"?" — Dusan.
"??" — Bane and the other.
"???" — Deathstroke.
Deathstroke turned his head, his sharp gaze staring straight at Fang Yuan.
He soon realized something was wrong: "You're not a Talon. Who are you?"
Although Fang Yuan's attire was no different from the others, the Talons were trained to be numb tools; they would never have eyes as lively as Fang Yuan's.
"I am a Talon, just started."
Fang Yuan ignored the glares of the other Talons, walked straight to the front, and pointed at Dusan on the ground: "He interviewed me!"
Deathstroke was speechless.
"Interview?"
"Do you think being a Talon is just some job you can join whenever you want?"
"I was going to refuse. After all, even though you provide room and board, you don't pay the five insurances and one fund, and you don't even have a salary," Fang Yuan said, talking nonsense while shrugging. "But hearing what you just said, I'm suddenly interested. It wouldn't be bad to just come and be your boss."
Deathstroke was sure Fang Yuan was here to cause trouble. A look of realization suddenly crossed his gloomy face, and he immediately pointed his long sword at Fang Yuan: "You're the father of Talia's son?"
Normally, Fang Yuan would have just nodded.
But a Shadow cast a wary look at him, so Fang Yuan decided to save face for the kid's real father.
He shook his head: "No, but in terms of seniority, you can call me Uncle."
Counting from Thomas, he was of Damian's grandfather's generation. If Deathstroke wanted to be Damian's father, calling him Uncle Fang was perfectly reasonable.
"?"
Deathstroke was a man of few words; he directly slashed out a question mark with his sword.
He didn't want to waste words with Fang Yuan; whoever the opponent was, he'd just cut them down first and see.
"Clang clang clang clang clang!"
Fang Yuan unsheathed a standard Talon long sword and began to parry. For the sake of fairness, he didn't use any superpowers to bully him, nor did he use his superhuman physical attributes.
What kind of opponent to face and what kind of power to use—this was the Superhero code of conduct, and the bat watching from the side was the prime example.
He could fight against superpowered criminals, and he could also fight against ordinary thugs.
It had to be said that for Deathstroke to dare rebel against Ras al Ghul, he did have some skill.
Fighting him purely with combat techniques, Fang Yuan actually quickly fell into a disadvantage; after all, he wasn't particularly skilled with cold weapons.
Deathstroke skillfully broke through Fang Yuan's defensive gaps. To avoid having his wrist hit, Fang Yuan had to drop his sword, which delighted Deathstroke.
"Die!"
Deathstroke's Katana changed course in mid-air, slashing fiercely toward Fang Yuan's head.
"Now I know why Frieza insisted on using his second and third forms when fighting Kakarot," Fang Yuan even had the heart to quip at this moment. "The feeling of giving the opponent a little bit of hope and then playing with them is quite nice."
Fang Yuan equipped the [Fighting Template]. He stepped on a wooden shield, making it bounce from the ground into his hand. Before Deathstroke could strike, he used the shield to knock the side of the Katana, causing Deathstroke's slash to go wide and leave him wide open, then Fang Yuan kicked him.
Deathstroke clutched his side and retreated in shock.
How did this person suddenly become so strong?
"So you were pretending before!" Deathstroke could only think so.
Actually, his wisest move now would be to call the Talons to charge together and overwhelm any potential threat with sheer numbers.
But Deathstroke was also a conceited man; he didn't believe he couldn't beat Fang Yuan.
"How can a wooden shield withstand my sword?"
Deathstroke snorted coldly and slashed straight at the shield in Fang Yuan's hand, looking as if he intended to cut the shield right in half.
However, Deathstroke didn't understand the significance of a shield in Captain America's hands, not to mention that Fang Yuan's [Fighting Template] included not just Captain America, but also Thomas Batman.
Fang Yuan still used normal human physical attributes, but he keenly anticipated Deathstroke's attack path. The shield didn't make direct contact with the Katana at all, still striking the side of the blade, causing Deathstroke's continuous attacks to be in vain.
Even though it was clearly just a wooden shield in Fang Yuan's hand, which should have been fragile against Deathstroke's strength and steel sword despite some reinforcement, Deathstroke simply couldn't take Fang Yuan down.
"Slade doesn't seem to be able to beat that You-Know-Who," the woman hiding nearby said to Bane. "Let's move. If Slade is defeated, we'll miss our chance!"
Bane nodded in silence but didn't act immediately, just staring intently at the field.
The woman didn't urge him; she knew Bane would always make the right decision.
They didn't wait long. As the fight went on, Deathstroke also realized something was wrong. After getting the shield, the person across from him was like a different man. Who would have thought a wooden shield could be used with such finesse?
Throwing it out to bounce a few times and then accurately hitting himself two seconds later?
Deathstroke could only say the opponent was using cheats, so he urgently changed his approach.
Fighting a losing battle continuously was a sign of a mental problem, so Deathstroke decisively chose to call for backup.
Otherwise, if he were truly beaten down, it was hard to say if the Talons' morale would waver.
He waved his sword and commanded his Talon subordinates with feigned majesty: "Playtime is over. Everyone, break through the defensive line and seize that child for me!"
The Talons immediately swarmed forward. Dusan's expression tightened, and he quickly ordered a defense, but his side was clearly outnumbered, and it looked like Deathstroke's men were about to break into the inner courtyard.
Although Fang Yuan could have stopped them, he was curious about Bane and the woman, so he didn't move for the time being.
At this moment, Bane finally moved.
He brutally knocked over several Talons, grabbed a Katana and thrust it into an enemy's throat, then grabbed another Talon, lifted him up, and delivered a vicious knee strike.
That Talon's back was clearly broken.
Fang Yuan almost laughed out loud because when Bane performed his back-breaking specialty, he clearly felt Bruce Wayne's spirit flicker.
It seemed he was feeling it personally.
"Bane?"
Deathstroke was furious: "You're actually going against me too?"
"Don't forget how much Ras al Ghul hates you. You were born to stand with me!"
"Oh, I see," Deathstroke said resentfully. "It's still for that woman!"
Hearing Deathstroke's words, Fang Yuan suddenly started slacking off again; he smelled the scent of juicy gossip.
But Bane didn't respond; he just blocked the inner courtyard gate like a door god, repelling all the Talons who tried to break in.
Deathstroke gave up his entanglement with Fang Yuan and charged toward the gate himself.
"Don't forget you've never beaten me!" he shouted.
Bane's strength was certainly impressive against the Talons, but in the eyes of someone of Deathstroke's caliber, his weakness was too prominent—that Respirator tube was his greatest constraint.
But Bane didn't panic, even as Deathstroke's sword drew near.
"I can't beat you, but he can!" Bane finally spoke his first words.
Deathstroke suddenly realized he had overlooked Fang Yuan.
He hurriedly turned his head, only to see a shield growing larger and larger.
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