After Bane appeared, he didn't speak, but the surrounding laughter gradually ceased. The faces that had just been wildly arrogant became serious and composed, as if he possessed a built-in mute aura. Although they were Bane's men, Bane was ruthless when it came to killing his own.
"You want to see me?" Bane's sharp eyes swept over Talia al Ghul and Barbara Gordon, finally settling on Jack Kadere. His voice was hoarse and chilling, sending shivers down one's spine.
Talia al Ghul looked like a delicate flower, while Barbara Gordon trembled slightly—whether from despair or anger, it was unclear. James Gordon, in the distance, raised his gun several times, wanting to rescue them, but ultimately lowered it. This was no longer just about him or Barbara Gordon; though his heart ached and he was anxious, he could not sacrifice the people behind him, or Gotham, for his daughter.
"What do you look like under your mask?" Jack Kadere looked at Bane and asked with interest. "Do you have to take it off every time you eat or drink? What if you want to kiss someone? Why don't you take off your mask and let me see?"
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Although many people were curious about what Bane looked like under his mask, no one dared to ask him directly, let alone tell him to take it off. Almost everyone looked at Jack Kadere with the eyes of someone watching a dead man. Even Barbara Gordon couldn't help but look up. Is this bastard crazy? Since you betrayed us, why are you still provoking Bane?
"Hmph."
Bane suddenly made a sound, a mix of a laugh and a snort, and lightly stroked his mask. "You want to see it? Sure, as long as you have the ability to take it off."
"I have to do it myself? How troublesome."
Jack Kadere mumbled, then released Talia al Ghul and Barbara Gordon, actually walking towards Bane as if he hadn't heard the menacing implication in his words.
Idiot. He's walking to his death.
Some people excitedly waited to see his fate, while others turned their heads slightly, unable to bear watching.
Step by step, Jack Kadere walked leisurely and easily. Standing before Bane, he looked up, bowed politely, and said with a smile, "Excuse me."
Bane's eyes were sinister, his gaze passing over Jack Kadere to Talia al Ghul. Their eyes met, and Talia al Ghul seemed startled by his gaze, suddenly lowering her head with a significant movement—which at first glance looked like a nod. Although Bane didn't know why Talia al Ghul still didn't want to reveal her identity at this point, he already knew what to do.
Watching Jack Kadere, truly oblivious to death, reach for his mask, Bane's eyes turned cruel and violent. The muscles in his thick arms seemed about to explode, his fists clenched, veins clearly visible.
The punch whistled through the air, heavy and powerful.
At such close range and with such speed, Bane was confident he could smash Jack Kadere's head to smithereens.
Even Batman, also from the League of Assassins, was no match for him and had his spine broken. Jack Kadere? Bane didn't even consider him. All he wanted to do was kill him and avenge Talia al Ghul.
Just as the punch was about to connect, Bane suddenly found Jack Kadere's figure gone from his sight. The next moment, a sharp pain shot through his chest as Jack Kadere kicked him, sending Bane stumbling back several steps.
"How is that possible?"
"How can his scrawny body have such great strength?"
Bane stomped his left foot on the ground, stabilizing himself, angrily wanting to counterattack—but Jack Kadere was gone again.
Where is he?
As Bane looked around, the people on both sides were already dumbfounded.
How… how could this be? Did they see things?
He actually kicked Bane back?
And he even… jumped into the air.
This height surely isn't something a normal person could reach, right?
"Above?"
Bane, after all, was Bane, and quickly reacted, looking up.
Under the dazzling sunlight, a figure descended from the sky.
The moment Bane attacked, Jack Kadere copied him. Combat skills could be ignored—he had already mastered all the combat skills of Catwoman, Batgirl, and Talia al Ghul. Bane's combat abilities mostly came from the League of Assassins, so there was a lot of overlap. But Jack Kadere didn't plan to master 127 combat skills like Batman. His focus was primarily on physical attributes.
Bane's strength.
Infinite Superposition—twenty times.
Twenty times the strength allowed Jack Kadere to instantly leap into the air when he pushed off the ground. Looking down at Bane, who was looking up with clenched fists, Jack Kadere smiled.
"Bane, ever heard of a Detroit Smash from the sky??"
The dazzling sunlight seemed to envelop Jack Kadere in a golden glow. As the golden light descended, Jack Kadere struck Bane's fist.
Bane's feet sank. The flagstones instantly caved in and cracked. The immense force and pressure shattered every bone in his body. His legs couldn't support his muscular frame, and he toppled forward. His fist was a mangled mess of white bone, and his arm hung limply, bent and useless.
Bang!
Bane landed face-first, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.
A gentle breeze swept by.
Under the scorching sun, seeing Bane lying on the ground, his body grotesquely twisted, and Jack Kadere standing beside him, everyone couldn't help but shiver, feeling an immense chill.
Jack Kadere's gaze swept around, and everyone he looked at lowered their heads, avoiding his eyes.
Bending down, Jack Kadere reached out and grabbed Bane by the back of his collar, lifting him up. Bane's eyes were unfocused, still filled with an expression of disbelief. He was Bane. How could he have all his bones broken by a single strike?
"The moment you attacked me, you lost," Jack Kadere said softly. He reached out, grabbed Bane's mask, and yanked it hard.
Splurt!
Blood splattered. A bloody mess.
This cruel scene made many people instinctively close their eyes, clench their mouths, and twitch slightly, as if they were the ones being torn apart, as if they felt the pain themselves.
"Looks like I pulled too hard and tore it. Never mind, I won't look." Jack Kadere mumbled, looking at Bane, who was twitching and vomiting blood like a fountain. He casually shoved the mask back onto Bane's face and let him go.
Thud.
Bane fell back to the ground.
He twitched, twitched, and then lay motionless.