Chapter 4936

On the way there were actually still quite a few monsters, but this instance doesn't restrict abilities, and at this time, the entire psychology department's teaching building had only him as a player. Bruce also had absolutely no need to hide anything—holy power in his left hand, dark energy in his right hand; even if these were high-level monsters, none were a match for him in a single exchange.

Arriving at the door of the psychology department office, Bruce indeed saw that familiar figure—only, the Zhou Xuan standing by the window was emanating thick black aura all over his body. The umbrella in his hand was clearly not an ordinary object at a glance, and that icy killing intent almost overflowed.

Bruce suddenly felt like laughing. Back when he couldn't write his thesis and came to the office to find his professor, the Zhou Xuan in his eyes then was no different from now. These special effects added by Brainiac were still somewhat restrained; he should have sent his memories and imagination to Brainiac—he would definitely be able to create a Zhou Xuan unprecedented and unmatched in terror.

Bruce walked in. The boss Zhou Xuan clearly sensed someone invading his territory and slowly turned around. Needless to say, Brainiac had still put thought into it—this boss truly resembled Zhou Xuan. Not just in appearance, but also in demeanor and gaze, there was that same feeling.

This is actually quite difficult. The main reason most villains who imitate don't choose to imitate Zhou Xuan is that his demeanor is very hard to mimic. Even someone like an agent with a unique personality trait has a very distinct aura that ordinary people cannot portray.

Brainiac isn't even human, yet he can imitate a near-perfect Zhou Xuan through daily observation of him. Although it seems he lacks consciousness, that feeling is spot-on, instantly making Bruce feel as if he had returned to the days when he couldn't write his thesis. This is evident from the way he walked in—he even politely knocked on the door.

But truly imitating Zhou Xuan's words and actions is still quite difficult, so Brainiac didn't give the boss any dialogue design—he just goes straight into combat when entering battle.

Bruce hadn't even reacted when the icy light of the umbrella blade swept past his cheek, directly slicing open a gap in the bat mask.

"Hiss..." Bruce sucked in a breath of cold air, "Brainiac, what are you playing at? Where's the plot dialogue?"

"Sounds like when you couldn't write your thesis, he wasn't attacking you head-on like this." Brainiac emotionlessly exposed Bruce's old habits, "Stop thinking east and west—whether you can beat him or not is still uncertain."

Bruce had also realized that although the appearance was Zhou Xuan, the combat ability used wasn't Zhou Xuan's. This attack power and desire were nearly catching up to Arkham Batman.

Bruce had just dodged an umbrella blade when the black mist behind Zhou Xuan turned into tentacles, slapping him away. In midair, Bruce turned while extending his wings, shouting: "Brainiac! Is this correct?!"

Brainiac didn't answer him at all. Bruce was also out of ideas—he raised a hand, unleashing holy light, but missed Zhou Xuan; the other hand sprayed dark energy, but was also dodged. Bruce realized he couldn't fight the boss like clearing small monsters, so he first landed to observe Zhou Xuan's movements.

Bruce stopped fighting, and Zhou Xuan also stopped. The two began to maneuver in the office. Bruce noticed the office area had been enlarged somewhat, but it was understandable—this boss is this strong, and without a larger space, fighting would truly be impossible.

Although Bruce was a fake Batman, he indeed had those two skills of Batman. Though he often loses more than wins when fighting Arkham Batman, he hardly loses against other Batmen. He closely watched Zhou Xuan's movements, and after several probing attacks, he discovered that Zhou Xuan's skill cycle actually followed a pattern.

Generally: umbrella blade slash, followed by blade energy attack, then black mist tentacle attack, then two stages of mental attack. During this, he would also adjust the release of these basic moves based on the opponent's position.

The hardest part about this boss is that his attack desire is extremely strong—Bruce only needs to move slightly, and he immediately slashes over. Moreover, it might be due to Zhou Xuan's strength values being written in—even if this slash is blocked, he gets blown away, so he can only dodge, not clash head-on.

But Bruce also noticed that between physical attacks and tentacle attacks, there is a brief pause—not only is the move not released, but the boss himself doesn't move. He tested it several times and found this was indeed a flaw. Unfortunately, the time is too short to seize the opportunity, but if he could grasp it, he might possibly kill with one strike.

Bruce re-manifested a holy light sword, sidestepped to dodge Zhou Xuan's umbrella blade. Then, at the moment the tentacles were gathering power, he fiercely flapped his wings, rushed to Zhou Xuan's side, and swung the great sword.

But just as he brushed past Zhou Xuan, with the sword blade about to descend, Bruce first saw Zhou Xuan's side profile, then caught a glimpse of his neck's side in his peripheral vision—there was a very shallow scar there. Bruce's breath caught abruptly, and the great sword condensed from holy light instantly dissipated. With a "Bang," he was blasted away by the tentacles.

"Brainiac!!" Bruce gritted his teeth, "You evil artificial intelligence!!!"

"Oh, there's an unexpected joy." Brainiac's light tone, however you listen to it, sounds deserving of a beating, "Sorry, I came after you graduated, so I really don't know much about your grudges. I didn't intentionally mentally attack you—it's just craftsmanship spirit."

Bruce let out a long sigh, raised his hand, the grappling hook caught the window frame, and the bat-suited figure burst out the window. As he fell downward, the cape fluttered loudly, and in a daze, he only saw the silhouette standing by the window, behind whom stretched boundless, thick, gloomy black mist—like the darkness that couldn't dissipate at the end of Mo Sen Street alley long ago.

"Finally settled it." Harley pushed the door open and let out a breath, "Finally managed to drive that thing away."

"I can't even imagine, a small monster is this hard to fight—how would we handle a boss?" Ted was also panting from exhaustion, nearly dislocated during the expulsion, but he still managed to pull it back with effort.

The Robins were also exhausted to no small degree—though they had explosives, blowing up this thing was also very strenuous; sometimes it was hard to make it follow the preset route forward, walking and walking it would veer off.

Constantine wasn't relaxed either—activating the old seal and bonfire ritual required his presence. Despite Charles's mental protection, he still took several hits, and now his face was very pale.

As for the Bell's state, it was actually okay, but the great sword had nicked while cutting small monsters; upon entering, he hurriedly repaired his precious weapon. The agent also wasn't doing well—because the middle route had deviated, there were more small monsters to clear. He fired a few shots with Diana's blessing, and now his ears started bleeding again.

"Where's Batman?" Nightwing looked around and asked.

"He went to fight the boss," Arrogant said, "He should be almost done now."

"Boss? Area boss? Which area is he from?" Pamela asked.

"Final boss." Arrogant said, "Gotham University's."

"Hiss..." A sound of many people sucking in cold air.

"No wonder he's Batman." Red Robin could only say that. Not only did he directly challenge the final boss, but he also picked the toughest one on the first try.

"Can he win?" Pamela frowned.

"Really hard to say," Tim said, "This Batman looks like he has some strength, and generally Batman wouldn't fight an unsure battle. But I think he might not be aiming to win in one go—more likely gathering intel... wait, how did he pass the exam?"

Only then did everyone realize: to fight Gotham University's boss, isn't it supposed to be an exam? Everyone's gaze fell on Arrogant. Could it be that this Batman is the only one in the entire multiverse skilled in psychoanalytic method?

Arrogant shook his head and said: "Just writing a small paper—how hard could it be?"

The Robins all sighed in unison, then scattered to organize their gear. Not long after, Batman returned. Nightwing looked at him and said: "How was it? Did you succeed?"

Batman shook his head: "The boss is very strong—probably needs teamwork. But I still suggest you guys take on the others first."

Everyone wasn't surprised either. Harley spread her hands and said: "It's because you're Batman that you thought of first going after Gotham University's boss—we originally didn't plan to provoke the professor first."

I think we need to take down one area's final boss before the third wave of attacks begins," Tim spoke up, "Later attacks will get harder and harder, then we'll have to pour all our energy into resisting attacks, leaving no room for going out to explore. The more this happens, the less gear we'll have, then the harder it gets to fight, and in the end we simply can't win.

"Brainiac," Tim asked again, "If we kill an area's final boss, will that area's attacks stop?"

"Yes," Brainiac said, "After the final boss dies, that area will no longer trigger active attacks, but monsters will still appear on the map, and all equipment and reward drops will remain normal."

"Then let's hit the southern area first," Pamela suggested, "Then use the southern area as our base and slowly push north—how about that?"

"The southern area's boss is Batman," Grundy said, "Why not go straight to the northern area and fight the Godfather? Over there, the gang members are numerous but ordinary people, with excellent weapons and gear, though all are modern firearms, no magical elements. Even if strengthened, the Godfather should still be carbon-based life—much easier to beat than the other bosses."

This suggestion gained agreement from most people. Because if we really had to pick a soft persimmon among the four, the gangsters are indeed weaker. Moreover, gang members drop modern weapons, and compared to magical items, players are more skilled at using these modern firearms. Also, the Godfather's rewards might possibly relate to these modern firearms—if we could set up a production line, later we wouldn't need to painstakingly clear small monsters.

After deciding, everyone prepared to first check the northern area's situation. However, the agent shook his head and said: "Our base isn't big enough to hold this many people. Each team sends one person over, and we'll regroup when the boss fight happens."

"We're not going," the Bishop said, "We have no attack means, and defensive pressure is also relatively high—better to return to the church."

"We'll pray for you," Constantine said, making a cross on his chest, "May the Lord bless you."

"Come on," Harley sighed, "If we're counting on the Lord to bless us, Gotham should still be in the gangster era. Let's go—long time no see, Godfather."