Chapter 1714: S: The Apocalypse Event (17)

"I'm powerful, right?!" Aisha put her hands on her hips and laughed, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. Little Bruce looked her up and down and said, "So your ability is to make people afraid?"

Aisha nodded vigorously, but then shook her head hard. She said, "Can make many people afraid, can also eat other people's fear, can also... anyway, fear!"

Little Bruce thought for a moment and decided not to delve into the reason. Mainly, Aisha's logic of speaking was confusing enough to give people a headache. Asking for the truth from her mouth would delay too much time.

Little Bruce's gaze stayed on Spider-Man for two seconds, and then turned away. Spider-Man immediately rushed to him and said, "Hey! Hey, hey! What about me? Don't you want to ask what my ability is?"

"Your ability we have already seen." Helen sighed and said: "Later, each of us will wear earplugs. You just need to carry out mental attacks on the other party... just like you did to that monster before."

"Oh, fine."

"Ha, this is good." Harley laughed, her gaze swept over the few people present and said: "Tank, control, physical output, magic output all have it. Oh, of course, how can a group battle be without a commander?"

Looking at Harley's teasing gaze, little Bruce turned his head away and rolled his eyes slightly. Then he said: "Then you guys listen carefully, the commander is going to start formulating the plan."

Deep in the labyrinth, at the end of the dark corridor, a figure leaned against the wall and stopped. He panted heavily, cursing in dialect and foul language.

Kante, who supported the wall with one hand, looked up at the labyrinth corridor that was exactly the same again, gritted his teeth, and whispered: "This damn labyrinth, why do all the roads look the same? And the marks have disappeared."

He hesitated somewhat and wanted to press the request for help button on his arm, or simply break the ceiling and fly out. But that would mean his mission had completely failed. And if he returned to the fleet like this, not to mention the sarcasm of his colleagues, if Lord Desaad knew he had fled the battle, he would be dead.

At least he had to obtain some results, Kante thought, at least he could take it back to report, so as not to appear too useless.

Thinking this way, Kante took a deep breath and continued to walk forward. But just at this moment, he heard a rustling sound coming from the end of another corridor at the turn.

"What kind of broken labyrinth is this? Why are the marks we made before all gone? Could it be that we really can't get out?"

"I said we should have stayed in the original room. Now it's good, the ceiling can't be broken, and we can't find the way out. Isn't it completely trapped?"

"Stop complaining, wasn't staying in that room also being trapped..."

Kante felt his breathing frequency accelerate instantly. Could it be that his luck had turned? That group of stupid little bastards actually came out of that room, and they happened to be run into by him in the labyrinth. Isn't this a pie falling from the sky?

Kante instantly accelerated and sprinted to block the other side of the labyrinth corridor. As a few small figures walked closer, he heard a few exclamations as he wished.

"Why are you here?!" Helen widened her eyes and retreated a few steps, baring her teeth at Kante, revealing a vigilant defensive posture.

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect us to run into each other again." Harley tightened the knife in her hand, instead taking a step forward and looking at Kante with killing intent boiling.

The field was silent for a few seconds. Harley had to retreat half a step slightly, stepped on Spider-Man's foot with a hard foot, Spider-Man "ow"-ed and almost jumped up, and then he said as if he had just remembered something: "Ah... ah! Damn it, it's the enemy we encountered before, run!"

"Hahaha, want to run?! It's too late! You will all become prisoners of the Female Furies!!!" Kante roared with laughter while rushing up.

Harley and Helen rushed toward Kante from left and right at the same speed. During the running process, Helen didn't forget to complain to Harley in a low voice: "How can he be so old-fashioned?! I guess there must be no game discs on their planet, right?"

"Stop talking, I guess he doesn't even read comics." Harley turned around and jumped off the wall, her speed slightly exceeding Helen's. Her leg exerted force and she leaped up. In mid-air, she turned around comfortably, swept over Kante's head, and landed behind him, adding: "... Comics don't draw such old-fashioned villains anymore. I guess his next sentence is 'I advise you not to be ungrateful'."

"You had better not be ungrateful! Come with me now and you can still save a little life..."

"My grandfather is above! Stop talking! Shut up and fight! Otherwise, my toes are really going to cramp!!!" Helen roared at him.

With a "swish," a blade flashing with cold light swept past Kante's temple. He dodged by tilting his head, and a small section of hair that was cut off was like a falling leaf in the wind.

Kante didn't panic at all. His eyes narrowed slightly. He stretched his right hand backward to grab, borrowed the momentum of turning around, and did a whip kick to the right. Just as he was about to kick Harley, a fist wind suddenly came from behind. He quickly retracted his leg and changed to bending over to dodge.

After Helen's punch missed, she followed with a kick. Kante looked at the thin ankle kicking over with his peripheral vision. He curled his lips in disdain, hooked his fingers like an eagle, and grabbed it lightly backward.

In his field of vision, Helen had already been grabbed by the ankle and lifted up by him, turning into a piece of bacon waiting to be slaughtered.

"Bang!!!"

Kante was kicked into the wall beside him. One side of his hand armor was completely shattered. Helen slowly retracted her leg and spread her hands on both sides of her body, saying: "A little bit of the true form's power is enough."

When looking at the wall again, Kante's figure had disappeared. From the direction Harley was standing, several sounds of metal collision came. Only to see Kante's straight punch strike urgently, the afterimages of the fists waving in mid-air were like blooming flowers.

Harley controlled the boning knife to constantly block, while taking small steps backward to resolve the impact brought by the fist wind. But at this time, a cold smile flashed across Kante's mouth. He caught the flaw.

He pretended to attack the flank with two punches. Taking advantage of the flying knife flying to the side to block, a heavy straight punch went straight to Harley's face.

But the scream and blood didn't come as he expected. Harley just tilted her body slightly in advance. After dodging the punch, the blade turned rapidly, "swish, swish, swish, swish, swish," the hand armor and arm armor on the other side slowly drifted to the ground like pencil shavings.

"How is this possible?!! You can predict my movements in advance and dodge?! You have precognition ability?!!"

"Stop adding drama to me, okay?" Harley pursed her lips with a look of disgust and said: "Isn't it that you have to smile coldly before you change your moves yourself?"

Kante was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously touched his face. Helen said behind him: "If you can't control your expression, wear a full-face mask. Don't learn from others to wear a helmet, making it look like you have a super mind-reader enemy to guard against!"

"You!!! You group of little bastards!!!!"

Kante had originally accepted a wave of mental attacks from Spider-Man first. The previous baiting plan didn't go smoothly, making him even more annoyed. Getting lost in the labyrinth for a long time and not being able to get out made him doubt his own IQ. Being beaten by two children in succession and having his armor shattered made him furious. Now, although he couldn't understand what the other party meant, he could clearly feel that he was being mocked, burning his last bit of sanity.

There was no number one fighter in the universe, only a fighter under the number one tyrant in the universe.

Kante rushed toward Helen angrily. Helen didn't show weakness and rushed toward him at full speed. The two collided in one place. The huge impact force made Kante's legs go soft instantly. Harley immediately killed him with a knife. Suddenly, the three of them were fighting with fists and feet, indistinguishable from each other.

Little Bruce was watching from the side. Until he waited for Kante to want to kick Helen away with a straight kick due to a mistake and rashness, he tilted his head to Spider-Man and said: "Ready!"

Helen dodged the kick with a blank face, then grabbed Kante's ankle, and then grabbed Kante and spun three times in place, "swish" and threw him out.

Kante was worthy of being a fighter. He adjusted his posture in mid-air, aimed at the nearest wall, and hit it sideways to unload the force.

But just as he was flipping in mid-air, he saw a younger little girl break free from the restraint of her companion, waving her hands and wanting to pass through the corridor, while her companion looked flustered, as if wanting to pull her back.

Good chance!

Anyway, they were all Batman's children. Catching one and taking it back was enough. It wouldn't make him too embarrassed, and he would have something to report. Even if there was no hope for reinstatement, at least he could save face. If he was really beaten by a group of children until he was gray-faced, even if Lord Desaad spared his life, he wouldn't be able to lift his head in front of his colleagues in the future.

Thinking this way, Kante landed steadily, and then jumped up again. Following that, he rolled sideways and arrived at Aisha's side, reaching out to grab the little girl's shoulder.

Kante had already planned the escape route. Rushing toward those two female lunatics again was not wise. After grabbing the hostage, he turned his direction and ran back the way he came. The labyrinth terrain was complex. After turning a few more corners, the other party would definitely not be able to find him. By then, calling for support would also be justified.

Kante's hand had already rested on Aisha's shoulder. The next second, Aisha turned her head, and the yellow light in her vertical pupils shone like the sun.

Almost instantly, Kante felt as if his neck had been strangled. A kind of groundless huge fear flooded his heart.

Within the fraction of a second he was distracted, a blade infused with full dark energy swept across his neck.

Blood spurted, the head fell to the ground in response. Harley, holding the boning knife, walked over, looked at Kante who had been beheaded, and said: "It seems the defense of this armor has a limit, otherwise he is just a small minion and can't get any good things."

Helen walked up, crossed her arms, looked at Kante's corpse, and also said: "Strong is not very strong, old-fashioned is enough. Is this the legendary mental damage?"

"Alright, the first step of the plan is successfully completed. The other party should already know that Kante is dead. If I'm not wrong, Kante is just a sacrifice used to test Batman's strength. We passed this exam for Batman, and the other party's attitude toward us should also change."

In the control room built by the fleet, Viman looked at the red dot disappearing on the screen and smiled, saying: "Kante is dead. Lord Darkseid is indeed far-sighted. Batman has been prepared for us for a long time."

"Go, activate the boom-tube trap on Kante's armor, and invite his few descendants to come over and have a good chat!" ===== CHAPTER 1715 =====