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Chapter 162: Lady Shiva, who always returns favors (please subscribe to read the monthly ticket)

"What the hell flew over there?"

A dark shadow flashed by, and Martin, who was riding on horseback, was startled and almost fell off.

The black shadow crashed into a big tree with a loud bang, and he could see clearly that the person who was knocked flying was Batman.

Dick looked at the footprints on Batman's chest armor and jumped up. "Who on earth could knock you out with just one move?"

Although Bruce insists on not using the power of the Shadow Kingdom, he is still one of the best martial artists in the world, and ordinary gangsters cannot push him to this extent.

Martin's eyes were fixed on the figure walking out of the forest.

It was dark at night and he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he had a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen the other person somewhere before.

It was not until the other party completely walked out of the shadows that Martin saw the familiar black and red windbreaker and neat short hair that he confirmed the other party's identity.

"Mrs. Shiva!"

No wonder Batman was beaten back in an instant. If we only consider pure skills, Mrs. Shiva definitely has an absolute advantage.

Martin did not panic. He stood at the front, looking at the vigorous female martial artist, and asked in a deep voice: "When? A martial artist like Mrs. Shiva will also be interested in a wealthy man like Bruce Wayne."

The memories of Martin in Mrs. Shiva's mind were still dormant, and she did not recognize the strange child sitting on the iron warhorse in front of her.

Even so, she did not ignore the boy in front of her. She made a tactical move with her hand, and the soldiers hidden in the forest quickly surrounded the three people.

Then, Mrs. Siva replied: "I know Bruce Wayne's identity very well. I don't care whether he is a rich man or a madman who is obsessed with the pursuit of justice. In my eyes, he is just an opponent worth fighting."

Martin nodded in agreement; this was something Mrs. Shiva would say.

"This is just a simple competition. Is it worth making such a fuss? Do you want to pull the howitzer over and blow up Wayne Manor to the ground?"

The other party's evasive attitude further confirmed Martin's guess.

Mrs. Shiva is just a character who follows orders, and the real mastermind behind the scenes is someone else.

"You're a smart kid!"

Mrs. Shiva nodded with an unhappy look on her face, as if this matter was very difficult for her.

At this moment, Batman and Nightwing also came to Martin. They ignored the soldiers in the forest and were only wary of Mrs. Shiva.

Mrs. Shiva glanced at the three people in front of her, crossed her arms over her chest, and said impatiently: "Since the matter can no longer be concealed, I might as well tell it directly!"

"I was hired by Lars to bring back his grandson Damian."

Strictly speaking, Lady Silva does not belong to the Assassin's League, but she knows all the dirty tricks.

Talia borrowing sperm from Batman to have a child is not a big deal. Even now, in places where the light of "civilized society" cannot shine, the disgusting things done to maintain the population production of a group are unimaginable to people living in cities.

Batman actually refused: "Even if he is a completely unrelated person, I will never watch him fall into the abyss of the cult. What's more, this child has my blood in his veins, so I should be responsible for him."

"Well said!"

Martin extended his right hand, wanting to high-five Batman.

Although this may sound businesslike, it is indeed Batman's way of caring for others.

Naturally, Batman, who has a cold aura, would not do something that would destroy his character, such as high-fiving others.

"That can't be helped. Even though I don't like that old man Lars, I still owe him a favor."

"Use your fists to decide who this child belongs to!"

Mrs. Shiva lowered her hands and instantly transformed from a silent tree into a ferocious cheetah. She kicked her legs and rushed directly towards Martin and the other three.

boom!
Martin raised his hand and the shadow of a giant bear flashed by him. The power of the earth and mountains surged into his body, supporting his thin body to collide with Lady Shiva's fist.

The two men stepped back and landed steadily on the ground, staring at each other, both feeling unusual pressure.

Mrs. Shiva was shocked by the boy in front of her, who actually had such terrifying power hidden in his body.

Martin felt the power lent to him by the Bear God Ancestral Spirit, and estimated how long his body could last under the impact of this power. "Batman, Nightwing! You two go deal with those soldiers, and let me meet this female martial artist!"

He still remembered the decisive battle that the two had never had before, and was ready to settle it again.

Batman and Nightwing were certainly not worried about Martin's safety. They dodged the bullet fire, rushed into the trees, and fought with the people sent by the Assassin's League using guerrilla tactics.

"Little boy, I hope you won't let me down."

Mrs. Shiva licked her dry lips with the tip of her tongue, and there was a hungry light in her black eyes.

She was like a hungry ghost who had been starving for months and suddenly saw a table full of delicious food. The only thought in her head was "pounce on it and eat it all up."

This is what she thinks and does.

He tensed his leg muscles and exerted force violently, leaping high into the air like a spring, raising his thighs and chopping towards Martin's head like a giant axe.

To ordinary people, such a move is no different from suicide.

The flaw is too big, and it is easy for others to seize the opportunity and counterattack.

But Mrs. Shiva's physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people, and her attack speed is beyond ordinary people's imagination, so the move with a huge flaw becomes a move that can fully exert her strength and speed advantages.

Martin did not dodge at all. He stood on the ground with his legs and raised his arms like a standing brown bear. He clasped his hands together and clamped Mrs. Shiva's thigh that was chopping down.

Then he spun his body and smashed Lady Shiva in his hand against a big tree.

As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten.

Martin would not compete with Mrs. Shiva, a great martial artist, in skills, as that would be using one's own weakness to counter the enemy's strength.

boom!
Mrs. Shiva twisted her body flexibly and kicked Martin's head with her left leg, which felt like kicking a steel plate.

Martin didn't move at all, but Mrs. Shiva took this opportunity to free her leg from Martin's grasp.

She somersaulted in mid-air, put some distance between herself and Martin, and before she even landed, she wanted to start counterattacking.

But Martin, who took the initiative, was faster.

Relying on the power of the Bear God Ancestral Spirit, he smashed the earth and mountains without saying a word, pouring out all the power of the earth and mountains. The ground shook and the trees fell down one by one.

Mrs. Shiva couldn't find a place to stay in the shaking, so she could only keep dodging and moving, looking for flaws in Martin.

Finally, Martin stopped. The forest around the manor was in ruins.

He was now a mortal being, not the illusory life form of the ancestral spirit. He was washed by the power of the mountains and the earth, and his entire body was itchy and swollen.

"It seems that the power you gained through cheating has finally reached its limit."

Lady Shiva landed in a ruin and watched Martin stop moving, mocking the cheater in her eyes.

As a traditionalist, Mrs. Shiva believes more in physical strength gained through self-cultivation, or those who have become powerful through technology or transformation.

Martin smiled brightly and did not mention the matter. He just asked curiously, "How much do you owe Lars? Why does the steward think you are on your way to repay him?"

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Shiva showed a puzzled expression. She looked at Martin's face and felt a strange sense of familiarity in her heart.

"Literally!"

Martin replied naturally, "Last time we met, you seemed to be repaying a favor. Why aren't you done with it yet?"

With this reminder, all those dusty memories suddenly came flooding back.

"Oh it's you!"

Mrs. Siwa suddenly realized what was going on, so she attacked Martin directly.

Martin's eyes widened and he jumped: "Hey, hey, hey, we are friends anyway, why are you still fighting?"

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