Phantom Kid in the World of American Comics

Chapter 209: The Bullet & The Dart

Time passed second by second. 

The riddle of the statue of the nun had been breached.

   After Phantom Kid took off the statue’s hands, the red light in the nun’s eyes turned green. 

   Two minutes and seventeen seconds remained, which should be plenty of time. 

  The riddle of the noble’s statue was solved only after Kid read it a few times, then he took the western sword from the noble’s waist. 

   Finally, Phantom Kid came to the statue of the poor peasant. 

   His face turned solemn. 

   Unlike other statues, there were three poor peasant statues in total. 

   One is in the state of kneeling and offering, and the other two are carrying heavy objects on their shoulders. 

   That’s right, every poor peasant statue has a riddle engraved on it. 

   This means Kid has to come up with the answers to three riddles at the same time to open the passage. 

   He read each riddle. Beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead. 

  The two walls on the left and right are still advancing slowly, and the space for Phantom Kid to move was getting more and more limited. 

   The Riddler’s eyes narrowed, if Kid succeeded, the wall would suddenly stop, otherwise, the two walls would press together tightly. 

   Finally, the countdown ended. 

   The two walls did not stop advancing, but were completely stuck together! Could it be that Phantom Kid failed? 

   The Riddler didn’t see Kid jumping out of the wall, which means… 

   “Were you crushed to death? Such an ugly ending.” 

   On the other side, Westward Bridge. 

   When Killer Croc threw a right hook at Bane, Bane couldn’t help but grin. 

   Bain showed a speed that was uncharacteristic of his massive frame, dodging the right hook with ease and returning it to his opponent.

   “Boom!” 

   This punch gathered the strength of Bane’s whole body, and it knocked Killer Croc upside down. This latter fell heavily to the ground. 

“Oh!” 

   Since the two big men initiated the fight, most of the people on the bridge watched the battle. 

  Before, Bane was repelled by Killer Croc, which boosted the morale of the Black Mask Gang. Now Bane knocked down Killer Croc with one punch, which directly made his mercenaries cheer. 

   “I thought you were powerful, but I didn’t expect that you only had brute force. It doesn’t take much effort to deal with something like you!” 

  Bane twisted his neck and mocked Killer Croc. 

  Killer Croc has never practiced any martial arts although he has great strength. 

  Even though fighting skills were already infinitely more dispensable for his level of strength, it was only for people with weaker strength than Killer Croc. 

   If Killer Croc encounters an opponent whose strength is not inferior to him, this will become his biggest shortcoming. 

   Just like Bane at the moment. 

    As the killer crocodile was about to rise from the ground in a rage, Bain took advantage of the situation, ran up, and hit the killer crocodile right in the nose with a knee strike.

  ”Damn it!” 

  Killer Croc cursed while covering his mouth and nose, stumbling backward. 

  ”Bane, I will definitely kill you!” 

  Killer Croc opened his giant mouth, revealing his crocodile-like fangs. 

  His eyes flashed fiercely, and he charged straight at Bane. 

  Bane certainly wouldn’t be hit by such a crude attack. 

  He is in a similar situation to Killer Croc. Because of his own strength, he rarely has the opportunity to use his martial arts, even when fighting Batman. 

   Pure strength is enough to crush his enemies.

   This is the reason why, in his first encounter with Killer Croc, Bane actually chose to wrestle him head-on.

   It wasn’t until after a small loss that he realized that what he had been learning all his life had finally come into use. 

   This was the time for Bane’s skills to shine.

   However, although Killer Croc was gradually unable to keep up with Bane’s movements, he could only land one punch after receiving several others.

   But Killer Croc’s skin is too thick. When Bane’s fist hits him, it certainly does some damage. But it isn’t significant.

  Especially when hitting these scales, Bane remembered the time he used to practice by hitting walls. 

   So he can only try to choose soft parts to strike, such as the face, neck, and other weak spots, such as the groin…

   At least it was possible to inflict maximum pain on Killer Croc, whose curses could be heard throughout the bridge.

   On the other hand, once Killer Croc’s punch lands on Bane… 

   Well, it doesn’t really matter much. 

   It hurts a bit more than Bane hitting him anyway, but unfortunately, Bane’s willpower is far beyond Killer Croc’s. And no matter how many times Killer Croc’s attacks landed on Bane, this latter never made a sound.

   Fist to the flesh. 

   Broken noses, blood spilling.

   A proper battle of tough guys. 

   “That monster is your trump card against Bane?” 

   Aside, Hannibal, who was fighting Black Mask, looked at Killer Croc who was fighting Bane, and asked. 

   “The best way to deal with a big guy is to find another big guy, isn’t it?” 

   Black Mask asked rhetorically. 

   “Hehehe, you’re right, but it doesn’t look like your friend is Bane’s match.” 

  Hannibal smiled deeply. 

   “What do you think a half-man, half-crocodile monster would taste like if it was on the table, Roman Sionis?”

   “Don’t lick your lips in front of my face, you disgusting freak!” Black Mask said in disgust. 

   “Black Mask… Black Mask… Hmm, ~ Roman, I think I know which piece of you is the best to enjoy – your face!” 

   “Pang!” 

  Black Mask couldn’t bear it anymore and shot Hannibal in the head. 

   At this moment, one of his subordinates moved a few steps towards the muzzle of the gun, just to help Hannibal block the bullet. 

   On the other side, at the very edge of the bridge, a very dangerous battle is taking place there. 

  Deadshot had pistols on his left, right, a sniper rifle on his back, and a submachine gun hanging from his waist. 

   The enemy in front of him only used a katana sword and countless darts. 

   Domino, who faced Deadshot, was undoubtedly the most stressed of all. 

   That unpredictable marksmanship doesn’t look like a skill that humans can achieve. 

   No matter how much he dodged and how fast he was, Deadshot’s bullets were just able to accurately anticipate all his movements.

   The gun kata in sci-fi movies is probably nothing more than this. 

   “Pang! Pang!” 

“Boom!” 

   “Clang!” 

   Unbeknownst to him, Deadshot’s shock was far greater than Domino’s.

   He didn’t know what the shadow warrior’s darts are made of, but they can cut bullets!    

Whenever Domino couldn’t dodge a deadly shot, he would take out darts from his arms and throw them out at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye, colliding with a bullet flying in the air and splitting it in two. 

   However, just as the battle between Bane and Black Mask was starting to heat up.

   A sudden change occurred…

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