Monkey Sun Is My Younger Brother

Bruce Wayne is quite crazy.

I have not only learned your skills now.

And there are high-tech blessings.

The grievances of half a year can finally be settled today.

It was fun playing once.

That one beating made him unable to get out of bed for half a year.

The salary for that half year was also paid as usual.

Jin Si stood on the ring.

"Shall we begin now?"

"Use your strongest strength."

When Bruce Wayne opened his mouth, he had that terrific tone.

It seems that if you don't use all your strength, you are looking down on him.

"Master Wayne, this is really impossible. In other words, you haven't even mastered the high-end usage of internal energy. You just confronted me. You are really a little early."

Bruce Wayne's self-confidence was about to explode.

"I have already calculated the various functions of internal force through the computer, and the usage of internal force I have mastered has surpassed yours, Jin."

Jin Si gasped.

Bruce Wayne liked to see Jin Si's shocked expression.

"The gap we have now is just time."

"To be honest, you should get rid of the computer you are using now, I am a waste collector."

Bruce Wayne grinned: "I hope you can say the same thing later."

Bruce Wayne swung his swords horizontally and rushed towards Jin Si.

Jin Si raised his palm.

boom--

A golden dragon burst out.

"What the hell?" Bruce Wayne stopped abruptly.

Two swords stand in front of him.

But the golden dragon pierced through the double swords.

Bang on his chest.

And the ultra-titanium alloy he was proud of didn't have any effect of absorbing internal force.

The golden dragon bombarded him completely.

Wow--

Bruce Wayne flew upside down, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Jin Si strolled forward.

At the same time, he pointed his finger at Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne saw dozens of sword auras floating around Jin Si.

Jin Si doesn't know how to return ten thousand swords to his clan, so dozens of sword qi are already his limit.

Jin Si raised his finger, and the sword energy shot over.

Bruce Wayne's twin swords shattered immediately.

They haven't met Jinsi yet, and they haven't played their due effect yet.

It was directly shattered by the sword energy.

Let's talk about his pair of big swords.

If placed in the world of martial arts, regardless of the issue of charging, it can be regarded as a superb weapon.

But in front of Jin Si, it was basically no different from ordinary iron.

Bruce Wayne stood up in front of him while vomiting blood.

Jin Si has come to Bruce Wayne.

Jin Si's palm was pressed against Bruce Wayne's chest.

"Your armor is meaningless."

puff--

Jin Si spit out the power of his palm.

Fighting cattle across the mountains and so on are not considered high-end.

Do you think wearing a turtle shell would be useful?

Not to mention this set of tortoise shells.

It's useless even if you replace all your flesh and blood with turtle shells.

Hitting cattle from across the mountain is directly into your body.

Even Darkseid suffered from this trick back then.

"I'm careless..." Bruce Wayne gritted his teeth and quickly thought about how to deal with it.

Jinsi changed to finger again, bang——

The turtle shell is broken.

"You don't even understand the gap between us, why do you think the computer can calculate my weaknesses?"

Jin Si's palm was directly attached to Bruce Wayne's chest.

Bruce Wayne's scalp was numb.

boom--

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Bruce Wayne felt a force rushing through his body.

In an instant, he felt a terrifying crisis.

Die! But in the next moment, he found that he was unharmed.

Instead, there was a loud noise behind him.

When he turned his head, he saw a shockingly huge handprint left on the cave wall.

Wow--

Bruce Wayne spit out another big mouthful of blood in an instant.

The whole person fell to the ground weakly.

"Oh, by the way, the second half of the year's courses should be completed in a wheelchair, and work hard."

Bruce Wayne was even more depressed.

I vowed to get back the place.

As a result, no pleasure was found.

In exchange for a serious injury.

At this moment, he felt that the internal energy in his body was in a mess.

It's going to take a month or two to calm down.

Bruce Wayne was about to cry.

How can I be so stupid.

Why are you so stupid.

That broken computer will be sold to him tomorrow.

...

At this moment, a middle-aged man stood in front of Thomas.

"You are here to apply for my fighting teacher?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

Thomas frowned. This middle-aged man was not strong at all.

"Then you beat the butcher?"

"I haven't fought, but...you can." Lars replied.

"Do you know, he killed hundreds of people by himself."

"I don't know." Lars replied.

"Then you answer me now, can you do it?"

"Yes." Lars replied calmly.

"You can do it too?" Thomas didn't believe it.

"You can try it."

"Do you think I can't gather so many people?"

"Whatever you want, you can gather as many people as you can. I haven't killed anyone for a long time." Lars replied lightly.

Thomas's eyes flickered, and he whispered to the people around him: "Go, find all our people, as many people as you can find."

The Elliott family controls dozens of gangs.

Of course, the young Thomas hadn't been able to get everyone to obey his orders.

But it can be done with a thousand people.

Thousands of people came to the scene.

Thomas looked at Lars: "As long as you can pass through these thousand people and come to me, I will hire you."

"You don't need to kill them all to come to you." Lars said indifferently: "So, do you want me to come to you, or to show you a massacre?"

"Haha... I like your humor. If you can kill them all, then try it. Of course, they will also try to kill you."

Thomas didn't believe that someone could fight a thousand against one.

What's more, the thousand people present are not good men and women.

Half of them were armed with firearms.

"Okay, let's get started."

Lars took out the short blade, put one hand behind his back, and said with a smile: "A long time ago, in order to kill my enemy, I killed all his subordinates by myself, and then came to his before."

Lars took a graceful step.

At this time, those gangsters had already rushed in front of Lars.

Thomas saw a beautiful red arc.

In front of Lars, those gangsters fell down.

Lars continued to walk forward, or he was dancing an elegant classical dance.

The footsteps are light and free and easy, still holding the short blade in one hand and carrying the back in the other.

The blade slid across easily, always creating an arc.

bang bang bang—

Lars turned around, while avoiding the ballistic trajectory, he easily took away a few lives.

Every movement is beautiful, every movement is melodious and brisk.

Thomas watched with splendor, but he didn't stop, but asked, "What's your name?"

"Lars Al Ghul, you can also call me Master Ninja."