The pale blue beam tore through the space, and the high temperature wherever it passed made the cave look slightly distorted.
The high-heat laser beam hit Leng Ji's pitch-black body - but only for a moment. He immediately avoided the light and dodged in front of Batman with extreme agility.
"The plasma cutter needs sustained hits to have a chance of burning through its shell, sir," Friday reminded.
At this time, Batman had already put away the cutter, ducked to avoid Leng Ji's uppercut, and then sidestepped to avoid the next thunderous straight punch.
Batman was extremely precise. While dodging the direct punch, he grabbed Leng Ji's arm, turned around, and was ready to follow up with a blow to the chest.
But it didn't work.
The power structure of the armor arm made a sizzling sound as if it was on the verge of overload, and there was a sound of mechanical parts getting stuck together. It felt like the engine was idling desperately when a car got stuck in a mud pit, but the power was ultimately not enough to push the body out of the pit.
.
Obviously, the power of this Leng Ji is much stronger than the previous ones, to the point where the power of the armor is difficult to compete with.
Youdao is a man who can overcome all obstacles with one force, and what he described is exactly the scene in front of him. Leng Ji relied on pure brute force to defeat Batman's counterattack, and threw Batman out with one hand with his restrained arm.
Batman rolled around to release his strength, and when he turned around, Leng Ji had already rushed towards him. Without thinking, he raised his hand and threw out a bat bomb, which was attached to the opponent's chest with a snap.
boom!
Leng Ji was sprinting when the explosion occurred, and he was already relatively close to Batman at the moment of detonation. The shock wave released between the two blew up Leng Ji on his back, and Batman was also affected, rolling backwards to lose the momentum.
The protective effect of the armor withstood most of the high temperature and impact, but Chu Cheng's screen still shook, and a special effect appeared showing the hero being hurt.
Leng Ji rushed out of the black smoke again.
Like an angry beast, it has seized its prey and refuses to let go until death.
Chu Cheng raised his eyebrows again.
You must know that this bomb is also a new equipment of B-class Batman, and its effect is more powerful than the conventional explosive batarang. Unexpectedly, it is completely useless... No, it should not be completely useless.
From the night vision in detective mode, it can be seen that the layer of defensive material on Leng Ji's body seems to have been damaged. However, it can be seen that it is repairing itself at this moment.
His skin has some kind of self-healing protective structure attached to it, which makes physical strikes unavoidable.
In other words, the bomb is powerful enough to break the defense, but the opponent will repair itself.
"If you want to peel off that shell through impact damage, the trauma speed may need to be faster than the opponent's recovery speed, sir." Friday said.
"Is that so?"
This means that it is not enough to break the defense with just one shot. Is it better to need fast-paced and continuous output?
Chu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
But although physical strikes are useless...so what about this move?
Leng Ji stepped on something while rushing halfway.
Snapped.
Freeze grenade detonates.
The smoke screen of ice crystals was released, and the temperature in the area dropped sharply. Leng Ji's body was instantly frozen from feet to head when he was halfway through the sprint. When he stopped moving in the ice crystals, he still maintained his sprinting posture, with his hand stretched forward.
Even after being fixed, it still stretched out in Batman's direction.
Frozen.
His body was frozen and his movements were temporarily stagnant, but Leng Ji did not stop thinking.
His eyes inside the ice crystal are still moving, and his brain is still active.
It was also his first time encountering a freezing weapon, but this feeling was no longer new.
That feeling of life being stuck, unable to move forward, and unprecedented futility. He has experienced it and has enough experience to know how to deal with it.
...
After getting rid of the girlfriend who betrayed him and the person he once regarded as a brother, Leng Ji's life fell into this stage.
He continued to pursue strength and immersed himself in it, but found that he had hit a bottleneck.
He is the target that everyone in the department looks up to, and he is the one who has countless achievements and is admired. But at the same time, this is already his limit, and he can't go any further.
It was in this state that he ushered in his last mission.
It was originally just an ordinary exploration mission. He needed to lead the team as the vanguard of the archaeological team to eliminate dangers from the newly discovered ruins. They had been preparing for this for several days, and it was during that period that something strange happened.
It was a nightmare at first.
He dreamed about his father who abandoned him, his mother who died of illness, and his girlfriend and brother who betrayed him. They were all laughing at him, at his incompetence, and at his life as a long joke.
A day later, the problem began to become more and more serious. He even began to see hallucinations when he was awake, and even once scolded a member of the action team as Jeff.
Then he began to hear whispers.
The voice lingered in his ears all day long, whispering to him. It told him that its name was Laitos, that it could sense his desire for power beyond ordinary people, and that it had exactly what he wanted. The conditions were simple,
It just needs to be set free.
But he didn't give in.
That thing thought it could seduce him, but it was too self-righteous. Leng Ji had always flaunted himself as an unyielding tough guy. His willpower was tougher than steel. There was only one person in the world who could be his master, and that was himself.
But soon he began to realize something was wrong with the others.
Sometimes he would notice that other people in the team would cast voyeuristic glances from behind, but when he turned around to check, the team members would often avoid their sight in a hurry and pretend that nothing happened.
He could feel that the others were deliberately avoiding him, and sometimes would whisper to him. It was as if they were all plotting together, except Leng Ji, the captain.
Then he quickly woke up.
They were all bewitched.
Like themselves, they all heard that voice. But they did not have the iron will and determination of themselves. Their minds were corrupted, and they were plotting to release that thing, and they might even be plotting.
Betray yourself.
Somehow, he thought of his ex-girlfriend and brother who had betrayed him, and anger instantly surged into his heart.
No one can betray him anymore.
nobody.
If no one else has the strong will to do the right thing, then he will be the one making the hard choices.
He sent all the team members into the entrance of the ruins, threw the bombs he had prepared inside, and retreated.
The moment he pulled the trigger, he saw the shocked and confused expressions on some of the people's faces.
Leng Ji laughed at that time.
They must have never dreamed that their conspiracy was seen by the captain from beginning to end. They thought they were on the third floor and the captain was standing on the first floor, but in fact he was always on the fifth floor.
He killed everyone, all those he believed to be bewitched by the infection. Finally, he blew up the hole. Without this hole, any forced entry into the ruins might cause a collapse reaction, and then there would be no one left.
Can go in.
But it didn't take long for him to realize that he was too naive.
What he faced was something he had never seen before and something beyond his imagination. His efforts were in vain.
He realized it right after he blew up the hole and came out.
The huge shadow stood there, blocking out the sky and guarding the entrance of the cave, as if waiting sarcastically for him to come out.
It was a huge, nightmarish image, as if the entire sky was covered by it. Although its body was pitch black and it was difficult to see the details, just looking directly at the outline made people shudder involuntarily.
Ordinary people might be paralyzed and unable to move when they see it, but Leng Ji didn't.
He forced himself to raise the gun and pulled the trigger with his proud will.
He kept emptying the entire magazine, but to no avail. The thing didn't move at all. It shot out of the darkness and looked at him with eyes that even seemed a little funny, like looking at a clown amusing himself.
At that moment, Leng Ji deeply realized what the gap in life levels is.
What he was facing was not in the same dimension as himself at all.
"You are very interesting." The thing said to him, "At least you are outstanding among your kind. But why do people like you stick to your human identity?"
Leng Ji still maintained the posture of raising the gun, holding tightly the gun that actually had no bullets and pointed it at the giant shadow, as if it could bring him some sense of security.
"You have been living in a controlled environment, so you should have begun to reflect on it to some extent. Is what you think you have really the power you want?"
Leng Ji was speechless for a moment.
It didn't take him long to realize that the voice was right.
When he was playing the good boy in school, he was bullied. But when he raised his fist and fought back, teachers and principals, as well as other people with real power, would appear and teach him who the talented people were with a power he could not resist.
It's really the final word.
It's still the same in the boxing ring. He looks dazzling and is the best fighter in the ring, but he still can't change the fate of being kicked out of the ring.
This is true even now. He is respected in the department and is a legendary agent, but to be honest, he is just a thug, a tool that can be discarded. Someone will always have the final say, and he must always learn to obey orders.
This was the bottleneck that he had always felt constrained by, and the root cause of his distress.
Thinking of this, he unconsciously lowered his hand holding the gun.
Yes, from that moment on he made up his mind that he would no longer be bound or trapped by shackles.
Not anyone.
...
Click.
The cracks spread quickly.
With a crisp sound, the ice sculpture exploded. A black shadow roared out from inside, its eyes still locked on Batman, its eyes full of violence and mania.
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