Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 161 Meeting a master

"How did you find this place?"

Unexpectedly, the man who walked out of the maze did not seem to be mentally affected. Instead, after throwing away the batarang, he put his hands behind his back and asked the two of them a question calmly.

However, Batman was obviously not the type to follow other people's rhythms, so he directly asked back with two questions.

"What organization are you and why are you hiding underground in Gotham?"

"Hiding? That's not quite accurate. We have never hidden. We just don't like to show off. We are the guardians of Gotham's night just like you."

Just like the name of the organization called the Court of Owls, this mysterious guy also wears something like an owl, but unlike Batman's rather modern outfit, the man's uniform looks more like a medieval assassin's outfit.

This classic owl-shaped black night suit is exactly what Talon raised by the Court of Owls would wear.

"Guardians? Who are you protecting for? Those shady people in power? Or those slaves of money?"

Although Terry told Batman this information, it does not prevent Batman from using it on the spot to deceive the other party.

"It seems that you know a lot about us, and you were able to investigate so many things in places that we couldn't pay attention to - but what you said is all in the past tense."

Turning his face towards Batman, Terry raised his thumb and pointed in the direction of the claws: "Look, he's in a hurry."

The Brain of Cthulhu's performance was unexpected. It actually brainwashed the entire Court of Owls without saying a word.

"Now, the purpose of our protection has changed, and the scarlet blood will guide us to a better future."

As expected, the claw assassin was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Batman to have so much information.

"A bunch of fools, they have brainwashed a disgusting brain and they don't even know it, and they still call me "Sir", why? That brain can also grow a physiological organ for you to serve with your mouth, right?"

Terry was still worried that the other party would not fight them. After all, this was someone else's territory. When the time came, the claw would run directly into the maze. It would be difficult for him and Batman to wander around and find someone.

Batman gave Terry a complicated look.

Terry, who had always been a transparent person, narrowed his eyes.

"Lord Scarlet is an existence that cannot be described in words. Boy, your offense will be the sound of revelation that will make you want to die later."

If I remember correctly, the opponent seems to have a home field advantage in this imitated Minotaur maze, with various mechanisms emerging in endlessly. In the comic plot, Batman was hammered over in this maze several times.

Although those Claw Assassins were originally half-dead warriors who were brainwashed and cultivated from childhood by the nobles who formed the Court of Owls, it does not seem surprising that they were rewashed by Brainwash who was good at mental manipulation.

Terry asked casually.

There was a certain fanaticism in the man's voice.

What he didn't expect was that the claws, which had been acting calmly and gracefully just now, reacted fiercely to Terry's words.

"The scarlet blood you're talking about isn't a flying brain, is it?"

It's good to be angry, but there is a weakness to being angry, and Terry can seize this weakness and exploit it repeatedly.

But then the man laughed softly.

"I remember you were just a few days old."

"It's still a little difficult to express in English. If he could understand Chinese, I would have scolded him so much that he wouldn't even know his mother."

The next second, Terry, who was still singing with Batman, suddenly raised the moon in his hand, and opened the dart silently thrown by his claws with a ping. "It must be really urgent now."

No matter how professional combat psychological warfare training Talon had received before, after being re-brainwashed by the Brain of Cthulhu, his mental state was no longer as stable as normal. Talon, who was scolded by Terry for being anxious, saw that the sneak attack failed and flew directly. He rushed forward, and the curved claw blade on the back of his hand popped out and went straight for Terry's throat.

Naturally, Batman couldn't sit idly by and ignored him, so he immediately stepped forward to greet him.

The corners of Terry's mouth behind the mask have also been raised, and he is waiting for the opportunity to move with his moon-watching sword. As long as the opponent reveals a flaw, he will immediately rush into the battlefield.

I've always heard that the assassins in the Court of Owls are all as skilled as Batman, but if I dare to pounce on them like this, I still have no idea...

Bang!

In Terry's extremely shocked eyes, Batman actually exposed his own flaw in just four moves, and was kicked away by a sharp claw.

With a backhand sword, he caught the sharp claw and instantly twisted the hook towards his head, and Terry yelled.

"Damn it! Batman, you, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, can you deliberately let off steam?"

How could Batman be so much weaker than Talon in a normal fight?

Behind Terry, Batman, who jumped up from the ground with a kite, frowned and shook his head vigorously while covering his kicked abdomen.

"He's the Enhancer, and there's something wrong with this place!"

And Terry also became solemn after shouting those words.

Because the opponent's strength was astonishing, there was a vague tendency to overwhelm him.

This means that the opponent not only has skills comparable to Batman, but also has a stronger body than Terry Bai.

He raised his knees to resist the opponent's sudden thrust, and while taking a step back, he also put his other hand on the hilt of the sword. He held the sword in both hands and twisted around to dive down. The hook on his clawed hand rubbed against Mochizuki's sword edge. A string of sparks.

After trying hard to avoid the opponent's huge pressure, Terry was about to turn around and hand over the sword, but he didn't expect a sudden pain in his lower back, and then a horizontal kick directly hit Terry's side waist, and his whole body was kicked like Batman. Fly out.

Terry, who fell flat on the ground, quickly turned over and jumped up. He turned around and saw Batman fighting with the opponent again. However, after the same four or five moves, his forearm was scratched by a sharp blade, and he had no choice but to throw out a dart to stop him. The opponent's next attack rolls backwards and pulls away.

Terry took the time to touch his waist, looked at the blood on his gloves, and sighed dumbly.

This was the first time he was injured in a head-on hand-to-hand combat.

"I can fight better than you, I'm stronger than me, and my reaction speed can crush both of us."

Terry shouted towards Batman from a distance: "How about we withdraw?"

The clawed arms crossed and swung downwards, the sharp blades protruding from the arms intertwined with sparks, and he sneered.

"Batman can leave, but you, the guy who has offended Lord Scarlet several times, have to be sacrificed here today."

"Wow, let's take aim at it, right?"

Terry chuckled and let go of the hilt of the sword with one hand. After dancing two sword flowers with the other hand, his smile suddenly dropped.

"I'm kidding, I haven't faced such a fierce opponent for a long time. Thank you Hei for calling me over. I can stay here for about ten minutes. Let's hurry up and play a few more moves."

"I told you, you can't leave."

"Then you have to hurry up and try to stab me to death twice within six minutes, otherwise you won't be able to stop me whether I want to 'leave' or not."

(End of this chapter)