Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 483 The Limits of Humanity

The invisible man's hand instinctively reached for his waist.

He never uses a gun normally, so this action wasn't to draw it; he wanted to see if he had received a reply to the message he sent to Homelander.

From the moment he arrived in the basement, he felt he couldn't understand Ma Zhaodi—the fact that he could arrange for a superhuman of Superman's caliber to join Vought International, making that guy give up a multi-million dollar salary and immense hero prestige to turn against Vought International, while his own resume remained spotless and untraceable, was itself a terrifying ability.

He knew he was being followed, he knew what his superpowers were capable of, but he still managed to distract Superman and intentionally led himself into this basement.

The Invisible Man didn't understand what the other party wanted to do. He was just sure that he could take care of these two people with his invisibility and superhuman physical abilities, but now he vaguely sensed that Ma Zhaodi didn't seem to be afraid of his superhuman identity, or rather, he didn't seem to regard him as an opponent who could cause any obstacles.

Instead of running away, she took the initiative to approach me?

The Invisible Man watched Ma Zhaodi closing in step by step, unable to guess what he was relying on.

Bluffing? Delaying time?
Or does he really have superpowers? Is his identity file fake?

"Do I need superpowers to beat you up?"

Ma Zhaodi's voice suddenly rang in my ears, followed by a large hand with its five fingers spread wide.

when?
The thought flashed through the Invisible Man's mind. He felt as if he had been distracted for a moment, and then Ma Zhaodi appeared suddenly in front of him, as if he had teleported through the gap in his thoughts.

I was completely unaware of his sudden advance, as if my attention had suddenly lost focus.

The Invisible Man instinctively reached out and grabbed at Ma Zhaodi's body. His defense and strength far exceeded those of ordinary people, and he was not afraid of Ma Zhaodi's attacks. As long as he caught his opponent, he was confident that he could beat Ma Zhaodi to a pulp, just like the Butcher.

However, Ma Zhaodi's steps suddenly changed. He saw through the invisible man's intentions and made two clean and smooth changes of direction, one behind and one forward, dodging the grab and instantly entering the invisible man's arm span. He firmly gripped the invisible man's shoulder with one hand and grabbed his wrist with the other.

The force of the ten fingers penetrated the hard skin to clearly perceive the muscles and bones beneath, then cut into the gaps between the muscles without any obstruction, dissecting them, and finally reaching the innermost part.

"The skin's defenses can't possibly cover the bones."

Before the invisible man could react, a crisp cracking sound rang out, and his bones were cleanly and neatly dismantled.

"what!!!"

The intense pain shot from his bone marrow to his brain. The invulnerable, transparent man had rarely experienced this level of pain since he mastered his abilities. After more than a decade, he felt the pain of broken bones again, and his whole body began to convulse, almost causing him to faint.

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?"

Ma Zhaodi's voice rang in his ears. The transparent man, with tears streaming down his face, looked up and could only see a huge black shadow cast by the human figure under the dim light.

"With skin that can't get hurt, of course you can no longer experience the pain that ordinary people feel. Let me guess, you haven't felt real pain for at least ten years, have you?"

A few simple words, coupled with intense pain, fueled the Invisible Man's rage, and his initial resolve to retreat and his rationality vanished.

Seeing the fury in the Invisible Man's eyes, Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He rarely used such mental attacks when fighting; these moves were all combat experiences taught to him by Batman.

If possible, he would like to learn something good from a relatively upright person, but he doesn't lack fighting skills, only combat experience. He has searched the entire Gotham City and found that only Batman has fought the most fights.

"Why does this feel like something's not quite right as I learn it?" Although he muttered this to himself, seeing the Invisible Man's reckless pace as he rushed over, he had to admit that Batman's teachings were indeed useful—he was really too cunning.

"You can't fight in close combat, you don't have proper stealth skills, you can't endure pain, you've never actually entered a dangerous situation to fight, and your strongest skill is only acting."

With each piercing remark, Ma Zhaodi's movements were swift and sharp, targeting the joints of the seemingly invisible man—elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles—aiming to inflict internal damage through the skin.

"Superpowers have turned you into a giant baby who's afraid of pain, instead of a hero. You've never thought about what it means to you, have you?"

A powerful punch or kick can break a joint in an instant, and the cracking sound of bones dislocating gradually overlaps with the rhythm of Batman breaking bones during combat. Both styles aim to disable the opponent's ability to resist in the shortest possible time.

Gradually, the fear in the transparent man's eyes overshadowed his anger, and it became uncontrollable.

He didn't even have the fighting spirit of the Butcher.

Ma Zhaodi did not lose his temper; he kept his power within the range of a normal person, so the effect was only to cripple rather than damage the person.

All he knows so far is that the Invisible Man is a voyeuristic psychopath who is very attached to Vought International's money, and therefore doesn't share the same stance as Superman. But that's not enough to make him want to break the Invisible Man's bones.

Unless he did something else bad.

But Ma Zhaodi's leniency was a terrifying ability in the eyes of the Invisible Man, almost comparable to a superpower. He never imagined that an ordinary person could use simple skills to beat a superpowered person like him to the ground.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! I give up!"

Completely unable to resist, the invisible man lay on the ground, begging for mercy. However, Ma Zhaodi had already stopped. He then approached the butcher, who was leaning against the wall, and took out a piece of fruit candy.

The butcher was an ordinary man, and the fruit from the Corner of Abundance was enough to heal his injuries.

"Is this your superpower?" The Butcher's voice was weak. "Can kung fu be a superpower?"

"You're quite quiet when you're not making a fuss."

Ma Zhaodi unwrapped the candy and stuffed it into his mouth: "As for kung fu, that's just your stereotype of Dongda students. It's not that every Dongda student knows kung fu."

"What did you use just now?"

"effort."

"."

"In any case, this is just a mortal skill, not a superpower. If it were one of my friends, you would see what the limits of humanity are."

Ma Zhaodi pulled the butcher up, turned around and went straight out of the basement. When he returned, he had a cell phone in his hand.

"The message hasn't been sent out yet, so there's no need to wait for Homelanders."

The transparent man's eyes lost their last glimmer of hope.

(End of this chapter)