Chapter 1709

"What the hell?!"

Kanter let out an exclamation. He looked at the light spots occupying more than half of the screen and didn't realize that it was actually a light screen formed by many bright little light spots. He thought, either the machine was broken, or something might have happened to the target.

Regardless of which one it was, he wouldn't end up well. He had been punished by Lord Desaad just a few days ago for poor frontline reconnaissance work. This time, he was making amends for his crimes and had to produce a perfect performance, otherwise, his status would plummet.

Carrying this anxious mood, Kanter rushed toward the target location at the fastest speed.

Behind the door, Spider-Man stood up with a "whoosh." He widened the spider compound eyes on his mask and said, "My spider-sense is ringing! A powerful enemy is approaching here at high speed!"

"Boom! Boom, boom, boom!"

"Zzzzt!"

Spider-Man, who was holding the door, plowed deep furrows into the ground with his feet. The sudden impact caused his muscles to tense up in an instant.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?!" Spider-Man shouted.

Kanter turned on the translation device and then roared into it, "No matter who is inside, abandon resistance immediately! Lord Desaad said he wants them alive. You'd better not put up any futile resistance!!!"

"In your dreams!" Spider-Man held the door firmly. He turned his head to look at Barry, who was still lying on the ground and hadn't woken up, increased his strength to continue pushing the door outward, and said, "Monster, go back to your world! I won't let you in!"

Listening to the youthful voice on the other side, Kanter revealed a cold smile.

Ten minutes later, the sound of dripping water echoed continuously in the labyrinth's corridor. One drop after another splashed ripples in the puddles on the damp ground. Another three beads of sweat slid from Kanter's shoulders and fell to the ground.

He was drenched in sweat, his muscles were bulging, and veins were protruding at the junction of his cheeks and jawbone. Besides being exhausted, he was also furious.

"Oh, Mr. Hercules, I guess you're about out of energy, right? What did you say just now? You're the best fighter in the universe? I don't agree with that point. Unless everyone in your universe has arms as thin as Mario's flagpole and bodies more fragile than the walls in Tank Battle, how could you become this number one?"

"What's your name, Kanter? When your mother named you, did she tell you that it sounds like the surname of a southern extremist conservative religious leader? Ah, did you exert yourself just now? If I hadn't accompanied George's four-year-old brother to play push-hands games a few days ago, I really wouldn't have felt it."

"You, you damn bastard kid!!" Kanter cursed, "You just wait for me, the Dark Elite won't let you off!!!"

"Is that the name of your super group? It's really lame. It sounds like the name of a cult organization that would hand out flyers in a clothing outlet. Lame to the max!"

Kanter panted heavily. Before today, he really hadn't expected that someone could compete with him in strength. He belonged to the Dark Elite under Darkseid, also called the Darkseid Elite, and was the universe's number one fighter, and fighters often need powerful strength.

But the current situation was that he was wrestling with Spider-Man, and the way they were competing in strength was by pushing the same thing in different directions. No one understands pushing things better than Spider-Man, except for Superman.

"Oh, have we been in a stalemate for half an hour? I haven't told you the rules of the game yet, have I? If you've read middle school physics, you should know that in this situation, it's not about who has more strength, but who has more friction than the other."

Through the narrow crack in the door, Kanter's angry and confused expression was reflected, while inside the door, it was covered in spider webs. The spider silk fired by Spider-Man covered the entire room, providing him with powerful fixing force through a magical mechanical structure. Combined with the powerful adhesive devices on the feet of his suit, Spider-Man could play like this for another year.

Kanter revealed an expression of rage at being played, but he actually still hadn't figured out where he was being played, nor did he realize that the biggest loss in the half-hour he had been in a stalemate with Spider-Man was his own mental state. Spider-Man's trash-talk attack had almost made him lose his mind.

An excellent fighter must have a clear fighting mind and the wisdom to calmly analyze the situation, and Kanter was currently losing this part of his ability, especially when urging sounds kept coming from the communication device.

A cold light flashed in Kanter's eyes. He let go of his hands, loosened his wrists, and lowered his tone, saying, "I originally thought you were just a few brats, not worth me bringing out my real skills. Now I want to tell you, you've angered me, and you will pay the price for this!"

Helen, who had digested the power the fastest, walked over, yawned, and picked her ear, saying, "Has anyone ever told you that you're very old-fashioned? What era is it, and you're still reciting this kind of villain dialogue? Even saying 'I want to make you understand my pain' would be much more stylish than this."

Kanter finally couldn't take it anymore. He pressed a button on his arm armor. Afterward, the yellow and purple armor flashed with energy luster, and a purple-gold energy field spread out from his side and then converged onto the surface of the armor. Kanter stretched out his hands, pressed them against the door, and pushed hard.

"Haaah!!!!"

"Ugh!"

Spider-Man let out a short breath, his feet sliding backward about ten centimeters. Helen stood to the side with her arms crossed and asked, "Need help?"

Spider-Man's spider compound eyes slowly narrowed. He looked at the small crack where the door was gradually being pushed open and raised his tone, saying, "Mr. Hercules, is this your trump card?"

"Heh, what do you brats know?! His Majesty Darkseid possesses the strongest technological system in this universe. All of our armaments have been optimized countless times. My armor can greatly enhance my explosive power. If you don't want your arm bones to break, abandon resistance immediately!"

Helen shivered, rubbed the goosebumps on her arms with her hand, and said, "He's so old-fashioned it makes my toes curl. Even the Mandarin, a villain on our side who hid for decades, wasn't as old-fashioned as him. Where was he just dug out from?!"

Spider-Man sighed lightly. He looked at Kanter, who was pressing his bloodshot eyeballs against the crack in the door and glaring at him fiercely, and said, "Do you know what the most dangerous part of this game is?"

Before Kanter could answer, Spider-Man answered his own question: "I can't touch you, so I can use the strength that can't be used on humans on this door..."

"Hahahahaha! What nonsense are you..."

Kanter suddenly discovered that the resistance force he encountered had weakened. He just wanted to return Spider-Man's trash talk to him, but the next second, an irresistible giant force came.

"BOOM!!!!!!!"

Watching Kanter fly to the end of the corridor, Spider-Man maintained the posture of pushing the door and stood in the crack, saying, "I told you, you're lame to the max."

Kanter, who was slapped against the wall at the end, struggled to fall down and lay on the ground. As soon as he turned his head, he saw his already shattered arm armor. He widened his eyes and looked in the direction of Spider-Man, but what he saw was a thin, skinny teenager who couldn't be called strong at all.

"How is this poss..."

"Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!"

A series of crazy laughter rang out. Kanter, lying on the ground, heard a sharp girl's laughter coming from the room behind Spider-Man. The malice and madness contained in that laughter made his brain begin to tremble.

"Who was laughing so ugly just now?!" A figure, even thinner but with long hair, suddenly appeared in the dark corridor. The shadow of a boning knife was stretched very long by the faint light.

They came out, this is the chance! A sharp light flashed in Kanter's eyes. As expected, they were just a bunch of brats. Could it be that he wasn't pretending to be weak to trick them out? Were they so easily fooled?

At the same time, the gray mist complained in Schiller's brain: "I swear I've purified the darkness in that energy until it's almost gone, but her absorption capacity for darkness is exceptionally good. Now it's fine, she's really become a Harley Quinn."

"She might just have been too excited before and hadn't vented it out. Finally having an opponent and more power, that's why she went completely crazy. It should be better in a while," Schiller replied.

Kanter narrowed his eyes. Until Harley walked closer and he saw her youthful face, Kanter revealed a disdainful smile. He guessed correctly; this room was full of children, and it was very likely they were all Batman's children.

Taking so many harvests to see Lord Desaad, not only was there hope for reinstatement, but if the plan against Batman was effective, he would definitely be able to go further.

The muscles on Kanter's clenched fist arm were ready to go. Almost the moment his thigh muscles tightened, he turned into a stream of air invisible to the naked eye. Using the walls on both sides of the narrow corridor to bounce back and forth, he appeared directly beside Harley with a strange movement technique that ordinary people couldn't capture.

Hair flying, Kanter's face appeared behind Harley's ear. Along with the sound of his punch breaking through the air, his whisper sounded: "Too slow, little girl."

Suddenly, Kanter saw a mirror image of his own eyes. A huge boning knife was floating quietly before his eyes, and on the side near the hilt was Harley's eye, which was mostly blocked by the long hair on her forehead and filled with malicious laughter.

"Swish! Swish, swish, swish!"

Kanter crossed his arms to block urgently. With just one boning knife, within two seconds, he cut hundreds of marks on his hand armor. Lowering his arms, Kanter saw the knife fly back into the girl's hand.

"Telekinesis? Object-control magic?" Kanter whispered. He thought, this girl is the powerful individual among humans that Viman has been talking about? Is the boy behind her also one?

All of Batman's children are powerful individuals, then how strong must he be himself?

Kanter shook his head slightly, shaking his messy thoughts out of his mind. But just as his eyes focused, platinum-gold hair brushed across the bridge of his nose. When his eyeballs involuntarily turned to the right, a crazy smiling face just happened to sweep past his side.

"Zzzzt—Bang!"

The blade swept across his neck, stirring up a series of transparent ripples. Kanter's figure turned along with it, borrowed the momentum to fly backward, landed heavily on the ground, and then covered his neck with his hand.

"Haha, Apokolips technology isn't something your primitive civilization can understand. The armor's force field covers the whole body, your little knife can't cut it!"

Kanter, half-kneeling on the ground, paused his steps. His thigh muscles exerted force again, and his eyeballs turned rapidly. The moment Harley's figure, holding a long knife and stepping on the wall, was locked in the center of his pupils, Kanter jumped high, kicked the junction of the wall and ceiling with one foot, and swung the other leg out with borrowed force. Like a whip, it attacked Harley's waist.

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Harley laughed crazily. Endless blade light slashed at his leg. She flexibly ducked downward, avoided the whip kick in mid-air, and rushed over from the corner of the wall on the ground.

Kanter, who had originally concentrated his energy on the attack, suddenly felt a wave of irritability rise in his heart. He retracted his posture and landed. The anger originally stirred up by Spider-Man descended again, and he roared at Harley.

"Damn it, what are you laughing at??!!!"

Harley stood up lightly, like a pale female ghost. She tilted her neck, raised her head, and stared at Kanter through the gaps in her long hair, more low laughter leaking from between her teeth.

"I'm laughing... that you will be chopped into thirteen pieces by me!!!!"

"Clang!"

The long knife separated the eyes of anger and madness, and the two collided again. Between the blade light and fist shadows, more and more darkness surged out from Harley's mouth and nose.