American comic world demon hunter

At eleven o'clock that night, Dante sat in front of a table in the dark underground. On the table were dozens of Desert Eagles and a bottle of viscous blood.

Dante held a carving knife in his hand. He dipped the tip of the knife into the blood and soaked it for a while. Then he picked up the carving knife and carved on the sand eagle in his hand.

Dante was extremely strong and the carving knife was very hard. With the continuous movements of his hands, the sand eagle was gradually covered with beautiful patterns. Of course, Dante was not an elf, so these patterns were not for beauty.

Bruce, wearing a tight suit, walked down the elevator, followed by Alfred.

"Teacher, I'm ready" Bruce walked up to Dante and said.

"Well, then you go and exercise. I just brought all the weights down. As for you, while my blood is still flowing in your body, hurry up and test the limits of your current body. In the next year, what are you doing now? Your ability is your ultimate goal.”

Dante said without raising his head, all his energy was focused on the gun in his hand.

After listening to Dante's words, Bruce walked aside silently, first tied the 500 kilogram dumbbells together, and then started doing pull-ups with these dumbbells between his legs. Alfred looked at this in shock. Everything, including 500 kilograms of dumbbells, Bruce actually sandwiched them and did more than 800 pull-ups in a row.

After reaching 1,000, Bruce jumped off the horizontal bar. He carried more weight and started bench pressing, deadlifting, running with weights, squatting, and then continued the cycle.

Alfred didn't know how to look at Dante. Last night, Dante followed Bruce to the underground cave without saying a word. Then, he silently moved down the equipment and daily necessities. After that, he just He made a request, that is, he wanted a lot of Desert Eagle pistols, and he actually only wanted the guns but not the bullets.

Dante carefully played with the gun in his hand. What he carved on the gun was the magic runes from the previous universe era. It was mainly used to absorb his own magic power, concentrate it and shoot it out.

This is not as simple as imagined. The surface area of ​​the pistol is much smaller than the hand crossbow Dante once used. Dante must redesign the pattern to maximize the power of the pistol while minimizing the runes.

Dante's idea is that these magic guns can be fired at least two thousand times, and each bullet has armor breaking, explosion, slow curse, and bleeding effects.

Now it's time for the results of Dante's experiments to come out.

Dante crossed Bruce and walked aside, holding two newly made magic guns in his hands. He placed an iron pillar a hundred meters away and Dante started shooting.

The two guns continued to shine. Dante first stood and shot, then moved to shoot, jumped to shoot, rolled to shoot, and floated to shoot. Not a single shell case fell on the ground, but Dante's magic power continued to drain.

"boom"

There was a loud noise, and Dante stumbled violently. Alfred looked over nervously, and he saw Dante's pistol explode.

"How is it?" Alfred asked hurriedly, and Dante shook his head depressedly.

"The material is not good. These metals cannot withstand too much magic power. I just fired a total of 3,164 rounds of bullets. On average, a gun can only shoot less than 2,000 rounds. The quality is really poor. "

Dante said as he walked to the target. He saw that the solid steel column was in tatters. The power made Dante nod.

"The power is better than expected, but it's just not comparable to the hand crossbow I once had. Maybe I should look for some precious metals to make a pistol."

After Dante finished speaking, he nodded. He threw the damaged remains in his hands into the trash can, and then walked to Bruce. At this time, Bruce was doing push-ups with a weight of 500 kilograms on his back.

"How many?" Dante asked.

"Seven hundred and ninety-two"

"Make it a thousand, and then we'll start sparring."

After Dante finished speaking, he turned back to the table, picked up a stack of metal pieces engraved with magic patterns, and came to Alfred.

"This is the induction circle I made last night. It is not only engraved with magic patterns, but also dripping with my blood. I hope you can put these things in Gotham City."

Dante said as he showed Alfred a piece of sensor.

"Every piece of metal can detect the aura of demons within a radius of one kilometer. My blood will allow me to get the results of their detection as soon as possible. In a city like Gotham, there must be demons hiding. I want to collect all the demons." The areas where the demons move are marked, and then they are all captured at the right time."

After Dante finished speaking, he placed the metal in Alfred's arms, and then said: "By the way, I also need some hard metal, the harder the better."

"No problem" Alfred nodded and said: "I can buy some vibranium. If you have heard of Captain America, then you should know how hard this metal is, but it will take a while."

Dante heard the words and nodded, so Alfred left holding the demon detector.

At this time, Bruce had also done a thousand push-ups.

Dante walked over, patted Bruce's strong shoulders and back and said: "The power my blood brings to you will disappear around eight o'clock tomorrow night. During this period, your power will increase greatly. You will not be tired, and even if you are injured, you can heal quickly. I decided to seize this period of time to teach you to feel the anger in your body and use it reasonably."

As soon as Dante finished speaking, he grabbed Bruce's neck with his right hand, lifted him up and threw him violently. Bruce flew more than four meters.

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Just hit the wall.

"I can see that you have learned some fighting before, or that you have a little foundation, but this is not enough."

Dante rushed to Bruce and kicked Bruce in the stomach, causing Bruce to groan in pain.

"Remember this pain, remember your body's natural reaction when you are hit, you have to remember the pain, and at the same time change your instinct to welcome the pain."

Dante lifted Bruce up from the ground and slammed his knee into Bruce's chest.

"After tomorrow night, I can't be so cruel to you casually, it may make you die, so today will be your Good Friday."

Dante held Bruce's hair and punched Bruce in the face. Bruce kept bleeding, but there was no begging for mercy in his eyes, only perseverance.

"When I hit the sixth punch, your eyes blinked unnecessarily. This is the first time you have been attacked more than six times in a row. It seems that all the enemies you have encountered before are weak enemies."

Dante finally pressed Bruce's head hard to the floor. Bruce's face rubbed against the ground, and countless blood flowed out.

"Does it hurt? Just scream out if it hurts. If it doesn't hurt, then stand up for me."

Dante threw Bruce to the ground. He watched Bruce get up quickly from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Your teachings are really direct." Bruce smiled with difficulty. He seemed to understand the anger Dante was talking about.

"This is how I learned this skill from my master," Dante said as he took off his shirt and threw it aside. He was as shirtless as Bruce and jumped on the spot twice.

"Anger is not anger. It is wrong to regard anger as the source of anger. Anger can also be called blood. It comes from your heart. When your heartbeat speeds up and the blood flow speed also speeds up to a certain level, you will They will have this kind of power, but most people can only feel or passively use them, but cannot actively control them."

Dante said as he rushed in front of Bruce. This time he did not use extraordinary strength, so Bruce's forearm blocked the punch. The two punched and kicked, but Dante knocked Bruce down with the sixteenth punch. On the ground

"Now because of my blood, you already have enough blood. Feel it, feel the taste of it flowing in your blood. When you lose the bonus of my blood, you can rely on the memories left now to capture Observe the emergence of your own blood and control it reasonably."

Dante watched Bruce get up from the ground, and once again tripped Bruce to the ground with only seven punches and five kicks.

"What you have to do now is, don't rely on your eyes to decide your defense and attack, rely on instinct to handle it all. Your eyes can only look at me. When I make moves, rely on instinct to choose attack moves instead of It never makes sense to see clearly where my fist hits you, and then choose to fight back by striking first. When your speed already allows you to strike first, why don't you strike first."

Bruce was once again hit in the soft ribs by Dante and fell to the ground. Even if his injuries recovered quickly with the help of Dante's blood, the pain was still unavoidable. However, Bruce seemed to feel no pain and completed the job meticulously. defensive and offensive actions.

"Use the softer parts of your body to attack the enemy's harder parts, and use your harder parts to attack the enemy's softer parts. Don't fight head-on with the hard, that's the most irrational behavior, let alone the soft-touch, then Meaningless"

As Dante spoke, he pushed Bruce's chin hard with his palm. Bruce's brain felt dizzy, and then he was punched in the Adam's apple by Dante, and he fell down in embarrassment.

"In actual combat, when you fall, it usually determines your victory or defeat. Today we have been sparring for eight hours. Your goal is not to defeat me, but not to fall."

Dante kicked Bruce's left calf. The moment Bruce raised his knee to defend, Dante's calf swung around Bruce's left leg and kicked Bruce's right thigh hard. Bruce swayed in pain. After a while, he stood still with difficulty.

"That's it." Dante applauded: "No matter how difficult it is, as long as you stand, you have a chance. If you fall, you can only hope that your opponent will be careless. Ground skills are only suitable for use in competitions, even if you The enemy holds a knife in his hand. He will stab the knife into your heart the moment you fall. What are you going to do at that time? Hold his arm and wrestle with him. Bruce, life is not a movie."

Dante's legs attacked frequently, and Bruce couldn't defend completely even with his hands and feet. But this time, he staggered and stood there, and Dante nodded slightly.

"This is just the beginning. It seems that you have the will to fight and some talent. But what I need is not talent, but the strength that matches your talent."

Dante taught Bruce a lesson with punches and kicks. If he wanted to learn a stronger, more reasonable and better fighting technique, he must experience the effect of this kind of fighting, experience the feeling of being hit and subdued by this kind of fighting technique, and experience him. Only by understanding the feelings of future enemies can he improve his skills faster.

This kind of sparring lasted for a full four hours. At the end of the bare-handed fighting training, Bruce had almost no skin left on his body. His eyes were almost filled with blood, but there was still a fearless and determined look in his pupils. This His gaze did not change even when Dante pointed a knife at him.

Of course Dante won't kill him, but weapons training is about to begin.

In the early morning, when Alfred came down with the meal, he saw Bruce standing in a pool of blood. Four of his fingers were missing, half of the sole of his left foot was missing, and there were stab wounds all over his body, but he still Standing there, he really wanted to die, but the more he was like this, the more he had to stand up straight, because he was Bruce, Bruce Wayne