it hard, and threw this script Boss into the sky.

the_Bruce was completely confused by the other party's incredible speed. It seemed that...his previous estimate of this "Joker" was completely wrong. The other party's limit was not something he could test at all...

By the time Bruce came back to his senses and thought of stabilizing his body, he had already fallen diagonally towards the high platform of the castle. So, he simply landed there.

At the same time, Feng Bujue had followed closely behind, jumping up from the square with Joey.

"Now, you no longer have self-propelled remote-controlled Batarangs, no thermal induction system, no laser weapons...and the output of the powered armor has been reduced by 40%." Feng Bujue said, "The technological gap brought about by the times has been wiped out, and your strength and speed are basically the same as Joey's at the moment." He smiled, "You want a game, I'll give it to you; you want fairness, I'll give it to you; you want an audience..." He waved his arm, and the big screens all over the city turned on again and started broadcasting the scene here, "...I'll give it to you too."

Feng Bujue laughed wildly, and his laughter resounded throughout the city.

"Citizens of Gotham! I've brought you a real, authentic show." He laughed a few times before saying, "Let's see...who is stronger when wearing the most basic Batman equipment that is not intended to kill."

When Jue Ge said this, he suddenly stopped and cast a strange look at Joey. After the latter exchanged glances with him, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't make any statement.

"The birth of Batman...let you witness it yourselves..." After Feng Bujue finished speaking, he shook his cloak and walked swaggeringly into the Bat Castle.

When he brushed past the_Bruce, the latter was so nervous that he didn't dare to move, let alone attack.

"I think we have a second round." After Jue Ge left, Joey took a few steps forward and said, looking directly at Bruce.

At this time, behind Joey were the streets billowing with smoke and the sky filled with gunpowder.

In this solemn scene like a battlefield, Joey Collins' figure seemed to become taller than usual. The eyes hidden under the Batman mask also revealed an unprecedented firmness.

The black cloak swayed in the wind. In a trance, people seemed to see another person, a great figure who had passed away a hundred years ago. His real name was not important, because he was – Batman.

"Heh...hehe...hahaha..." the_Bruce suddenly laughed, a miserable laugh, but also a relieved laugh.

In this darkest moment before dawn, there was not a single Bat-Signal left in the sky. However, those bizarre light pillars still enveloped the city.

The entire Gotham fell into silence, and everyone...was paying attention to the duel here.

"Okay...okay..." the_Bruce shook his head and smiled, "You want to be Batman, right?" He looked at Joey, "Okay...then come and defeat me, surpass me..." As he spoke, he took off the lens and communicator on the right side of his face and threw them aside casually.

At this moment, this emperor who had ruled Gotham for more than thirty years finally abandoned the hypocrisy and fear in the depths of his heart and faced everything in front of him with equanimity.

"I want to warn you...the path you have chosen is more difficult than becoming a god..." the_Bruce said, "I failed to persevere on that path, so I became what I am today..." As he spoke, he untied his cloak and threw it on the ground, "I have to admit that I failed to inherit Bruce Wayne's will." He paused, "But I did eliminate evil and chaos and maintain the peace of Gotham."

"You brought peace with dictatorship." Joey replied.

"Yes, I have no regrets about this and I am proud of it." Bruce replied, "Because I have witnessed with my own eyes...the chaos brought about by freedom."

"You should stand on the dividing line between order and chaos, defending those who are weak, rather than protecting them through control." Joey added.

"Heh..." Bruce smiled bitterly, "It's a great irony for you to say such a thing to me..." He moved his neck a few times and clenched his fists in a stance, "Ideologically speaking, you are the heir Bruce Wayne wanted...but whether your ability is sufficient will be tested by me, the last descendant of the Wayne family..."