Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 73 The only thing that can break the Joker's defense is ___
As the saying goes, the weirder the moves, the faster you die. The second half of the sentence can be said to yourself or to the enemy.

The Joker felt unprecedented pressure at this moment - he had fought with many cold weapon experts in Gotham City, using samurai swords, rapiers, bat darts, long staffs, double swords, half-hand swords, long swords, and even nunchakus, which made his close combat style more mature; although it was still a madman's style of fighting with injuries, but most of the time, this style of fighting did give him a certain ability to deal with things, and even the possibility of winning.

But he had never seen Ma Zhaodi use the one-handed Han sword before.

Maybe Batman would? But Batman never hit him with a sword, and most of the time, he could defeat the Joker with just his fighting skills.

But the clown still had a smile on his face.

"Hehehe! Why aren't you afraid of pain now? It's okay, you can just scream if it hurts!"

Chi la——

The dagger cut through the cotton robe again, leaving a deep scar on Ma Zhaodi's shoulder that was visible to the bone, but at the same time, the Han sword in his hand also poked and picked, removing a large piece of flesh and blood from the clown's waist, along with the belt containing laughing gas.

Seeing this, the Joker did not dodge. Instead, he swung the steel pipe again with one hand and hit Ma Zhaodi on the head. Ma Zhaodi blocked it with the Cloud Sword in one hand, grabbed his hand holding the steel pipe with his left hand, rushed forward, followed up with his right hand, cut off the brooch on the Joker's suit that could spray acid that corroded the bat suit, and was stabbed in the back with a dagger.

Amidst the splattering of blood, the two fought back and forth. With the help of Fruit Candy, Ma Zhaodi used the injury-exchanging tactic to remove the various insidious props on the clown in the first place. This strategy put the clown into a dilemma he had never experienced before.

In the past, he was used to using a bloody fighting style to make his opponents afraid to act rashly, so he always looked like a madman. Except for the vital parts, he basically would not defend himself; but today, this style of play became his weakness, because the opponent's recovery ability was too strong. The more injuries he suffered, the more disadvantageous it was to him.

"It's not fair! It's not fair! It's not fair!" he screamed. "It's not fun to play like this!"

Ma Zhaodi didn't plan to distract himself to answer the clown's questions for the time being. He stared at the clown's movements. After holding the long sword and starting to fight, he already had the ability to maneuver and his brain had gradually begun to adapt to the pain brought by the sharp blades and steel pipes. He couldn't be sure whether this was the effect of the master-level swordsmanship, or whether he himself had a certain combat talent, but he was indeed beginning to become more and more comfortable now.

clang!
The hook of the crowbar was entangled by the sword and could not move. The clown laughed wildly and waved the dagger again with his other hand. However, Ma Zhaodi was not panicked. He knew that his teammates had been waiting for such an opportunity.

Sure enough, in the next second, Clinton, who was always looking for an opportunity, pulled the trigger repeatedly. Gunshots rang out, bullets were fired, and three consecutive bullets accurately hit the hand holding the crowbar and the clown's shoulder.

Ma Zhaodi followed closely and swung his sword, cutting off his suit and holster together. At this time, there were still five minutes of master-level swordsmanship experience time, but in fact, the Joker had no chance of turning the tables.

The belt and suit filled with laughing gas and flying cards were removed, the boutonniere was destroyed, the revolver was knocked away, and he was left with only the dagger and crowbar in his hand - but Ma Zhaodi could call Grandi to join the battlefield again. Even if the sword experience card time was over, the injured clown could no longer step over his two teammates to touch Ma Zhaodi.

But Ma Zhaodi did not let Grandi join the battle immediately. The time to experience master-level swordsmanship was very precious. He had to fight for the full ten minutes, and perhaps he could keep some of it in his skill bar.

"Grundy! Move this Christmas tree out first! Don't let him detonate it manually!"

"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday."

Grandi was waiting outside for his friend's voice. As soon as Ma Zhaodi finished speaking, he jumped into the room, hugged the Christmas tree and the bomb on it in his arms, and then jumped out of the room.

"No! No no no! My Christmas tree! My fireworks Christmas tree!"

The clown stared at Ma Zhaodi with gritted teeth, and the smile on his face disappeared without a trace: "A shameless, boring, uninteresting Santa Claus who can use a gun has ruined my entire Christmas! My fireworks! My Christmas present!" The two figures crossed each other, and the clown was hit by another sword in the pit behind the knee. At this moment, his physical strength was a little exhausted.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ma Zhaodi replied, "I personally brought you a bucket of milk, a big reindeer, and helped you save your Christmas tree - you should thank me."

"I will definitely find a chance to thank you properly in the future!"

The figures of the clown and Ma Zhaodi quickly crossed each other under the moonlight. The knife and the long sword reflected the cold moonlight, bringing out spots of blood.

"You've never fought before, so why would you go to such lengths? Look at yourself, you were even crying just now!"

"Anyone who is normal will cry. If someone is always laughing, then he has never been happy!"

Ma Zhaodi's swordsmanship became more and more skillful. The sword in his hand shone brightly like the three-foot moonlight, almost blinding the clown.

"Ha! A boring Santa Claus thinks he knows an interesting lunatic!"

The clown's knife became more and more crazy, his fighting style became more aggressive, and his desire to attack increased sharply.

Ma Zhaodi wielded his long sword. This was the moment when his close combat ability was at its peak. He neutralized the clown's attacks one by one, and then when he saw the right opportunity, he stabbed through the opponent's palm, knocking the knife to the ground. Then he kicked the clown into the house to prevent him from escaping through the window. However, the clown did not stand up again, but lay on the ground and laughed.

"Hehe, hehehe, hehehe, so to speak, if someone never laughs, it means that he must have never been normal, right?"

Ma Zhaodi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and immediately realized something. He subconsciously looked around, and sure enough, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded the next second, and black bats appeared from the night.

"You deliberately went to Maroni's first, lured me there, and then came to Harvey's house to plant the bomb."

Ma Zhaodi asked from the side: "When did you come?"

"Just arrived—he steered me to the diamond district, so it took a little while to get here."

Ma Zhaodi let out a long sigh. He watched the countdown for his Master Swordsmanship experience on the control panel reach zero, and finally sat down on the ground. "It's been a full twelve minutes since I yelled the word 'clown'. Isn't it time for you to reflect on yourself?"

".You know I left other listening and locating devices on you."

"Isn't that just your style? Otherwise, why would I remove the signal shield?"

At this moment, the clown on the side seemed to be a little broken.

"Damn it, you two are not allowed to talk! - That red clown, don't let me find your funny Christmas house! Otherwise, I will definitely blow you up!"

(End of this chapter)