Chapter 4234

This claw scratched directly on Bruce's carotid artery, and blood sprayed out. Bruce was like a tender sprout that had just grown on a tree, breaking fragilely. And Kent was completely stunned.

Superpowers are very important to Superman, because that not only gives them super strength and a super brain, but also allows them to have super senses. The way they perceive the world is completely different from humans; massive amounts of information constantly pour into their brains through near-infinite senses, allowing them to accurately feel everything happening in the world every second, and nothing can escape their eyes and ears.

So after losing his superpowers, Clark Kent lost not only strength and wisdom, but more importantly, his perception of the world was greatly weakened. Looking at the world in the way of ordinary people is like becoming deaf and blind for Superman. His reaction ability also dropped significantly, and his perception of the world became very blurred, a bit like humans being tired to the extreme, always in a state of half-dream and half-awake.

Therefore, when the dried corpse approached, he didn't react at all, otherwise he wouldn't have been scratched. But he was scratched, and he still didn't react; otherwise, he should have turned around and pushed the dried corpse away in the first place.

This dried corpse is similar to the clown actor before, with very sharp claws, looking very scary, but in reality, it is not heavy, and its strength is not great enough for ordinary people to be completely unable to cope. People like Kent, who are heavyweights, can completely tackle it; if he reacted, he could kick the other party away with one foot. But he didn't.

This led to Bruce, who rushed up to protect him, receiving a fatal blow. Every breath of air Kent breathed was full of a heavy smell of blood, Bruce fell down in front of him, and the whole world seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-red curtain.

"No!!!!!!"

Kent let out a roar of grief and indignation; he pounced directly on the dried corpse, pressed it under his body with a bang, and smashed the other party's cheekbone with a punch.

He didn't seem to be good at doing this kind of thing, just swinging his fists without any rules, but this couldn't be considered an effective strike for the dried corpse. Those sharp and hard claws constantly scratched blood marks on his back, but Kent seemed not to feel it; he vented the anger in his heart crazily, until he pulled hard with both hands and pulled the dried corpse's head off directly.

But even so, it didn't stop the corpse's actions. Just when Kent's anger was burning more and more, he suddenly heard a very weak "fire..." coming from behind him.

Kent stood up immediately, took out a lighter from his pocket, smashed some rotten wooden boards next to this abandoned house onto the dried corpse, lit the paper box of food packaging, and threw it onto the rotten wooden boards and the dried corpse. The flames burned, the dried corpse retreated in horror, but Kent went around behind him and gave him a kick, kicking him directly into the flames. After the raging fire burned, the dried corpse finally stopped moving.

Kent hurriedly went to see Bruce's situation, but that claw was too deep, the artery had ruptured, and Bruce's situation was beyond help.

"No... no..." Kent shook his head helplessly; he wanted to bandage the wound in a hurry, but saw Bruce shake his head with his last strength and made a mouth shape: "I won't die..."

Bruce knew that when he was extremely weak, he would be sent into the spiritual world. Now his consciousness is gradually withdrawing, and it should take a while before he enters the spiritual world, rather than directly leaving the dungeon, but this matter is a bit complicated, and he has no time to explain.

"Are you crazy?!" Kent shouted at him: "Do you think you are Batman, so you won't bleed and get injured?! You are going to die!!!"

Bruce was helpless to the extreme; he really didn't know how to coax Kent. If the other party hadn't inhaled stimulants, perhaps he could have calmed down as soon as possible, but in this situation, it was obviously not possible. In the last time of consciousness withdrawal, he could only make a mouth shape to Kent: "Find... Schiller..."

After speaking, his body died, and his consciousness entered the spiritual world. But Kent, who stayed in the real world, was still ignorant. He just watched Batman gradually lose his vitality in his arms, and he couldn't do anything.

At this moment, Kent didn't know what he was thinking either; he felt like he had a long dream, and now he finally woke up.

Many things in this world cannot be understood without experiencing them. Superman is a god among men; he possesses an extremely powerful body, and almost nothing can kill him. For him, injury and death are very vague concepts.

The moral education he received told him that he should pity fragile ordinary people, he should try his best to help the wounded, and observe a moment of silence for those who died. But this is just a theory he obtained from education; for the birth, aging, sickness, and death experienced by ordinary people, he has almost no experience, and his understanding of the world of ordinary people is just a castle in the air.

And because of his attribute of getting what he wants, when he desperately wants to do something, there is nothing he cannot do. He is God's favorite, and the world's rules will open the back door for him. Even if he is restricted by kryptonite and becomes very weak, as long as he wants, he still has the power to resist, and his fault tolerance rate is almost infinite.

However, it is different in this dungeon. He lost all his abilities and became as helpless as an ordinary person; the rules of this universe will not make an exception for him. So he became like the most ordinary person, one wrong step, and the whole game is lost.

Is there any outrageous mistake he just made? Actually, no. The attack of the dried corpse came too suddenly, the other party was very light, almost without any footsteps, and the surprise attack was fast and fierce; people without professional training almost couldn't react. Not to mention Kent, who fell from the clouds to the world and hadn't adapted yet; it is very normal that he couldn't push the other party away in the first place.

But because of this, his companion suffered a fatal injury, and he could only watch him die, unable to do anything. This is his fault, but it is not his fault. If you have to say it, you can only blame ordinary humans for being too fragile, fragile like withered grass in the wind in front of any existence with superpowers.

Brain, carotid artery, pulmonary artery, organs, spine, lower limb arteries, any damage to any place will cause people to die, and it is the kind of situation that is irreparable once damaged. Even small accidents in life may take their lives, not to mention facing such terrible monsters?

At this moment, Kent finally realized why Batman always appears very tough, very aggressive, always aggressive, step by step, and doesn't give people any room to breathe at all.

Why when they have differences, when every Superman wants to talk, when Superman holds a completely optimistic attitude towards something, Batman always appears like a cold high wall, as if nothing in this world can change him.

Because Batman is afraid, because he can stand from the perspective of an ordinary person without any superpowers and understand how fragile ordinary people are. He must be strong enough, fast enough, decisive enough to save everyone, and to save himself.

At this moment, Kent understood that those ordinary people are actually in a survival crisis all the time. They have too many things to guard against and too many things to deal with, so they show excessive stress reactions to everything around them. Because any complete relaxation at any moment may bring them terrible death.

And for Batman, his concentration must even reach a hundred or a thousand times that of ordinary people. Because the survival crisis he has to deal with is at the same level as Superman, who is like a god among men.

Comparing to gods with a mortal body, its true greatness does not lie in how strong the gods are, but in the fact that mortals are too weak. This fragility will shape them from all aspects; in order to have the ability to deal with god-like disasters, Batman also cannot achieve perfection; he must make sacrifices.

And what makes Kent feel even more guilty is that he understands that just a moment ago, Batman partially let down his guard, his attention was not concentrated enough, so like Kent who hadn't adapted to the environment, he didn't notice the approach of the dried corpse.

For Batman, this is a very terrible mistake, and he paid the price for this mistake. But Kent knows that there must have been a moment when the strength and reliability he showed made Batman think that letting down his guard a little in front of him and letting himself become a little more relaxed was okay.

And associating it with the crises he faced since he was born, which eventually shaped him into such a vigilant, focused, and unyielding person. This moment of relaxation appears precious, like a spring in the desert, a campfire in a snowy night, it is the warmest and most moving side he can show.

But it was such a habit that killed him; when he was habitually relaxed and distracted, death arrived quietly, and the way it took his life was like a shallow joke.

Batman, who had been invincible in Kent's eyes and would never bleed, when he was taken away by death, was also like a light leaf, dry and clean, not real at all, and didn't even look like a hero.

Thinking of those human heroes learned in textbooks, who were also like this when they died, silent and helpless, Kent felt that he had never been a hero. Because the courage he needed to resist disasters was far less than the courage needed by any fragile human being when facing injury and death.

And if heroic death is something some people choose actively, just like a leaf chooses to drift down from the tree first, in such a miserable and silent way, merging into the soil, turning into nothingness, and maybe not even being remembered, can it be called a hero. Then Clark Kent feels that all the praise he has experienced in the past is undeserved.

And Batman, he not only jumped down from the branches several times, but also grew from the soil countless times, fighting with fate, fighting with the god of death. How many times he died, he was resurrected how many times, using fragile bones to refine into bricks, condensing blood into mud, and finally built such a great high wall.

This high wall is the greatest miracle that Batman can build as a fragile ordinary person; it is a monument to humans fighting storms, resisting fate, and transcending pain and death.

And Clark Kent has to feel ashamed for his past thoughts like "this wall is to guard against himself, or someone else."

At this time, when he thinks of the slightly relaxed side Batman showed in front of him, he can miraculously regard the coldness he once hated most as a high mountain. And no matter how strong the bird wants to fly there, it is inevitable to experience some twists and turns.