At eleven o'clock that night, in the dim darkness of the ground, Dante sat at a table with a dozen desert eagles and a vial of viscous blood.

Dante held a carving knife in his hand, dipped the tip of the knife into the blood and soaked it for a while, and then took the carving knife and carved it on the sand eagle in his hand.

Dante's strength is great, the carving knife is also very hard, and with the constant movement of those hands, the sand eagle is gradually covered with beautiful patterns, of course, Dante is not an elf, so these patterns are not for beauty.

Bruce, dressed in a straitjacket, stepped down the elevator, followed by Alfred.

"Teacher, I'm ready!" Bruce said as he walked up to Dante.

"Well, then you go to exercise, just now I brought all the weight down, what about you, while my blood is still flowing in your body, hurry up and test the current physical limit, in the next year, your current ability is your ultimate goal!"

Dante said without raising his head, his energy focused on the gun in his hand.

Bruce listened to Dante's words, silently walked to the side, first tied five hundred kilograms of dumbbell pieces together, and then began to do pull-ups with these dumbbell pieces between his legs, Alfred watched all this in shock, five hundred kilograms of dumbbell plates, Bruce actually did more than 800 pull-ups in a row with them!

After doing a thousand, Bruce jumped off the horizontal bar, and he started bench presses, deadlifts, weighted runs, squats, and more and more with more weights.

Alfred didn't know what to look at Dante, last night, Dante followed Bruce to the underground cave without saying a word, and then, he silently moved down the equipment and daily necessities, after that, he only made one request, that is, he wanted a lot of Desert Eagle pistols, and he actually only needed guns and no bullets!

Dante seriously fiddled with the gun in his hand, and the magic runes he carved on the gun were the magic runes of the last cosmic era, mainly used to absorb his own magic power, and shoot it out after gathering the magic power!

This is not as simple as it seems, the surface area of the pistol is much smaller than the crossbow Dante once used, and Dante must redesign the pattern to minimize the runes and maximize the power of the pistol.

Dante's idea was that these magic guns could be fired at least two thousand times or more, with armor-piercing, explosions, curses of sluggishness, and bleeding effects per bullet.

Now is the time for Dante's experiments.

Dante walked past Bruce to the side, holding two magic guns that had just been made, and placed an iron pillar a hundred meters away, and Dante began to shoot.

The twin guns kept blooming, Dante first stood up and shot, then moved to shoot, jumped to shoot, tumble to shoot, floating to shoot, not a single bullet case fell on the ground, but Dante's magic continued to drain!

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, Dante staggered, and Alfred looked nervously, and he saw Dante's pistol explode!

"How?" Alfred asked hurriedly, but Dante shook his head frustratedly.

"The material is not good, these metals can't withstand too much magic power, just now I fired a total of 3,164 bullets, on average, a gun can only shoot less than 2,000 rounds, this quality is really too poor!"

Dante said as he walked over to the target, and he saw that the solid steel pillar was in tatters, which made Dante nod.

"It's a little more powerful than I thought, but it's not comparable to my crossbow, maybe I should find some precious metal to make a pistol!"

After Dante finished speaking, he nodded himself, he threw the damaged wreckage in his hand into the garbage can, and then walked over to Bruce, who was doing push-ups with a weight of five hundred kilograms on his back.

"How many!" asked Dante.

"Seven hundred and ninety-two!"

"Do a thousand, and then we'll start sparring!"

After Dante finished speaking, he turned back to the table, picked up a stack of metal plates with demonic patterns engraved on them, and brought them to Alfred.

"This is the induction circle I made last night, it is not only engraved with magic patterns, but also dripping with my blood, I hope you can put these things in Gotham City!"

Dante said as he showed Alfred a piece of the sensor.

"Every piece of metal can detect the demonic aura within a radius of one kilometer, my blood will allow me to get the results of their detection as soon as possible, in a city like Gotham, there must be demons hidden, I want to mark the range of all demons, and then catch them all at the right time!"

After Dante finished speaking, he put the metal in Alfred's arms, and then said, "By the way, I also need some hard metal, the harder the better!"

"No problem!" Alfred nodded and said, "I can buy a little vibranium, if you've heard of Captain America, then you should know how hard this metal is, but it will take a little time!"

Dante nodded, and Alfred left with the demon detector in his arms.

By this time, Bruce had also done a thousand push-ups.

Dante walked over, patted Bruce's strong shoulder and back and said: "The power that my blood brings to you will disappear around eight o'clock tomorrow night, during this period, your strength will increase greatly, you will not be tired, even if you are injured, you can heal quickly, I decided to seize this period of time, teach you to feel the anger in your body, and use them reasonably!"

As soon as Dante finished speaking, his right hand grabbed Bruce's neck directly, lifted him up and threw him out, and Bruce flew more than four meters before hitting the wall.

"I can see that you have learned some martial arts before, or rather, you have a little bit of foundation, but these are not enough!"

Dante rushed up to Bruce and kicked him in the stomach, causing Bruce to snort in pain.

"Remember this pain, remember the natural reaction of your body when you are hit, and you have to remember the pain and at the same time change your instinct to meet the pain!"

Dante lifted Bruce off the ground and slammed his knee into Bruce's chest.

"After tomorrow night, I can't do this kind of cruel treatment to you casually, it may kill you, so today will be your Good Friday!"

Dante grabbed Bruce's hair and punched Bruce in the face, Bruce kept bleeding, but there was no begging for mercy in his eyes, only perseverance!

"Your eyes flickered unnecessarily when I hit the sixth punch, it's the first time you've been attacked more than six times in a row, it looks like you've met some weak enemies before!"

Dante finally slammed Bruce's head to the floor, and Bruce's face rubbed against the ground, bleeding from the ground.

"Does it hurt, shout out if it hurts, if it doesn't hurt, then you fucking stand up for me!"

Dante threw Bruce to the ground, and he watched as Bruce quickly got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Your teaching is really straightforward!" Bruce smiled hard, as if he understood Dante's anger.

"That's how I learned this from my master!" said Dante, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside, as he jumped twice in place shirtless as Bruce.

"Anger is not anger, it is a big mistake to regard anger as a source of anger, anger can also be called blood, it comes from your heart, when your heart beats faster, and the blood flow rate also accelerates to a certain extent, you will have this power, but ordinary people can only feel or passively use them, and cannot actively control them!"

Dante said as he rushed to Bruce, this time he didn't use his supernatural strength, so Bruce's forearm blocked the punch, and the two punched back and forth, and Dante knocked Bruce to the ground on the sixteenth punch!

"Now because of my blood, you already have enough blood, feel it, feel the taste of it flowing in your blood, when you lose the bonus of my blood, you can rely on the memories left now, capture the appearance of your own blood, and control it reasonably!"

Dante watched as Bruce got up from the ground and tripped Bruce to the ground with only seven punches and five kicks.

"What you have to do now is, don't rely on your eyes to decide your defense and attack, rely on instinct to deal with all this, your eyes can only look at me, and at the same time I make a move, rely on instinct to choose the attack move, instead of seeing where my fist hits you, and then choose the way to counterattack!

Bruce was once again hit by Dante in the soft underbelly and fell to the ground, even if his injury recovered quickly with the help of Dante's blood, but the pain was still inevitable, but Bruce seemed to feel no pain, meticulously completing the defensive and attacking movements.

"Use the softer parts of your body to attack the harder parts of the enemy, use the harder parts of you to attack the softer parts of the enemy, don't hit the hard in the fight, that's the most irrational behavior, don't touch the soft, that's meaningless!"

Dante said as he pushed Bruce's jaw with his palm, and Bruce's brain was dizzy, and then Dante punched him in the Adam's apple, and he fell down in embarrassment.

"In actual combat, when you fall, it generally determines your victory or defeat, today we practiced for eight hours, your goal is not to defeat me, but not to fall!"

Dante kicked Bruce's left calf, and at the moment when Bruce raised his knee to defend, Dante's calf flicked, bypassed Bruce's left leg, and kicked Bruce's right thigh hard, Bruce dangled in pain for a while, and stood up with difficulty.

"That's it. Dante applauded: "No matter how difficult it is, as long as you stand, you have a chance, if you fall, you can only hope that your opponent will be careless, ground skills are only suitable for use in competitions, even if your opponent has a knife in his hand, he will stab you in the heart the moment you fall, what are you going to do then? Hold his arm and wrestle with him, Bruce, life is not a movie!"

Dante attacked frequently with his legs, and Bruce couldn't defend it completely with his hands and feet, but this time, he staggered and insisted on standing there, and Dante nodded slightly.

"This is just the beginning, it seems that you have the will to fight and some talent, but what I need is not talent, but strength that matches your talent!"

Dante taught Bruce a lesson with punches and kicks, if you want to learn stronger, more reasonable and better fighting techniques, you must experience the effect of this fighting, experience the feeling of being hit and subdued by this fighting technique, and experience the feeling of his future enemies, in order to improve his skills faster!

This kind of sparring lasted for four hours, and by the end of the training in freehand combat, Bruce had barely a good piece of skin on his body, and his eyes were almost filled with blood, but there was still a fearless and resolute gaze in his pupils, which did not change even when Dante pointed a knife at him.

Of course, Dante won't kill him, it's just that the weapon training is about to begin!

In the early hours of the morning, when Alfred came down with food, he saw Bruce standing in a pool of blood, his fingers were missing, half of his left foot was gone, and he was covered with knife wounds, but he was still standing there, he did not want to die of pain, but the more this happened, the more he had to stand straight, because he was Bruce, Bruce Wayne!