Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 865 The Battle of Broken Back
“You shouldn’t have come,” Batman said, as if he hadn’t seen Bane.

“But I still came,” Talia said, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Lei Xiaogu said with emotion.

"Enough!" Bane was furious that his moment of glory had turned into a farcical scene. He activated the switch, and the venom canister on his back injected enough venom to kill hundreds of people into his body. However, his special physique made him immune to the venom, which inexplicably increased his body density, strength, endurance, and resistance to blows.

Stimulated by the venom, Bane's muscles swelled to an exaggerated degree. He couldn't even touch his anus, let alone his back. Compared to it, the gym boss's Kowloon Tech was like a harmless little sweet drink.

However, this state can lead to an imbalance of Bain's hormones, making one irritable and easily angered. It's like feeding a bull in heat a handful of blue pills and then showing it how people brag. Goodness, its veins bulge like water pipes.

"I'm going to break every bone in your body!" Bane roared as he charged forward, but Batman merely glanced at him indifferently, though a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips, for he had finally met an opponent who was not easily defeated.

Batman's super testosterone levels, dozens of times higher than normal, not only transformed his physical body but also affected his mind, though both were suppressed by his willpower.

But instinct is instinct, and the more you suppress it, the more it rebounds. Batman can release some of his reproductive desires through Catwoman, but he can't taste the sweetness that passion brings.

Of all desires, the desire to fight is the strongest, so strong that even when Batman enters a deep meditative state, his body still craves battle, even more dangerously, because his muscles seem to gain independent consciousness and can move on instinct.

In other words, once Batman loses consciousness or becomes engrossed in battle, his body will release all its shackles and completely transform into a ferocious beast.

Unaware of this, Bane bravely charged forward, his heavy weight and immense strength allowing him to unleash even more powerful punches.

Bane's right fist slammed into Batman's cheekbone with a sharp, tearing sound. The carbon fiber helmet groaned under the strain, but Batman's massive body, no less imposing than Bane's, remained completely still, only tilting his head slightly as a token gesture.

Bane, whose rationality was ignited by the poison, was still engrossed in his brilliant plan. In his mind, Batman was already cornered, like a stray dog ​​trapped in an alley, destined to be beaten to death. However, Rashomon and Talia were clear-headed and noticed something was amiss, but they couldn't quite put their finger on what it was.

Batman, who had just taken a heavy punch to the chin, felt the sweet, metallic taste of blood seeping from between his teeth, but it wasn't enough. This was far from enough to get his blood pumping. So come on, let him see just how far this ambitious man who wanted to destroy Gotham was capable of!
"Your fancy but useless fighting skills won't last three days in Penadoro Prison!" Bane, his eyes filled with rage, grabbed Batman's cape and yanked it back, then viciously slammed his knee into Batman's stomach.

With a muffled thud, like a hammer hitting a tire, Batman was not deterred. Instead, he grabbed Bane's elbow and, using the momentum of Bane's forward movement, slammed it down. With a sharp crack, Bane's shoulder dislocated.

The pain only excited Bane more. He used his uninjured left hand to lock Bruce's throat and slam him against the wall. With all his might, he caused fine cracks to spread from behind Batman, covering most of the wall.

Without using any gadgets, the expressionless Batman retaliated swiftly and decisively, elbowing Bane in the face. The elbow grazed Bane's brow bone, drawing a string of blood beads, and the heavy force made Bane's vision go black, causing him to lose his balance and stagger backward.

However, the suffering he endured in prison forged Bane's indomitable will and ability to withstand pain. He gripped his arm and pushed hard, using the strength of his muscles to reset the dislocated joint. Then he charged forward with his head down, like an angry bull, his battering ram-like shoulder slamming into Batman's waist and abdomen, smashing through the wall behind him.

This is a workshop in a waterworks, filled with pipes and pumps, but that didn't stop the two from continuing their fight.

Batman and Bane tumbled and wrestled on the broken concrete, each blow heavy and powerful. The concrete blocks, which could make a person cry, crumbled like stale bread, leaving deep and shallow craters in the cement floor. The pipes they collided with emitted a piercing twisting sound. Large amounts of water gushed out from the deformed and cracked parts, gradually flowing over their feet. But the battle did not stop; instead, it became more and more intense. Punches, grappling, collisions, and splashes of water made their figures appear and disappear in the dim emergency lights. The sounds of fighting were incessant.

Bane suddenly wrapped his legs around Batman, locking him in a standard Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu armbar, his muscular arms bulging with veins, attempting to drown him in the water.

"Feel what it's like to suffocate!" Bane laughed maniacally as the water on the ground rose higher and higher.

Batman, whose blood was gradually heating up, twisted his neck, suddenly tightened his core muscles, and unleashed incredible power, allowing him to flip over and stand up. He then lifted the bear-like Bane with one arm and slammed him heavily onto a nearby pipe.

The pipe, as thick as a man's waist, snapped under the fierce force, but Bane still didn't let go, only letting out a muffled groan, with blood faintly visible at the corner of his mouth. The high-pressure water gushing from the broken pipe pierced his bare neck like steel needles. Bane let out a beastly roar, released his legs, grabbed Batman's shoulders, and slammed his forehead heavily into the other's nose.

Amidst the crisp sound of bones cracking, Batman's vision was instantly stained red with blood, yet he couldn't help but reveal a chilling smile—so pure, so joyful.

Lei Xiaogu is now wondering if he's picked the wrong person, or if Batman has started taking drugs too?

Lei Xiaogu initially thought Batman's physique was altered by adjusting the soles of his shoes and the lining of his armor. However, during the intense fight, the armor began to break down, revealing his well-developed and taut muscles. Only then did Lei Xiaogu realize that Batman's physique was real.

The problem is that Batman was already an adult when he was trained in the League of Assassins. Normal humans cannot develop again after adulthood, unless...
Compared to Lei Xiaogu, who overthinks things, Talia's idea is much simpler: find an opportunity to verify it personally.

Tearing open the emergency disengagement device, the expensive upper body armor fell off, leaving only the bat helmet.

"This is impossible!" Bane, now more lucid, ignored the blood on his face and stared intently at Batman's muscles, which, though smaller than his, were incredibly well-defined. He felt a sense of defeat.

But he immediately shook his head vigorously, determined that he would not lose. However, reality soon showed him what cruelty truly meant.

Having assessed his opponent's limits through the fight, Batman raised his hand and beckoned with his finger.

Bane then realized that the one who was actually driven to the brink was not Batman, but him.

He flipped the switch to maximize the delivery of venom, even though it would make him lose his mind and leave lasting effects. But Bane only wanted to win!
Venom burned in his veins. Like a cornered beast with nowhere to run, Bane roared and launched the first attack. His increasingly massive body did not hinder his speed. He moved like lightning, his sharp punches and kicks whistling through the air as he headed straight for Batman.

Faced with Bane's relentless onslaught, Batman's lips curled into a slight smile as he calmly countered, each movement precise and accurate. This only fueled Bane's rage. Ignoring the possibility of revealing an opening, Bane unleashed a powerful sweeping kick aimed directly at Batman's waist.

This kick was incredibly powerful; if it had hit, the iron pillar would have snapped in two. However, Batman neither dodged nor evaded. Just before the kick was about to strike him, his muscles tensed up, their purity reaching its peak. His flesh and blood somehow managed to display a metallic texture, forcefully blocking Bane's axe-like kick.

There was a muffled thud, like boulders colliding, which made people's eardrums ache.

Caught off guard, Bane lost his balance, and Batman threw a punch at lightning speed, aiming straight for his chest.

The air was ripped apart by the force of the punch, making a sharp whistling sound. Bain was unable to dodge in time and was hit solidly by the punch. His body flew backward several meters like a kite with a broken string, crashed heavily to the ground, and slid along the ground for another seven or eight meters before coming to a stop by hitting the water pump.

With a tearing pain in his back, a tightness in his chest, and a metallic taste in his mouth, Bane struggled to his feet, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained fierce.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Bane charged at Batman again. This time, Batman showed a hint of impatience because Bane's strength was stuck at a critical point. He was strong enough, but not strong enough. Simply put, he was hard to defeat in normal circumstances, but once he went all out, he could easily kill his opponent. Men understand this feeling of being stuck in the middle.

Knowing that continuing the fight would likely lead to a loss of control, Batman took a deep breath, his muscles instantly tensing up. The muscles in his back began to twist and deform, expanding to the sides like a bat spreading its wings.

Sensing the terrifying aura emanating from Batman, Bane, prepared to face death head-on, showed no sign of backing down and charged at Batman with all his might, throwing a punch that not only set Venom ablaze but also consumed him.

Batman's expression was somewhat distorted. He wanted to be completely liberated, but he had to suppress himself because of his principle of not killing. The feeling of being stifled made him unable to help but hit harder. First, he used his steel-hard muscles to block Bane's attack, and then he punched Bane in the abdomen.

The punch was so fast that no one had time to react, and it also contained terrifying power. Bane felt as if he had been hit by a speeding truck. The powerful impact pierced through his body, and there was a cracking sound, the sound of his spine breaking.

(End of this chapter)