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At that moment, Zartan and the others deeply understood a harsh truth:
An ordinary person cannot destroy someone with extraordinary abilities. Only another extraordinary person can.
Firefly and storm shadow were already among the strongest of humans.
With their bodies slightly enhanced and wielding advanced weapons supplied by the Cobra organization, they could be considered "half-extraordinary."
But even as masters of their craft, they couldn't survive a single round against Batman and his team.
It was terrifying.
No wonder terrorist organizations rooted in the dark world for decades devoted so much effort to dealing with Batman.
And now, Zartan and the others realized just how gravely they had underestimated him. The entire Cobra organization had underestimated Batman.
Crack!
Suddenly, the sound of the ground splitting pulled Zartan's attention.
Behind the burning wreckage of the plane, a towering figure emerged from the shadows, tearing through the darkness like a claw.
The figure crushed the airport tarmac beneath him, exploding forward with terrifying speed—like an arrow loosed from a bow—hurtling straight toward Batman.
Whoosh!
The figure moved like a predator, its speed akin to that of a charging cheetah. In the blink of an eye, it bypassed cyborg and Green Arrow, closing in on Batman.
Boom!
The metallic arm of the attacker swung forward, creating a deafening explosion in the air. The sheer force of the punch compressed the surrounding air, forming a shockwave.
It was the Winter Soldier.
Zartan's eyes lit up with a spark of hope as he watched the Winter Soldier attack.
"Finally! He's making his move," Zartan thought, his heart racing. If anyone could turn the tide, it was the Winter Soldier.
Storm shadow , watching from the side, felt a similar surge of expectation. Years ago, when he was just starting out, the Winter Soldier had nearly killed him.
That encounter had haunted his nightmares ever since.
The memory of that battle was still vivid, a chilling reminder of the Winter Soldier's lethality.
Now, like Zartan, storm shadow silently prayed that the Winter Soldier's attack would shift the balance in their favor, or at least give them a chance to escape.
"Ha," Green Arrow sneered as he observed Zartan's hopeful expression.
Not far away, Cyborg saw the change in storm shadow's eyes and smirked.
"You people," cyborg said, his voice laced with disdain. "You just don't know when to give up."
Storm shadow , trained as a ninja and fluent in multiple languages, immediately understood the meaning behind cyborg's words. A chill ran through him as he caught the scorn in cyborg's tone.
In front of him, the Winter Soldier launched his attack. His metal arm, like a hammer weighing tens of thousands of pounds, hurtled toward Batman with destructive intent.
Anton, standing as Batman, remained unfazed. His expression didn't change, but a faint hint of sarcasm flickered in his eyes.
He had already anticipated the Winter Soldier's move.
In fact, Anton had identified the Winter Soldier long ago.
When the Batwing had fired upon the Cobra organization's plane, Anton had been watching closely.
The moment the Winter Soldier jumped out of the crashing aircraft, Anton had confirmed his true identity.
Bucky Barnes, the best friend of Captain America, is the Winter Soldier, brainwashed and controlled by Hydra.
Boom!
At the moment of the flash fire, under the gaze of the audience, Batman threw his fists and clashed head-on with the Winter Soldier.
The heavy, muffled sound resonated. The shocking air wave seemed to set off ripples, swelling in all directions.
Click! Click!
The ground beneath Anton's feet cracked instantly, leaving two small holes. This shows just how incredible the strength of the two fighters is when they collide.
The Winter Soldier wasn't surprised to see his fist blocked. He powered up and continued to attack.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two exchanged blows. Anton didn't show mercy to the Winter Soldier simply because he was Captain America's comrade-in-arms.
The Winter Soldier was just an executioner with blood on his hands.
His past may deserve sympathy, but as an enemy now, Anton wouldn't waste his time trying to save him.
The Winter Soldier's metal arm is extremely lethal. He has been transformed by Hydra multiple times and possesses the characteristics of someone with extraordinary abilities.
Unfortunately for him, he ran into Anton.
Anton wore the Arkham Knight armor, which was on par with Iron Man's suit in terms of technology.
Combined with his grandfather's physical prowess, which was at the human limit, Anton was never weaker than the Winter Soldier—he was only stronger.
After all, with the Winter Soldier's strength and physical capabilities, facing Anton's armor made him completely outclassed.
They fought for a while, and after only a few blinks, the Winter Soldier began to find it troublesome.
But Anton grew more confident. With a knee strike, he forced the Winter Soldier back a few steps, then stepped forward and grabbed his hair.
Fighting and pretending to be cool, isn't this waiting for someone to overwhelm him? Immediately, Anton thought, I'll turn you into the same hairstyle as Coulson!
Anton sneered and yanked hard.
The Winter Soldier let out a sharp pain from his scalp, his head feeling empty. He didn't need to touch it to know his head was already bloody.
Tick. Tick.
The blood ran down his cheeks, dripping to the ground. With his cold gaze, he looked like a demon from hell.
Unfortunately for him, the devil had met Anton. To the bad guys, Batman was certainly a more terrifying character than any demon.
"Forget it!" Anton waved his hand. "I'm too lazy to keep fighting with you... Tonight's business ends here!"
Whoosh!
As soon as Anton finished speaking, Wonder Woman, who had understood his intention, turned into a flash of lightning.
She rushed forward, like a locomotive speeding down a railroad track, and hit the Winter Soldier hard.
Boom!
The Winter Soldier had no resistance. His body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing directly into the burning plane.
Boom!
The plane exploded again, its cabin severed. The explosion tore the entire plane apart, scattering it into several pieces.
The Winter Soldier was in the center of the explosion, surrounded by the wreckage of the burning plane.
"What?" Storm shadow and Zartan were dumbfounded. The audience was silent. Only the "crackling" sound of the burning wreckage of the plane reverberated in their ears.
How could they have imagined that the Winter Soldier, whom they had placed high hopes on, was actually like the fireflies from before—knocked down by the enemy without the strength to fight back?
Especially Storm Shadow. The Winter Soldier he had high hopes for was like a child looking for an adult to fight. He played no role at all and fell faster than him.
"He..." storm shadow couldn't believe it, muttering to himself, "Is he really that Winter Soldier?"
Boom!
The next moment, Cyborg punched him down.
Then, looking at Storm Shadow figure lying on the ground, he clapped his hands. "This guy feels weird. He also likes to wear a white suit. Do you like men?"
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