Chapter 160 Perfect Partner

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

This is the sound of Carl breaking countless big trees.

Siwa had long noticed the power movement of his legs and the abnormal pile of soil under his feet. He realized that this child would have an extremely fast initial speed and dodge in advance.

Even if Carl's speed is faster than a bullet, it is impossible to hit a target that is not on the path. He can only crash into countless vegetation in the forest like a little wild boar.

When Tonghu saw this scene, he was startled: "Fuck! Is this what outsiders say is a bit special? Is this really not a human-shaped cannonball?"

Siwa said disdainfully: "Without any skills, no matter how fast or powerful you are, it's useless."

At this moment, a silent cold light flashed across.

The long sword silently slashed towards Siwa.

The whole body of the sword seemed to be made of mirrors, with an indescribably smooth blade. When it cut through the air, it did not produce any regular sword wind, as if the sword was just an illusion and did not actually exist in this place.

Tonghu reminded: "Siwa, be careful."

Although it was a reminder, his voice was not loud, and he was not at all anxious. It was obvious that he did not think that the sneak attack would pose any threat to Siwa.

Siwa calmly raised his long sword to resist, but at the moment when the peaks met, Siwa's years of experience in using cold weapons made Siwa feel an inconsistent touch from the sword.

Any weapon master has perfect mastery of the listening skills when weapons intersect, and can judge from the direction, strength, speed, and stagnation of the opponent's attack whether it is a suppressive attack or a feint attack trying to control the rhythm.

This technique has been deeply rooted in Siwa's bones and has become a muscle memory that does not require thinking and coordination.

It was this kind of muscle memory that made her feel a strong violation that went against her experience...

Why, even though the two swords are intersecting, there is no feeling from my own sword?

At this moment, she looked at the sword that had been cut into the sword with some doubts. For a moment, she even doubted whether this was a children's toy invented by Wayne Enterprises. It was actually just a sword with a hilt.

stereoscopic projection.

But the next moment, the warrior's intuition caused her to turn her head instantly and avoid the bright long sword that penetrated the sword but did not slow down at all.

Later, she was surprised to find that the titanium alloy long sword she had spent a high price to build and even had a nano-level edge... the upper half of the sword fell silently!

It falls, not breaks.

There was no metal buzzing, as if the titanium alloy sword was originally two sections. When the hand holding them was released, the upper half was naturally pulled to the ground by gravity.

Before Siwa could react, Bruce drew his sword again.

The previous sneak attack on Baiyun Chuxiu failed to achieve the result. Bruce decisively switched to the newly learned Youfeng Laiyi. The blade of the sword was like a flexible hummingbird. The long sword seemed to be as fast as it followed the carefully drawn trajectory.

As dexterous as a sword.

Siwa tried to hold the sword between her fingers, but as soon as it came into contact, she secretly thought it was not good.

The blade of this sword is so smooth that there seems to be no friction at all.

It's a pity that Bruce is still too young. No matter how talented he is, no matter how exquisite the Huashan swordsmanship modified by Chen Guang is, no matter how sharp the water drop sword in his hand is... his small arms also make him the fastest.

Shortcomings.

Such a great opportunity was still evaded by Siwa. Then she easily took two steps back to avoid another sharp edge and distanced herself.

Shiva thought Bruce would pursue him, but she underestimated the child.

After Bruce realized that he was unable to capture the opponent's figure with displacement, he retreated with his sword, stabilized his body, and looked prepared, waiting for the rhythm of the next confrontation to begin.

Not far away, Siwa glanced at the broken blade in his hand, and then at the long sword in Bruce's hand. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his emotions finally fluctuated.

She licked her lips and smiled.

"Good stuff from the Wayne family...a surprise."

With that said, she threw away the broken blade in her hand and walked slowly towards Bruce.

She was obviously using her bare hands, but she was full of endless confidence, and she didn't take this child holding a magic weapon lightly at all.

After all, she is the most powerful fighting master among non-superpowers on this planet.

However, Bruce was not afraid at all. He just concentrated on making the Huashan starting move taught by Chen Guang.

His eyes are calm, calm and serious.

And full of murderous intent.

Alfred has been working at Wayne Manor since Bruce could remember. When his parents were busy, Alfred had always taken care of him.

It can be said that besides his parents, he is the person Bruce relies on the most...and such a close elder was killed without reason before his eyes.

The bones of Alfred's body behind him were still cold, and Bruce's eyes were extremely cold.

Now he only has one thought... to avenge Alfred!

Bruce, who is focused to the extreme, possesses the improved version of Huashan Sword Technique taught by Chen Guang, and the indestructible Water Drop Sword. These two make up for his lack of strength and experience. After all, for a genius like Bruce, he can learn the moves once.

, what he lacks is the experience of fighting against others.

But experience, to put it bluntly, when others block, you know how to change your moves; when others attack you, you know how to dodge and counterattack.

All of this is not a problem in front of the Water Drop Sword... because the opponent obviously has no means to stop the Water Drop Sword's attack.

There is no blocking to break your rhythm, and there is no intersection of weapons, so you don't need to master the knowledge of changing moves. You only need to use the swordsmanship taught by the teacher and hit once!

Siwa looked at Bruce's eyes, showed interest, smiled and said: "Not bad eyes, better than many adults I have seen."

Then, with incredible flexibility, she disappeared into the white clouds that Bruce used again like a wisp of smoke.

"It's a pity that the children's speed is still too slow."

Just when Siwa stretched out her hand to break Bruce's neck, the sound of howling wind came to her ears.

This presence was too strong and it was extremely fast. When there was no time to escape, Siwa had no choice but to give up the chance to kill Bruce and hide away.

Only this time, the trajectory of her own actions that she was forced to change was captured by Bruce.

The quiet pine trees welcome guests, indicating Bruce's passion for Siwa.

A strand of black hair fell in the air, and was blown away by the wind when Karl rushed over.

Siwa stepped back and took a step back, then touched his cheek with a sinking face, feeling warmth in his hand.

Looking down, I saw that it was fresh blood.

She didn't even feel pain at first, and it wasn't until the blood flowed out that she realized she was injured from the wet touch.

He raised his head and looked at the two children in front of him.

One was wearing sportswear and glaring at him angrily. The other was holding a reflective sword and showing off swordsmanship moves he had never seen before.

Two seven-year-old children, standing back to back, gave Siwa a strange sense of invulnerability.

Bruce felt the hot breath of Carl's burning air behind him, and an indescribable sense of security and confidence suddenly arose in his heart.

The shortcomings in speed have been made up for.

Now, they even have the advantage of strength.

Karl protected Bruce's back, not only glaring at Siwa, but also secretly wary of the Bronze Tiger not far away.

He saw the wounds on Siwa's face, his expression full of undoubted victory, and said openly to Bruce behind him: "Bruce, I can't catch that woman, you deal with her! If she dares to get close to you, I will

Grab her arms and break her legs!"

Bruce did not answer, but the grip of the sword hilt made his attitude clear.

When Tonghu saw this scene, he couldn't help but smacked his lips: "Siwa, please don't stumble in front of these two brats."

Even so, he was a little stunned in his heart.

Are all the kiddies now so strong? How old are they two? 8 or 9?

To be able to compete with Siwa...well, I can only say that this is what alien freaks are like.

Siwa said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, you come to contain that alien hybrid, and I will kill that Wayne brat within ten seconds."

As she said that, she turned back and asked with a frown: "Also, where are those losers in the army? The target is here, and they haven't come over for so long? What a bunch of losers!"

At this moment, a voice came from the hillside not far away.

"Well, I prove that they are indeed useless."

Everyone heard the sound and immediately noticed the tall man in orange and black armor.

It's just that there are holes in many places on his body, the wounds on the exposed skin have become scabbed, and the armor on his chest is almost full of craters and bullet holes.

But he was still alive, holding his carbon fiber knife in his right hand, which was covered in blood. In his left hand was a submachine gun with a grenade launcher, and the grenade magazine was empty.

"Death Knell..." Tonghu no longer had a relaxed attitude towards the two children, "Why are you here?"

Deathstroke twisted his neck, moved his shoulder blades, raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at Bronze Tiger: "Silly question, what else do mercenaries do on the battlefield besides money?"

Siwa suddenly rushed towards Karl and Bruce.

It's just that Carl's attention was diverted, but Bruce was not.

The cold light drew a bright arc in the sky.
To be continued...