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Chapter 119 Little Jie Bird's Growth Diary

Chapter 119 Little Jie Bird's Growth Diary (Part 2)

Jason's academic career was not ideal.

I mean, his initial mentor was the famous Batman, who had so many abilities that it could almost fill an entire chapter.

But Jason died halfway through.

He was beaten to death with a crowbar.

After being resurrected, she welcomed her second teacher.

Egon, a hired mercenary assassin.

As a result, they didn't even spend a single day together.

Jason stabbed him to death.

Feeling sorry for this scumbag... Feeling sorry for him my ass, he died a glorious death!

Jason thought he was just not naturally suited to working with mentors, and then he met his third mentor.

Deathstroke, feared by all assassins.

Bruce had told him which figures he should avoid fighting if possible.

This naturally includes the death knell.

Fortunately, the other person is currently his teacher.

Otherwise, I would really die a terrible death.

Even though he died a terrible death last time.

I mean, you know that.

crowbar~

"Drink!"

Deathstroke slightly raised his hand, blocking Jason's knee strike.

At the same time, with a light kick of his right leg, he knocked the inexplicably resurrected Robin Bird to the ground.

"Although I don't know how you crawled out of hell, since they paid me, I will play the role of an excellent mentor."

The death knell gave Jason ample time to get up; he looked like a wealthy tourist, relaxed and at ease.

The phrase "leisurely and refined" could almost be used to describe how he was dealing with the angry state of the little bird that the bat had raised and then brought back to life.

Deathstroke simply sidestepped and dodged the attack once again.

Then he kicked Jason in the butt, and Jason fell face-first into the shit.

Looking at the other person's raised buttocks, Deathstroke subconsciously compared them to someone else's.

He shook his head upon reaching his conclusion.

"Out of ten points, I give it nine and a half. The movements are standard."

"It's like a real puppy eating shit. The 0.5 points deducted are for your dad being a lunatic like Batman, and for not having Grayson's ass."

Jason braced himself on the ground with both hands, trying to get up.

But the next moment, his raised head was stomped back to the ground by tactical boots.

"You get angry too easily, and anger will turn you into a fool."

Deathstroke loosened his grip, took a step back, and gave Jason another chance to catch his breath.

If looks could kill, Jason would want to tear this top assassin to pieces!

Jason wiped his slightly dirty face, protesting, "That sounds nice, but you were just playing me the whole time!"

Deathstroke's last remaining eye rolled its head back.

"Have you ever seen an adult actually fight with a child? Of course, your Grayson is an exception; he's an adult."

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Deathstroke crouched down and stretched out his hand.

Looking at the outstretched hand, Jason hesitated for a long time before finally reaching out.

He regretted it as soon as he got on the bus.

I still regret it so much!!!

Click!

His arm was slightly turned by the death knell and immediately dislocated!

"Ugh!"

The unexpected encounter caused a few beads of sweat the size of soybeans to immediately appear on Jason's face.

Deathstroke said calmly, "Lesson number two: always be skeptical of others' kindness. I guess Batman didn't teach you that, did he?"

Fuck you!

Jason rolled over and lay on the ground, reaching for his dislocated arm with his other hand. With a quick snap, the dislocated bone was instantly put back in place.

He had just finished cursing when he was punched in the face again, leaving him dazed.

Lesson Three: Never insult a teacher who could kill you at any moment.

"you...

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Jason swallowed the profanity, his tone dripping with annoyance: "You didn't even give me the first lesson!"

Deathstroke paused, then asked, "Didn't I say that?"

Another punch was thrown.

Deathstroke rested his fingers on his chin, as if deep in thought.

"No, I should have said... oh right, anger. You need to stay clear-headed at all times. Excessive emotions will turn you into a fool."

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Jason finally understood what Talia meant when she said he couldn't get any satisfaction from it!

He is stronger than the average person.

But what if you're facing someone comparable to Batman, or even someone on the same level as Batman?

That would truly be a case of the cat encountering the tiger.

"you""

"Wow! You beat my little Jay bird so badly!"

A black raven suddenly appeared on his shoulder, and Deathstroke's fingers instantly rested on a military knife at his waist.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I am a crow that can speak human language."

"I've heard so much about you."

"Hey, Ya Ya is still quite low-key."

Oz flapped his wings, somewhat surprised by the arrival of Deathstroke.

"Let me tell you, your cousin hit me with his truck!"

"Really? Then why didn't he kill you?"

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Suddenly, the crow on his shoulder pulled out a large wooden stick from somewhere and slammed it down on the bell's metal helmet with a loud clang.

Deathstroke looked like Tom Cat from the cartoon who had been hit by a rock, his head drooping.

"You... I'll call him and ask him to come out, then I'll beat him up."

When Deathstroke saw the giant hammer hanging over his head, he immediately changed his tune.

A strange crow.

Magical creatures?

But why is my own armor...?

Forget it, if he really wanted to die, he would have been dead long ago.

Besides, this crow knows that dead cousin, so it's probably not someone to mess with.

Deathstroke glanced at Jason, who had gotten up.

It seems that the crow knows the other party.

interesting.

Bats like robins, and robins like crows?

"Out of ten points, I would give it nine and a half. The 0.5 points deducted were not given by myself."

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The crow handed Deathstroke his own large wooden weapon.

Jason:

"Oz! Whose side are you on?"

Before he could finish speaking, Deathstroke struck a perfect, fluid, and precise pose, like a golf tee shot.

A hammer blow landed on Jason's chin, sending him flying.

A long, gliding shadow appeared on the ground in the spacious training area.

"Good crow."

"Good cousin."

The sight of the man and the bird bumping fists made Talia, who was observing from above the training room, burst out, "Is that how you help?! Oz!"

Ya Ya shrank back, saying, "Little Jie Bird is yours now. Don't break him! I'm going to find Lei Xiao to play with antiques. Bye!"

With a bang, Oz vanished.

Deathstroke shrugged, and the mallet that had been in his palm vanished the moment the other disappeared.

Without turning his head, he waved to a wall behind him, as if to tell Talia, who was observing, that he knew what was important.

Deathstroke walked a few steps away from Jason, crossed his arms, and the straps behind his head moved automatically without wind.

The tall shadow disappeared over Jason's body.

"Lesson 4, Little Bird, when you try to lure the enemy forward by feigning weakness, you need to slow down your breathing a bit more."

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Jason sprang to his feet with a swift movement, getting into a fighting stance, showing no signs of his previous unconscious state.

To be honest, this mentor...

He liked it very much.

He's much better than that previous piece of crap, Egon.

Jason was certain he was going to suffer a lot in the time that followed.

But it's okay.

All of this is worthwhile.

Because he can really learn something from the other person.

Sometimes, a title can prove someone's worth.

Like a rising star in Metropolis, a superman, an existence beyond the ordinary.

Like the legend of Gotham, Batman.

And the death knell.

A simple sentence is enough.

For example..

For whom does the bell toll?

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