The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 563
He grinned grimly: "At first, I thought it was somewhat inappropriate to use fists to solve problems in front of so many versions of myself, but since you have said so, then I will not be polite."

As he spoke, he pushed away the people in front of him and walked to the platform in front of him.

In many planes, force is the foundation of Batman's survival. Even without the help of bat armor, Bruce Wayne is a person who can temper his physical strength to the limit of human beings.

And in some planes, Bruce even mentioned this item beyond the scope of human beings.

For example, the previous Bruce Wayne who gained great power with the help of Bane Potion, he is one of the representatives, and now this one has determined his "Batman" route from the very beginning. Too much thought has been put into equipment, surveillance, concealment and so on.

All his science and technology are all used to strengthen his own body. It can be said that he is a more crazy transformation maniac than Bane.

"Speaking with fists is the best solution!" He said, and he had already walked to the front of the stage.

The height of this person is two meters. From a distance, he looks like a white bear with more obvious muscles. Of course, this is not his full strength. The body has been tempered by spending a lot of money and technology. It's like an explosive that is always ready to explode.

"Humph—" a soft drink.

His body began to change, each blood vessel was like a water pump, crazily injecting blood into the muscles, and those muscles stretched his body magically like this.

"Pricked—" the clothes on his body were torn apart by the swollen muscles, and muscle textures came out through the skin. From a long distance, one could hear the sound of the friction between the muscles, like the stirring of steel.

This kind of process similar to 'transformation', after a few more seconds, finally stopped, and that person had already turned into a terrifying image like a 'biochemical soldier' ​​in a science fiction movie.

"Hey, you said just now that you want to use force to keep us here, right? Then, let me see your force." As he spoke, he raised his hand and reached out to the other party. The speed was not fast, but slowly. The movement is still pushing the air, giving people a sense of coercion that can hardly move: "Don't worry, I won't kill you. After all, I have to ask you for help, let us all go back to the original universe, yes Bar."

When he said this, his hand had already grabbed the neck of that crazy version of Bruce Wayne and lifted him up.

However, just as he was about to lift the opponent's feet off the ground, the man's arms, as thick as concrete poles, suddenly stopped.

Because, one was on his wrist.

That hand was very ordinary, it was the hand of an adult, with no muscles, and it didn't exude the strange light like the man who wore the ring before.

However, just such a light push, like a huge mountain pressing on his arm, made him unable to lift it up even a millimeter.

The man was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up along the hand. A very ordinary arm, a body that didn't look thick, over the shoulder, above was a face as quiet as frozen ice.

Obviously, this person is also a Bruce Wayne
But where did he come from?Just now, there was no such person on this table at all?

After seeing Muscular Wayne's shocked expression, the man smiled and said to him, "Put it down."

"Oh, bluff!"

The man yelled angrily, and with even more strength in his hand, he swung it violently, trying to shake him away.

Oh, although this man looks like he has a lot of muscles in his head, he still inherited the Wayne family's ability to think well. He didn't try to be brave, but he first confirmed the proportion of muscles in this guy's body.

First of all, since this person is Bruce Wayne, one thing is certain, that is, the other person should be a human being.

And the years of research on muscles let him know that this person is definitely not a version that is known for strength.

Then with a simple thought, one can guess that this person should have used some kind of machine transformation, or just gave himself a hypnotic suggestion like 'unable to lift his arm'.

In short, in just a moment, this person was classified by him as one of the strong outsiders.

Then just listen to "click!"
The arm wrapped in muscles twisted in a strange posture.

"What ah ah—"

The man didn't even react at the first moment. After about a second, he realized that he had broken his arm just now with a sudden force.

All of a sudden, a miserable howl burst out.

And from the beginning to the end, the other Wayne's hand on the opponent's wrist did not move at all.

Of course, since the hands are all broken, there is no way to pinch another person's neck, so Muscular Wayne stepped back, clutching his arms, the severe pain almost made him fall to his knees.

"What the hell are you using?"

The man didn't respond, he just quietly looked at himself who was rubbing his throat beside him, are you okay?
"Don't ignore me!"

This person didn't know what was going on, but he still couldn't believe that he had suffered a loss in strength. He punched out another punch casually and angrily, and went straight to the back of the opponent's head. In his consciousness, the opponent definitely used something A little trick of indiscriminate use!

Well, I have to say that there is still a gap in IQ between different versions of Wayne. This person has not realized that the reason why he is still alive is because the other party has no intention of killing him. Own.

And this kind of 'luck' does not necessarily happen every time.

Just as the casserole-sized fist was approaching the opponent's head with the sound of strong wind, the man moved.

He didn't make any earth-shattering movements, but turned his head quietly and looked at the other person. If there was a slow motion playback at this time, then he would be surprised to see that a hot red light suddenly converged in the person's eyes , and then sprayed out along the line of sight, two thumb-thick scarlet rays instantly hit the muscular Wayne's body.

At this moment, the muscles shaped by the opponent with countless scientific and technological achievements, like butter thrown into the fire, were directly roasted into a dazzling blood red, and then melted into a pool of boiling blood.

For a moment, the entire cave was silent.

Almost all Batmen recognized what the red light was.
The light emitted from the eyes should have belonged to Superman.

(End of this chapter)