msmithbooks Chapter 193, Section 90: My technology is maxed out, how can you fight me!
Chapter 193, Section 90: My technology is maxed out, how can you fight me!
Chapter 193, Section 90: My technology is maxed out, how can you fight me!
Thomas quickly bent over to dodge, his fist grazing his nose.
The opponent's speed was faster than he had imagined, but what caught his attention most was the outfit that resembled a MAX version of a bat.
He immediately thought of what Lucius had said last night.
"A member of the court commissioned a suit of armor similar to the one you're wearing from me—"
Damn it! Thomas Elliott!
The visitor was none other than Thomas.
After being almost completely overshadowed by Night Owl, he finally found the right opportunity to enter the battlefield and delivered a fierce blow to his opponent by dismantling the plane with his bare hands.
Of course, he's not only good at dismantling airplanes, but he's also a formidable fighter. His exoskeleton gives him unparalleled speed, which would make even the agile Night Owl feel inferior.
Having barely dodged two punches, Night Owl was startled by Thomas's speed and power, breaking out in a cold sweat. He desperately wanted to look around for a way to escape, but the vast difference in strength between them left him no time to spare.
No, let alone being distracted, he would have to maintain 120% concentration just to barely see Thomas's punches and kicks.
Otherwise, if he were to be hit by a punch even slightly, he would completely lose his ability to move.
On the other hand, Thomas inside the armor was almost laughing out loud. This was the first time he had turned the armor up to its maximum power, and the effect was quite satisfactory.
Like Night Owl, he couldn't keep up with the speed of the armor, but the AI's assistance made all of that no longer a problem.
Every move of Night Owl was recorded and saved within milliseconds. The AI stored and analyzed this data and fed it back to the exoskeleton control system. Rather than Thomas controlling the exoskeleton, it was more accurate to say that the exoskeleton was controlling him.
My technology is maxed out, how can you fight me!
At this moment, Night Owl was also complaining bitterly. If he had known that Lucius's research on armor had progressed to this point, he should have asked the other party to make him a new one.
Of course, it wasn't a dead end for Night Owl, since Lucius had told the two of them the weakness of Thomas's armor: the AI integrated processing chip was hidden inside the belt on the back of the armor. Theoretically, destroying that thing would be equivalent to emasculating the armor.
The problem is that, let alone getting behind Thomas, lifting his cape, and destroying the chip, Night Owl is now finding it increasingly difficult to even protect himself.
Because the AI has basically figured out his movements.
Thomas feinted with a right volley kick, forcing Night Owl to move to the left. In the instant that Night Owl overreacted, Thomas seized the opportunity, dove down and rolled behind him, and successfully tripped Night Owl with a front and back sweep kick.
The moment it fell to the ground, the night owl nimbly rolled and dodged, successfully avoiding the heavy stomp aimed at its head.
But just as he got up, Thomas's sprinting, turning kick was already aimed at his chest.
With no way to avoid the deadly attack, Night Owl could only take it with his bare arms.
The kick was incredibly powerful; the Night Owl even heard a piercing sonic boom the instant he was hit, and the dust beneath his feet was blown away by the force of the kick.
Then, the owl was sent flying backward as if it had been hit head-on by a speeding truck. At that moment, it was like a skipping stone thrown by a child, skimming across the gravel and bouncing up before finally crashing into the concrete wall in the corner.
Even with the protective suit, his forearm still suffered a comminuted fracture.
This is the power of technology.
Thomas is clearly a villain who has moved beyond low-level verbal sparring. After his victory, he not only showed no intention of making a declaration, but instead charged aggressively toward Night Owl, seemingly intending to finish him off!
At this point, Qin Wei, who had been lying in the shadows for so long, could no longer remain a bystander. He threw three batarangs at Thomas and swung down the wall on a rope.
He had just arrived at the battlefield three minutes earlier and made his own judgment after witnessing Thomas's extraordinary skills.
Even if the two of them attacked together, they definitely couldn't beat this guy. As for Lucius's claim of destroying the AI chip behind his waist, that's just a pipe dream.
Sure enough, Thomas didn't even turn around before the AI automatically detected an approaching projectile from behind. Three small chaff rounds were launched from the holes in his shoulder, colliding with the batarangs and creating fleeting sparks.
"With a set of equipment like that, it's a waste of your mother's talent not to be filming Iron Man on the other set!"
Qin Wei muttered profanities as he landed, circling around Thomas and throwing out two smoke grenades.
He intended to use the smoke as cover to rescue Night Owl, but before the smoke bomb even landed, a dark figure flashed past.
Thomas grabbed a smoke bomb in one hand and threw it back at Qin Wei.
What was originally harmless smoke bombs became baseballs thrown at full speed by this guy, and Qin Wei was like a poor sparrow flying into the game field. He bent down to dodge the first shot, but the second shot hit him right in the stomach.
boom!
The sparrow was hit, and its downy feathers exploded like fireworks in an instant.
Qin Wei knelt down, clutching his abdomen. Fortunately, he was used to putting a steel plate under his abdomen, but even so, the intense tremors still made his whole body go numb.
Thomas continued walking toward Night Owl, a terrifying man whose rhythm was not disrupted by external interference. His plan was to kill Night Owl and capture Qin Wei. Even with the second target so close at hand, nothing could shake his determination to kill Night Owl.
"Thomas!"
In desperation, Qin Wei finally used the long-lost technique of calling out one's true name.
Thomas stopped in his tracks as expected.
From dealing with Catwoman when she first arrived, to dealing with Floyd, to dealing with Deathstroke, and now with Thomas, this tactic has proven incredibly effective against the Gothamites.
After all, everyone in Gotham is a master of using pseudonyms, relying entirely on a nickname to survive in the underworld. Being suddenly called out by their real name is like being hacked while browsing the internet; surprise and fear are the basic reactions, especially for someone like Thomas Elliott who can't stand the light of day.
But fear quickly turned into anger, and Thomas suddenly turned around and charged towards Qin Wei with his toes touching the ground.
Compared to Qin Wei, who is better at boxing, Thomas is clearly a master of leg techniques.
He closed in with a Superman kick, followed by a spinning back kick as soon as he landed, then a mid-air front kick, and finished with a powerful stepping punch. Instantly, dust billowed up from the ground. Just as Qin Wei had expected, this guy's punches and kicks, aided by the exoskeleton, were ridiculously heavy. After just one hard hit, his arms were already numb from the impact.
He shook off the liquid nitrogen injector, intending to use low temperature to defeat his opponent, but just as a layer of white frost covered the surface of Thomas's armor, the patterns at the joints of the armor suddenly burst forth with red light, followed by a radiating wave of scorching heat that even Qin Wei could clearly feel.
"Bruce, it seems you already know who I am!"
Thomas finally spoke.
He could remain silent in the face of Night Owl, but when he gained the slight advantage over his lifelong rival, Bruce Wayne, the source of his jealousy, he couldn't help but wag his tail.
"Since you know that, how can you be so naive as to think I'm like those claws, afraid of this kind of thing?"
Qin Wei couldn't utter a single word. Despite wearing arm guards, his arms couldn't withstand Thomas's heavy kick.
The battle was already in grave danger, but if there was any chance of anything else, perhaps the "KGB Beast" Anatoly, who also possessed superhuman strength, could create a small opportunity for him.
Why bring that guy up all of a sudden?
Just moments ago, Qin Wei glanced over and happened to see Anatoly peeking out from the wall—he had somehow escaped from the heavy prison area and was now perched on the wall, thoroughly enjoying the fight.
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