Sunday Little Outbreak Chapter 2!

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"Thanks to Batman for a clean and clean battle, then it's time for the last battle between Number Two and Number Six."

Doors 2 and 6 opened, and John and the middle-aged prisoner walked out. The middle-aged prisoner was still rubbing his chest, and it looked like he hadn't recovered much from the wounds left by the first battle.

John's left hand still can't move, after all, the interval is too short, but he is not left-handed, so he can continue to fight with his right hand, the only drawback is that he can't attack with both hands as fiercely.

Walking into the gladiatorial arena, John first went to see the dead Director Gordon, and his body was placed by Batman next to the wall next to the second door, John half-knelt in front of Director Gordon, closed his eyes and bowed his head deeply.

The middle-aged prisoner seemed to want to take advantage of the opportunity of John's back to him to go up and finish off John directly, but a batrang flying in front of his eyes directly dispelled his thoughts.

John knelt in front of Chief Gordon for a minute, and when he stood up again, his eyes were full of determination!

Squinting at the corpse of the middle-aged woman not far away, John pursed his lips and didn't say anything, he turned his gaze to the middle-aged prisoner opposite, the iron rod in his right hand was tightly gripped.

"The gladiatorial fight begins!" With Yang Qingyi's order, the middle-aged prisoner rushed up with an iron rod in both hands, his left hand was also smashed by the iron rod in the first battle, but compared to John's smashed bones, the middle-aged prisoner's left hand was only bruised, and holding back this pain was just a piece of cake for the middle-aged prisoner, he believed that he would definitely be able to kill the little police officer opposite!

John's body took a few steps back slightly, and his eyes stared at the middle-aged prisoner rushing at high speed for a moment, such a desperate impact, as long as he dodged himself, he could grasp a huge advantage!

The middle-aged prisoner quickly rushed up to John about two meters in front of him, and he swung his mouth wide and smashed an iron rod into John's head, as if he wanted to shoot his opponent directly like he had done in the previous fight, but John was obviously much more agile than his previous opponent.

John quickly turned sideways to dodge the blow, and then the iron rod in his right hand swept directly at the prisoner's neck.

If this stick is swept away, John is sure that he will win!

His powerful blow was dodged, but the middle-aged prisoner did not have the slightest annoyance, wrapped in a huge habitual momentum, the middle-aged prisoner turned directly to the side, and his right shoulder hit John's chest heavily, and the middle-aged prisoner rushed to the wall frantically against John!

This close shoulder hit directly broke John's desire to sweep the neck of the middle-aged prisoner, John only felt suffocated for breath, and then was slammed against the wall by the middle-aged prisoner!

The 'clicker' pain was severe, and John was almost certain that there must have been several broken ribs, but it was impossible to know how many they were.

The middle-aged prisoner was unforgiving, and quickly took two steps back, and then smashed the iron rod in his hand into John's head again!

John hadn't recovered his breath at this time, his breathing was not very smooth, and seeing that the stick was about to hit his head, John simply threw himself sideways and threw himself on the ground, and then stretched out his right hand and quickly pulled it towards the middle-aged prisoner's left foot!

Caught off guard, the middle-aged prisoner was directly pulled to the ground by John, but the middle-aged prisoner did not panic in the slightest, at this time John still could not breathe, the middle-aged prisoner crawled directly onto John's body, after holding John down, the middle-aged prisoner simply waved his fists and smashed into John's head, face and chest like raindrops.

John, who was not breathing well, could only wave his right hand in vain at this time to block the falling fist, but this did not have much effect, and after a while, John was already bleeding all over his face and his eyes were full of gold stars.

If I continue like this, I'll be beaten to death!

John wanted to push the middle-aged prisoner away, but the sharp pain in his chest made him unable to exert his strength, and his legs were firmly fixed by the middle-aged prisoner, and he couldn't move at all, and he couldn't solve such a dilemma for a while!

Just as John shook his head to avoid the attack of the middle-aged prisoner, John, who turned his head sideways, suddenly found a small object, which was a batman thrown by Batman, which was inserted on the iron plate not far from him!

Opportunity!

John's eyes lit up, his right hand continued to block the fists of the middle-aged prisoner falling wildly, and his left hand slowly stretched out in desperate pain.

Got it! John laughed in his heart, at this time he waved his right hand and began to interfere with the sight of the middle-aged prisoner, the other party was already red at this time, and he didn't even notice John's small movements, he clenched his teeth and kept waving his fist to smash John, at this time he only thought about beating this little police officer to death, then he would win!

Holding back the sharp pain in his chest and taking a deep breath, John's left hand pinched the batrang, and the sharp bat wings quickly stabbed towards the neck of the middle-aged prisoner!

The pain on his left hand was no less than his chest, but at this time, John endured it all, and the batrang was pushed directly into the neck of the middle-aged prisoner under the impetus of the huge force, and the next moment, blood splattered!

As John's left hand fell, the batrang also fell, and the red blood suddenly spurted out of the wound on the neck of the middle-aged prisoner.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, John pushed the middle-aged prisoner down with all his might, and then quickly stood up himself, first widening the distance between himself and the middle-aged prisoner.

The middle-aged prisoner's eyes widened, the green tendons on his forehead exploded, and he covered his neck tightly, but the blood still kept spilling from his fingers, and it flowed more and more, and after a while, the middle-aged prisoner fell in a pool of his own blood.

"Congratulations, Mr. John Black, you have won the final victory, and now, please return to your lounge, where the elevator to the outside will open." Yang Qingyi applauded and congratulated the eventual winner, this final battle actually didn't mean much in his eyes, and he was now looking forward to the third level of Batman's next game.

John's eyes, nostrils, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his entire face was almost covered with blood, and he looked up at Batman, although he still couldn't speak, but at this time he didn't escape Batman's gaze.

With a deep bow to Batman, John turned around and walked back to Gate 2, because he knew that he could not play any role for Batman at this time, and only by saving his life could he have the opportunity to make up for his mistakes!

Boom Gate 2 closes, the game of the second level is over, and Batman looks at the rest of the colosseum, his eyes are as cold as death.

The iron door on the opposite side of the hall opened, which meant that he had to continue his journey, and Batman did not stop and walked towards the next level.

Looking at Batman's erect back as he disappeared into the passage, the Joker in the control room unconsciously licked the corners of his mouth, "Hey, it's interesting, I can feel the change of the crazy bat, even if it's just a little bit, hehe, we're going to succeed soon, Raphael!" ”

"It's just your success," Yang Qingyi shook his head, "I don't have much interest in Batman, my mission is just to destroy Gotham City, this is something that can be done at any time, if it weren't for your joining, I wouldn't do these superfluous things." ”

The clown put on a big smile at Yang Qingyi, "That's natural, as long as I can complete this game, I will join, Raphael, don't worry." ”

"Of course, I'm relieved." Yang Qingyi returned the same smile, but a fine light flashed in his eyes.