Chapter 046: Iaijutsu

These members of the League of Shadows, each trained by Ra's al Ghul to be as cold-blooded as assassins, struck with lethal intent, never knowing what it meant to show mercy.

In their eyes, whether children or the elderly, infants or beauties, they are all basically the same—there is no one they cannot kill.

So the first man struck with exceptional ferocity, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistle as it chopped toward Catwoman's head.

Catwoman yanked the rope with all her might.

The man with the rope around his neck stumbled forward, placing himself in front of the catwoman, using her as a human shield.

Yet she had gravely underestimated the cold-bloodedness of this group.

The first man, seeing his comrade used as a human shield, did not pause at all. His razor-sharp blade sliced off the other's head, and amid the spurting blood, the blade cut through the gore like a flash of silver light exploding in the night, slashing toward the Catwoman's head.

The other party's gaze remained calm, without any ripple.

As if he had just killed not his own companion, but an ant.

Such ruthlessness terrified even Catwoman. He now finally understood why everyone in the League of Shadows was insane—people like this could strike down even their own companions.

If that's not madness, what is?

She suddenly performed a backflip, dodging the first man's blade, but some strands of hair fell from midair.

At the same time, the man who had been kicked flying by the cat-woman struggled to his feet, drew his weapon, and silently walked behind her, flanking the woman from front and back.

But at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind the man, slapping him on the head.

A muffled thud rang out into the night sky, and the man didn't even let out a grunt before collapsing unconscious.

The first man, realizing he was no match for the enemy, opened his mouth to let out a roar.

But Wang Bo was faster.

He struck the first man like a bolt of lightning, and the violent force erupted in an instant, like an out-of-control tank, carrying a savage and terrifying power that sent the first man flying.

The moment the first person hit the ground, he fell into a dead faint.

The catwoman walked over to Wang Bo and complained, "Couldn't you have acted a little sooner? My head was almost chopped off by this guy."

"Don't worry, you won't fall." Wang Bo patted her shoulder to comfort her. "I believe in your strength."

Catwoman sneered a few times; she didn't believe Wang Bo's lies at all.

A man's mouth is the ghost of deception.

Wang Bo shrugged. He had indeed trusted Catwoman just now, because she had impressed him several times—this woman was even more formidable than he had imagined.

No wonder they could roam Gotham freely, become a jewel thief, and still never get caught.

"Alright, let's continue." Wang Bo moved forward.

Catwoman snorted coldly and followed.

The two then worked together and took out another five-man patrol squad.

But with two patrol squads out of contact, even a fool in the League of Shadows would know something was wrong, and they quickly realized that someone had infiltrated the factory.

A few minutes later, the Ninja Master received the news and immediately reacted, 'Immediately dispatch three teams to investigate.'

"Yes!" A man dressed in black, with only his eyes visible, nodded and walked out of the factory's abandoned workshop.

The ninja master gazed into the deep night, a smile cracking at the corner of his mouth. "Could it be you, Bruce?"

He had a premonition that the one infiltrating the factory this time was definitely his good apprentice, Bruce Wayne.

Bang!

At that moment, the Ninja Master suddenly felt a fist slam violently into his back, the immense force sending him flying off the workshop stairs.

But in the moment of falling, the ninja master reacted and executed a ukemi—a breakfall technique.

This is one of the basic techniques of judo.

Simply put, it is the technique of using inertia to adjust one's posture when losing balance and about to fall due to an opponent's attack, thereby reducing the impact, avoiding injury on rocky or uneven ground, and quickly regaining one's stance for movement.

Techniques like rolling sideways to stand up, rolling backward to stand up, and, strictly speaking, the 'carp leap' are also forms of ukemi.

As a ninja master, he had long been battle-hardened. The moment he landed, he neutralized the impact, rolled on the ground, and immediately stood up, smoothly placing his hand on the hilt of his blade.

"Bruce, it's you, isn't it."

The ninja master assumed the stance of iai, his ears twitching as if listening for something.

But he heard nothing.

Neither footsteps nor heartbeat.

This surprised him greatly—just moments ago, as a master who had trained in ninjutsu and martial arts for many years, he was confident that no one in this world could approach him unnoticed.

But now, someone had done it.

Not only had someone approached him, but even swung a fist and struck his body before he could react.

This is simply unbelievable.

Could there really be such a master in this world?

But his intuition told him that the one who struck was no master, but his own apprentice Bruce.

But this was what the Ninja Master could not understand: when had Bruce become so formidable? He admitted that Bruce was the most talented student he had ever taught.

But this student shouldn't be so powerful that he couldn't even hear the other's footsteps.

Bang!

The second attack came, still silent and soundless. The ninja master felt someone kick him in the waist, and the immense force sent him rolling away involuntarily.

But just as he rolled away, the Ninja Master launched a counterattack, slashing out with a lightning-fast blade.

Then, it seemed he struck some kind of metal, scraping out a series of sparks.

The ninja master saw that the man who had kicked him away was a person wearing an outlandish costume.

But this person vanished into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

"It really is you, Bruce!"

After rolling several times, the Ninja Master stood up against the wall, which at least prevented him from being attacked from both front and back. The pain coming from his waist made him break out in a cold sweat.

But the Ninja Master's demeanor remained composed, unhurried.

"Bruce, you disappoint me." His gaze shifted, as if searching for the figure of Batman. "You used some ability to eliminate your own heartbeat, your breathing, even your footsteps, like a ghost, appearing and disappearing mysteriously."

"I guess this must be a superpower."

"You must have made a deal with the new master of the Falcone family, and he gave you this kind of superpower."

“You once said you would fight crime, but now you are in league with criminals.”

"You have indeed fallen into darkness, Bruce."

“You……”

The ninja master was about to say something, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly drew his blade toward the eleven o'clock direction ahead, unleashing a lightning-fast iai slash that cut through the air.