The Super Mode of the Demonic Armor is dominated by sky blue, with a yellow background and a bright "S" mark printed on the chest, and the moment the switch is completed, it seems that an invisible aura spreads. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In response to his provocation, "Bruce" snorted disdainfully, and his attention temporarily turned away from Dirk and moved towards Eric.

His steps are calm and unhurried, and his inexplicable confidence is as if defeating the other party is just a matter of being caught and not worth it. And Eric, too, was just as calm and chose to stand still to meet the move.

"Bruce" roared loudly, not like a human roar, but more like the roar of a lion and a hungry tiger. His fists carried a violent wind, and the air currents stabbed out like countless sharp knives, and the fists and the air violently slashed into the air.

Eric couldn't be seen through the visor, but he didn't move at all as if he was frozen, just watching as the huge fist swelled through the monitor until it hit the helmet armor.

The crisp and loud sound of the fist colliding with the metal echoed continuously, like some kind of crisp percussion. Eric's head was only symbolically turned to the side by inertia, as if the loud noise had not been made on the door of his head.

In Bruce's stunned gaze, he moved his neck slightly, and there was a slight sound of parts at the joint joint.

'What's wrong?' Is that all the best recipe is all about? He scoffed, "I haven't even warmed up yet." ”

"Bruce" didn't believe in evil, and with a loud shout, he threw his fist again, this time hitting the uppercase "S" in his chest. The armored boots of the Amozo slid a few centimeters back on the ground, sparks sparked in the heels, and then completely absorbed the force.

"No, no, it can't ......"

"Bruce" didn't give up and threw punches again. And this time, Eric caught the opponent's fist with one hand, only half the size of the opponent's metal palm firmly held the stone-like fist, and with the sound of power running at the arm joint, Eric actually pushed the opponent back. No matter how much power the big man poured into his arm, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and he couldn't shake the arm of the Demon Zhuo armor at all.

"Drink!"

Eric's punch was like a bullet, as fast as an afterimage, right in the door. Blood erupted from Bruce's nose, leaned back, and took a few steps back before he almost stepped through the floor before stopping.

This is a super mode that simulates superhuman abilities, and the absolute defense and arm strength that is so strong that the upper limit is unknown, and it is not at all a level that can be matched with the help of any drug enhancement.

And the "blues" of this cottage still don't believe in evil, and once again roars and pounces, like a lion at the end of his rope. Eric snorted coldly, and flew up to the big man's chest, kicking him upside down like a sandbag with a broken chain. The rows of seats in the carriage were crushed one after another behind him, and his huge body traversed the carriage in one breath, smashing the door frame leading to the compartment compartment to pieces, and the two automatic door panels were torn off.

After withstanding this violent blow, the imposter finally showed its original form. The three-meter-tall body seemed to have fallen into a puddle of mud under the impact of the landing, and the suit that was torn into rags was also rubbed into the dirty mud. A large mass of mud rolled to its feet, seemingly outstretching its limbs, and what appeared to be the part of its head revealing its glinting eyes.

The Clay Man, made of special clay, can shape his body into any shape and mimic anyone, one of Batman's old enemies.

"Oh, mud face." Eric looked at the behemoth and disagreed, "I should have thought of it a long time ago." ”

"The output power is 40%, and the charge is complete."

The cold electronic sound inside the helmet sounded, and the energy sprang down the armor's delivery pipes, gathering ready to brew the final blow.

However, it was at this time that the mutation suddenly occurred.

Somewhere in sync with this, in the small, dark room, the man watching Eric's every move smiled with an inexplicable smile. With the dim glow of the screen, he crackled on a console, like a mischievous hacker.

An order was given, and the signal traveled across the space and straight to Amoro's armor.

As soon as the energy was condensed, a bright red warning signal flashed in the monitor in front of Eric. The electronic voice coldly and mercilessly repeats a simple prompt - "Program error, system forced lock".

For a moment, Eric felt as if the armor was repelling him, and his nerves felt a strong sense of irritation. The light on the armor dimmed, all the lights went out, and the display went black. The armor began to fold and fade from his limbs, and little by little it shrank back into his back, and turned back into the backpack, and no matter how much he called, he didn't move.

The man in the dark smiled.

Let me see what you're capable of, Eric, and see if you have what it takes to break through the cage of fate.

Depend on!

At this time, Eric's heart was ten thousand horses galloping by, and in such a critical situation, the armor fell off the chain without warning or for no reason, just like a soldier going to the battlefield and finding a machine gun jam...... No, it's more serious.

"I'm going to crush you! Brat! ”

The mud-faced man roared, his fat fist raised high, and the muddy dirt seemed to be mixed with countless pieces of broken stone and glass, which must have been enough to smash down.

Thankfully, it didn't come down.

The clay-faced man howled loudly, his body twitching, and the color of the dirt seemed to light little by little. He slumped to the ground as if he had been sucked of his bones.

Dick stood up with his grip on the armrests of his seat, gasping for breath and explaining, "I hope you haven't forgotten your special thinner, mud face, and tried everything against you." ”

Mudface turned his head with difficulty: "Bat...... Batman ...... It's your ...... every time."

"Now, question time." Dick stepped on him and asked, "Tell me, who instructed you to impersonate Bruce Wayne!?" Wayne, where is he now!? ”

"I ...... I don't know. The mud-faced voice grew quieter and quieter, like the kind of dying man saying his last words," they promised...... As long as I do what they say, they will give me the best recipe......"

"Your body is being eaten up by drugs, and it looks like they're not telling the truth." Dick said, "Now, tell me quickly!" Where's Wayne? ”

Wayne ...... Dead ......"

Blood flowed from the mud-kneaded eye sockets and nose and seeped into the mud of his face.

It was the last thing he said before he was unconscious.