Chapter 3815

"Meet at the side door of the east courtyard." The content of the note was very simple, the strokes pressing hard into the paper, showing just how angry the person who wrote it was. But the Owlman who received the note just gave a disdainful laugh. He was no longer afraid of Arkham Batman now.

Before class had even ended, he had already walked toward the east courtyard. Because most of the students were still in class, there was no one in the courtyard, but Arkham Batman was already waiting there.

"I didn't expect you to find me so quickly," Owlman said. "What do you want? Beat me up? I'm afraid you can't do that now, can you?"

"That's right, so I didn't intend to beat you up."

Arkham Batman took half a step toward him, but Owlman instinctively took a large step back, then suddenly realized what he had just done and clenched his fists in anger.

This couldn't be blamed on him. The guy in front of him was less of a person and more of a monster, or perhaps a cold, ruthless fighting machine. No one knew when he would suddenly explode. Although he looked much like most of the Bruces, that face carried an extra layer of intimidation.

Suddenly, Owlman saw something shiny fly out from Arkham Batman's hand, tracing a graceful arc in the air before "plop," landing on the ground.

"I'll give you one last chance," Arkham Batman said, his tone carrying an inexplicable hint of amusement. "Pick it up, and our grudge will be wiped clean. I can help others, so naturally, I can help you too."

Owlman felt infinite rage instantly rush to his head. What did he mean by this? Teasing a dog?!

Owlman was just about to shout an insult, but he saw Arkham Batman's expression turn cold, and heard him say: "Owlman, you really are such a piece of trash. If the Joker were here, he would happily go and pick it up, crying with gratitude that I had finally had a change of heart, and then ask me how I could help him. He would perform for anyone for the sake of his evil schemes. But you, you're not even as good as that madman."

Owlman felt his mind go blank. Arkham Batman hadn't used his fists to beat him, but those words were like a heavy blow to his brain, causing every gully in his mind to begin to quake, his brain matter churning up a tsunami in the storm.

He opened his mouth, trembling, just about to say something, when he heard a "Boom." The thing Arkham Batman had just dropped suddenly exploded, and the power of the explosion was astonishingly large, blowing him away directly, sending him over the corridor bridge behind him and causing him to fall heavily down the cliff.

Owlman was completely stunned by the blast, and for a moment, he didn't even remember to use Mephisto's power to stabilize his body. By the time he reacted, the professors had already flown over, and even with his power, he didn't dare use it.

Because of his extreme rage, Owlman's eyes were covered in a layer of red. So much so that he didn't stay in the school infirmary for long, not even bothering to act anymore, directly using Mephisto's power to heal his injuries and charging toward Arkham Batman, who was walking past the edge of the lawn.

This time, before he could even say a word, they were both blown away together, along with many other Batmen who had just finished class and were passing by.

When Owlman crawled up from the ground, the Sorcerer Supreme had already arrived. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but still didn't dare to reveal any power, just like that being sent to the meditation room by the Sorcerer Supreme.

Regardless, at least, anyway, that guy had also been injured by the blast, and he didn't have Mephisto's power; he couldn't heal that quickly. Even if he had plotted against him, it was a case of hurting the enemy by a thousand and damaging himself by eight hundred, Owlman thought.

He wasn't sure if the Sorcerer Supreme was paying attention to the meditation room, but he felt that the Sorcerer Supreme probably didn't care about him. Otherwise, how could he have been blown into a serious injury in the morning, and then be able to move freely in the afternoon to find trouble with Arkham Batman? It didn't look right no matter how you saw it. But the Sorcerer Supreme didn't care at all, putting him here without even asking a single question.

Owlman guessed that the Sorcerer Supreme must have had bigger troubles to deal with. After all, explosions were happening one after another in the school; if he, the headmaster, didn't give an explanation, let alone the Batmen, even the ordinary students would have doubts about him.

Since the Sorcerer Supreme wasn't paying attention to this side, he could use Mephisto's power to recover slightly. After all, the second explosion point was even closer to him, and he was injured more severely. If he didn't heal quickly, he would be done for.

Owlman concentrated his attention, following the meditation method Saphir had taught him, and began to heal the wounds on his body. But suddenly, he discovered that the power within his body was being stripped away step by step, disappearing bit by bit, and that unbearable thirst and scorching sensation also vanished.

"No... No!!!!"

Mephisto in Hell had a face like a vegetable. It was hard to imagine that this old devil, who didn't know how long he had lived, would one day call someone else a devil, but he truly recognized Arkham Batman as such.

This kid didn't know where he had gotten the coordinates of the Hell Dimension, driving that broken car of his and crashing right in, not even hitting the brakes when he hit him, just rolling right over.

That was all fine. That car had crashed into the location of the "Divine Comedy" shoot that Mephisto had spent so much effort setting up for Chris at an unscientific and unmagical speed.

That was a scene he had painstakingly built for several months! It had been smashed into pieces by that broken car!!!

Chris had already promised him he would film "The Divine Comedy." He had been focusing on building the Heaven scene, but now his home was on fire, and the Hell scene he had originally built had been smashed!!!

Although Mephisto was omnipotent in his own dimension, building a movie scene that was true to the original work and met human aesthetic standards took a lot of his energy. He had already imagined how many people would praise this exquisite set after the movie was released. The moment the scene was smashed, Mephisto felt his heart shatter along with it.

Mephisto was so angry he wanted to kill someone. But the culprit just walked out of the car, stepped on the fragments of the sculpture he had been molding for half a day, and said righteously: "If you have the ability, kill me, and see if the Sorcerer Supreme comes to find trouble with you."

Mephisto's claws, which had already reached out, stopped. The Sorcerer Supreme in his mind wasn't Strange, but the Ancient One.

This wasn't a question worth thinking about at all. Even when there was nothing going on, the Ancient One would find trouble with him; if a student from the magic school really died here, the Ancient One could flip the Hell Dimension upside down.

My life is bitter! Mephisto howled in his heart. But he only howled that once, and then his attention shifted to Arkham Batman.

"You broke my things, human. How do you intend to compensate me?!"

"Are you saying I traveled thousands of miles, hit you with a car, and smashed your house into a mess, just to find a reason to compensate you?"

Mephisto choked. He decided to get straight to the point: "You have good talent, you have the potential to be the Sorcerer Supreme. Do you want to follow me?"

"I can, but I have conditions."

"Tell me."

"Tear up the contract of that piece of trash, Owlman."

"This... I am a devil, but devils also keep their word. Once a contract is signed, it cannot be easily torn up..."

Arkham Batman looked around at the ruins.

"Where do you see 'easily'?"

Mephisto was speechless again. Although he didn't know how the other party had done it, it looked like it had taken some effort. Ordinary people really couldn't do it.

"I only signed the contract with him not long ago; tearing it up so quickly will affect my reputation."

"I guarantee that if you continue to contract with him, it will have an even greater impact on your reputation," Arkham Batman said. "He took your power and still couldn't beat me; isn't that embarrassing enough?"

"Uh..." Mephisto felt that what Arkham Batman said actually made some sense. If Owlman had been even a little useful, he wouldn't have let this guy break into the Hell Dimension and open a portal.

Mephisto was also very curious about what Owlman was doing. You were bullied so miserably by these Batmen, and the first thing you did after gaining powerful strength wasn't to cut the weeds and pull the roots, but to leave your opponent time to build magic bombs, magic flying cars, confirm Hell Dimension coordinates, and open a portal in the Hell Dimension. Isn't that basically gaining power and doing nothing?

Still, Mephisto was a profit-seeking devil. He could treat those who brought him profit like his own father; but if they had no value, they would be discarded immediately.

When Shiler came to him and asked him to contract a Batman, Mephisto felt a bit strange. Because Shiler had always been guarding against him, how could he find him a good one?

He had originally intended to observe a bit more, but now it seemed unnecessary. This one who had delivered himself to his door was more pleasing to the eye.

"Fine, I can terminate the contract with him and stop providing him with power. But that's not the key; the key is, what do you want?"

"I need power."

"I mean, what do you need this power for?" Mephisto said.

"Are you from the IRS? Do you need to investigate the expenditure?"

Mephisto was choked again. He tried his best to squeeze out a smile and said: "This is a necessary process. Besides, I have to provide power quotas based on the nature of what you want to do. For example, Owlman said he wanted to take revenge on you all, so I gave him enough power. What do you want power for? Do you also want to take revenge on him?"

"I want to beat up the Sorcerer Supreme."

"What?!"

"I said, I want to beat up the Sorcerer Supreme. After that guy blew me up, he chose to let it go. He can't escape this beating."

"I think, sometimes it's better to value peace," Mephisto said very tactfully. "And, the one who blew you up wasn't the Sorcerer Supreme, is there a need to involve such a wide range?"

"Whether there is a need is not for you to decide."

Mephisto really wanted to curse. What was wrong with these Batmen, why were they all like stones in a latrine, and this one in front of him was especially hard; he couldn't say three sentences without being choked half to death.

"This definitely won't work," Mephisto said. "No matter how much power I give you, you won't be able to beat the Sorcerer Supreme. Besides, the current Sorcerer Supreme has a teacher, and that guy is notorious throughout the universe, you definitely won't be able to beat him."

"That's just because you're trash," Arkham Batman said with a bit of disdain. "It's because you can't give me enough power that I can't beat him. Forget it, today was a wasted trip. I'll go ask the Great Demon Shadow."

After saying that, he got in the car and was about to leave. Mephisto hurriedly stopped him and said: "Wait, don't go. The Great Demon Shadow isn't as easy to talk to as I am, maybe he won't even be willing to lend you power. My price is fair and honest, consider it again..."