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"Interrupt my game with the little bat, are you ready to have my neck broken?"

Bain's huge body showed unparalleled suppressive power, the turbine alchemy tank was running wildly, and his muscles seemed to be exploding.

"A lot of people have said this to me, but they never get to say it a second time."

Ivan was not afraid of Bain's threats. On the contrary, he looked at Bain's muscles and felt eager to try.

Bain's face was in the turbo alchemy tank, and his expression couldn't be clearly seen, but Ivan felt that he was not happy. If you don't believe it, he rushed over with his fist raised.

"come on!"

Ivan had a big smile on his face, and he also punched, directly meeting Bain's fist. Although Ivan's body was already taller than ordinary people, Bain looked a few times bigger than Ivan at this time.

But Ivan's strength cannot be limited by his size alone. Bain knew this immediately, because neither of them was injured in the fist fight between him and Ivan.

Bain didn't use his full strength, and the first punch was just a test. Although he looked like a big man, his mind was equally amazing.

Can you imagine that a muscular man of such size and strength could be a master tactician on par with Batman and Deathstroke?

He knew that he could not gain an advantage in terms of strength, so he immediately used various styles of martial arts. Yes, Bain was also a martial arts master. He basically knew all the mainstream martial arts in the world, and was proficient in them to varying degrees.

Ivan didn't know much about martial arts. He only knew the most basic attack and defense, and of course his own skills. When faced with Bain's stormy attacks, Ivan's fists lit up.

Bain noticed, but this was the disadvantage of his large size. Although he was very fast, he was still hit. The punch was not pleasant. Bain felt that his internal organs were damaged.

But just now it was just Ivan's left hook, and now a more powerful right punch is about to come. Ivan's smile is wild and casual, but his fists are not like that.

Ivan is enjoying this battle. He just wants to beat the big guy in front of him to pieces, but Bain is different. He is a master tactician, and it is his instinct to think all the time.

He wants to fight Batman more than Ivan, because Batman is also a master tactician, and he can appreciate the fun of showing off his tricks. Defeating Batman can make him happy both physically and mentally.

“Skills are not useless.”

Bain dodged Ivan's right fist, and then went around behind Ivan. He showed a cruel smile. He wanted to let this reckless man see the depth of the master tactician's understanding of the human body.

He punched directly at Ivan's spine. At this time, Ivan had just finished swinging his fist and had no time to fight back.

"I'm sure to win."

Bain felt so, but the next moment he felt his body being forcibly pulled by a force, his attack was interrupted, and the next moment he was grabbed by the pipe on the mask by Ivan.

"The tabby cat is so cunning!"

Bain's body couldn't move at that moment, and while he was still thinking about how to deal with it, Ivan had already punched twice in an instant. Those two punches made Bain's mind go blank, and then he felt himself being lifted up.

"Smash me!"

In the silent night, a shout of joy that woke up countless people in their dreams resounded throughout Gotham.

Looking at Bain who fainted in the pit, Ivan scratched his chin.

"Batman has money, he can pay."

So Ivan put his arms behind his head and left happily.

......

On the other side, because Ivan restrained Bane, the bat-shaped one was free to solve bigger troubles. He wanted to see the scarecrow that Gordon said could subvert Gotham City.

Soon Batman found Scarecrow, standing motionless on the road, surrounded by Gotham citizens who looked frightened but motionless.

"You're finally here, Batman."

Jonathan's voice didn't sound human, and even these Gotham citizens didn't look human to Batman. Their stiff movements looked more like... a scarecrow?

A real scarecrow made of weeds and burlap.

"Jonathan, it's game over."

Batman still doesn't know what's happening now, maybe it's Jonathan's newly researched fear gas?But this kind of thing won't have a big impact on him, because it's not an ordinary person, but Batman.

Although he said it was time to end, Batman never relaxed his vigilance. He tensed up in his sleep, let alone in front of the enemy.

Jonathan did not answer Batman's provocation, but suddenly assumed a twisted posture, with his limbs motionless and only his head shaking little by little.

Batman squinted his eyes. He felt that Jonathan was different from before from the beginning. He suddenly felt danger, and then he faced Jonathan who suddenly raised his head.

The red eyes made Batman realize that something was wrong immediately, but it was still too late. He felt that the world in front of him was constantly spinning and shrinking...

When the surrounding scenery first appeared, Batman's face tensed up. He would never forget that night in the alley, the night Thomas Wayne and Martha left this world.

In fact, Batman has long thought about dealing with this kind of trick where the enemy can cause him bad memories, but this time it was obviously different. A feeling forcibly took over his body.

He knew the feeling, like when little Bruce fell into a hole and ended up with a swarm of bats hovering at the entrance.

Batman forcibly mobilized his will, but he had no ability to resist at all. His will was destroyed by fear, which was obviously unreasonable.

Soon Batman understood that this was not an ordinary fear, it was a rule, a concept, and Jonathan was obviously dominated by something inexplicable and intangible.

What's bad now is that half of the citizens of Gotham, as well as himself, are overridden by this rule of fear, and he has no choice this time.

Is it really going to end?

He suddenly thought of Ivan again, but could Ivan face such rules? Looking in the other direction, he would see Batman, Jonathan Crane, and half of the citizens of Gotham City.

All turned into scarecrows.

And Jonathan looked at the motionless Batman, walking past him expressionlessly towards the other half of Gotham City.

Tonight, what envelopes Gotham is not ordinary fear, but rules that exist like the truth of the universe. They are the same level of power as gods and cannot be solved by humans.

And the Scarecrow that Gotham faces tonight is not the Jonathan Crane who once spread fear poison, but a primitive demon.

Ancient Fear - Fiddlesticks.