Chapter 37: Rising Batman
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Gotham City.
Thunder and lightning flashed across the sky, and torrential rain poured down.
Against the dark night sky, the shadow of the bat hanging in the air was particularly striking.
Bang!
The ground shattered, and Clark fell from the sky.
He turned his head to look at Batman, who was wearing the bat armor, and slowly turned to walk over.
"I didn't come here to fight you; I just want to..."
Whoosh——!
Before he finished speaking, the ultrasonic devices on both sides suddenly activated, and the high-frequency sound waves caused the surrounding air to produce violent vibrations and intense pressure.
Clark already felt uncomfortable; he barely managed to control his body and forcefully lifted the manhole cover beneath his feet.
With a slight exertion of his hands.
Bang!
The manhole cover was split in half by him and thrown toward the ultrasonic devices on both sides.
Bang! Bang!
Crisp impact sounds came over, and the ultrasonic devices on both sides sparked, having been destroyed by the manhole covers.
He continued walking toward Batman, wanting to explain his purpose, but Bruce did not give him the chance.
An artillery shell flew over, and Clark instinctively caught it with his hand.
Bang!
Dark green gas instantly diffused, and almost simultaneously, Clark felt his body fall into a state of weakness, even beginning to experience a sense of dizziness.
Seeing that the Kryptonite smoke grenade took effect, Batman Bruce also set his mind at ease.
I want to prove that you Kryptonians are not gods!
You too will eventually be defeated by humans!
Looking at Clark, who had fallen into a weakened state, Bruce immediately leaped forward...
Within the Upper East Side, Manhattan, Kal-El's Manor.
"Ah!"
Lois suddenly clutched her chest.
"What's wrong with you?"
Diana on the side stepped forward, put her hand on her shoulder and asked with concern, and Martha also looked over.
"I feel like something bad is going to happen, something is going to happen to Clark. Where is he?"
She was somewhat flustered, grabbing Diana's arm and asking eagerly.
Diana turned her head to look at Martha, finding that Martha was also waiting for her answer.
She didn't want to hide it from them either; as long as she went along as well, she wouldn't give Luthor an opportunity to exploit.
"He should be in Gotham!"
Lois immediately dashed out the door, and Marthainstinctively followed.
Lois suddenly turned her head.
"Martha, wait for us at home. I promise you, I will definitely bring Clark back safely."
Martha also knew this was for her own safety, so she had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Middle East.
Bang!
The thug leader, Scarface, watched helplessly as his subordinates turned into blood mists one by one, the look of fear in his eyes growing increasingly intense.
His remaining few subordinates had also collapsed by now, throwing down the weapons in their hands and fleeing in all directions.
Their psychological defense line had been breached, and the blood mist staining their bodies carried an inescapable smell of blood.
This scent used to be their favorite; they enjoyed their slaughter feast, and the smell of blood was merely a seasoning to add to their excitement.
But when this smell of blood emanated from their own corpses, they began to feel instinctive fear.
They didn't want to die; they suddenly discovered that they weren't so fearless after all.
They still had money and hadn't enjoyed enough yet.
They abandoned the weapons in their hands, which were merely a burden for their escape.
But they clearly did not have the strength to escape from Superman.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
With a few more explosive sounds, four blood mists appeared almost simultaneously in a straight line.
They only felt their bodies expand in an instant, and without even letting out a scream, they thus turned into nutrients for this land.
In a way, they were lucky and should thank Superman's mercy.
The merciful Superman did not torture them and did not give them too much pain.
In front of Kal-El's high-speed impact, they didn't even feel a trace of pain.
Kal-El walked straight toward the remaining leader, Scarface, on the battlefield, leaving behind clusters of blood mist that lingered for a long time.
"This man, he is slaughtering madly!"
He shouldn't be Superman; he is a demon from hell.
Looking at Superman walking straight toward him, the leader Scarface instinctively bit his tongue to wake himself up.
The man in front of him remained unhurried, his battle suit still as neat as ever, without a single speck of blood staining it.
His expression remained calm, like an aristocratic figure elegant to the absolute extreme.
But Scarface, having witnessed everything, deeply knew the terror of the man before him.
His footsteps kept moving backward, trying his utmost to maintain the final distance between himself and Superman.
"You demon, don't come over! Don't come over!"
Immense fear overwhelmed him; the process of awaiting death was too agonizing, so he could only use shouting to distract his attention.
He racked his brain frantically, thinking of various escape plans, but all of them were rejected without exception.
No matter how he escaped, Superman was a problem that could not be bypassed.
Suddenly, a flash of joy crossed his face.
He had collected intelligence on Superman and knew that Superman rarely killed, even when facing criminals.
Because Superman would more often hand these criminals over to the justice of the law.
He knew he had finally grasped the last straw to save his life.
"I surrender, I accept the trial of the law! You are Superman, a superhero; you cannot take the law into your own hands, nor can you kill me!"
He reached out his hand, wanting to stop Superman from continuing to approach.
Kal-El paid no attention; the words the other party spoke were practically laughable.
He didn't kill those criminals because they generally still had value, hadn't offended him, and their crimes weren't severe.
But the Scarface before him was obviously not among them; Kal-El could not possibly let him go just because of the provocation during the live broadcast earlier.
"If the law cannot punish you, then let me sentence you to death in place of God!"
Kal-El's figure flashed, and his entire person instantly vanished in Scarface's eyes.
When he reappeared, he was already before Scarface, pressing one hand onto Scarface's head.
"Ah——!"
Pain! Excruciating pain!
Pain deep into the soul!
This excruciating pain felt like it was going to tear him apart.
"Ah——!"
Bang!
With a muffled thud, Scarface's body knelt on the ground, and everything above his shoulders completely vanished.
A head with a tail in mid-air still had its eyes wide open.
Bang!
It heavily slammed to the ground and rolled a few times, blood staining the ground red.
This farce was over.
Kal-El was just about to turn and leave when the little girl he had just saved ran out again.
"Uncle, thank you for beating those bad guys to death!"
Kal-El was somewhat surprised.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
His fighting style just now was extremely violent, and the bloody scenes were unacceptable to many adults; he hadn't expected this little girl to remain calm without changing expression, as if ignoring all of this.
"I'm not afraid. Uncle is a good person, and they are bad people!"
Kal-El nodded, then turned his head to look at this dilapidated town.
"Since you have no family left, if you are willing, I can take you to the United States, send you to the best orphanage, and provide you with the best education."
Tears pooled in the girl's eyes, her voice crisp and clear.
"Thank you, Uncle!"
On the other side in Gotham City, the battle was still ongoing.
Bruce kicked Clark away with one foot, leaped high and landed heavily, slamming his entire weight fiercely onto Clark's chest.
Bang!
The stone slabs below could not withstand this heavy blow and shattered with a response, and the two of them penetrated the stone slabs and fell down.
Before Clark could crawl up, Bruce immediately stepped forward and hoisted Clark up.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One punch!
Two punches!
Three punches!
Punch after punch smashed heavily onto Clark's face, yet Clark was completely powerless to fight back.
Gradually, he suddenly noticed that the tactile sensation coming from his hands was wrong, as if his fists were striking a hard steel statue.
Bruce raised his head and launched another heavy punch, but Clark showed not the slightest reaction, only looking at him quietly without changing expression.
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Oh no, the Kryptonite effect has worn off!
Chapter 38: Will You Bleed?
He calmly took two steps back and extended his hands, wanting to call a timeout.
"Everyone take a break, eat some food, and drink some tea, let me prepare some Kryptonite and then we can fight again."
But Clark, who had been thoroughly angered by the fight, had no intention of stopping; he wanted to beat Batman up severely so that he could calmly stop and listen to him speak.
Until now, he still didn't believe Batman would actually kill him.
He suddenly tackled Batman, the immense force crushing the concrete floor beneath Batman, and the two tumbled downstairs once again.
His body soared into the air, lunging toward Bruce once again, attempting to tackle Batman.
"Bang!"
A familiar scene repeated itself.
A Kryptonite smoke grenade detonated on his chest once again.
Clark could feel the strength he had just recovered rapidly fading away once more.
Seeing Clark struck by Kryptonite again, Bruce decided to stop wasting time.
With a flying kick to Clark's chest, Clark's body shattered the wall and flew backward, crashing heavily into the open space outside.
Bruce took out the Kryptonite spear.
He extended his foot and forcefully stepped on Clark's neck, dragging the Kryptonite spear across Clark's face and leaving a shocking bloody gash.
Fresh blood trickled down his face; only then did Clarktruly feel Batman's murderous intent.
Bruce aimed the Kryptonite spear at Clark's chest.
"You are not brave. Men are brave."
"I don't want to fight you, I just want to apologize to you!"
Clark managed to force out these words with difficulty, but Bruce didn't understand Clark's meaning and remained unmoved.
He slowly tightened his grip on the Kryptonite spear in his hand, his eyes ice-cold as he looked at Clark.
Kal-El hovered above Gotham, Heat Vision already primed within his eyes.
"Bruce, don't blame me."
Just as the spear in Bruce's hand was about to press down, a woman rushed over and blocked in front of Clark.
It was Lois, who had just arrived.
"Please, don't!"
"He just wants to apologize to you and clear up the previous misunderstanding."
Lois looked at Batman, her eyes filled with pleading.
She pressed closely against Clark's front, shielding the space between the spear and Clark.
Bruce's eyes flickered uncertainly.
He hadn't expected that a Kryptonian could possess love just like humans, possessing human emotions.
Looking at Clark beneath his feet and Lois blocking in front of Clark, he suddenly didn't know whether he should still strike.
The atmosphere grew stagnant; Bruce sensed a trace of an unusual aura, as the surroundings seemed far too quiet.
He slowly raised his head to look at the sky, discovering that Superman in a black suit was hovering in mid-air looking at him, his eyes devoid of a shred of emotion.
"Batman, you've gone too far!"
Kal-El's eye sockets were completely crimson, and the temperature of the beams was still rising.
"Boom——!"
Two high-temperature beams instantly spewed forth from his eyes, shooting straight toward Batman, who was holding the Kryptonite spear.
"Not good!"
Superman's Heat Vision carried a destructive aura; once touched, with his human physique, he would definitely be cut directly in half.
Seeing Kal-El's eye sockets turn red, Bruce promptly sensed trouble and quickly leaped toward a nearby cover, immediately following up with a roll upon landing to hide behind a concrete wall.
Kal-El's Heat Vision swept across following him.
"Bang!"
"Boom——!"
The wall was directly cut into two neat sections right down the middle by the Heat Vision.
Bruce clung tightly to the base of the wall, panting heavily.
In these short few seconds, he completed two extreme dodges, escaping death twice by brushing past those terrifying high-temperature beams.
This won't do; he had to make Superman calm down.
Through the recent battle, he had already vented his resentment toward the Kryptonian.
Until Lois's appearance, he discovered that although the Kryptonian was not an Earth human, he similarly possessed human emotions.
Perhaps they also loved the Earth and loved humanity just as much.
And he, Bruce Wayne, had abandoned his own no-killing principle simply because of a potential threat from a Kryptonian, wanting to kill such a superhero who loved the Earth and protected humanity.
He suddenly woke up to himself, feeling somewhat remorseful.
But now it seemed a bit late.
Superman's emotions were very agitated right now; if things continued like this, he was afraid he might accidentally be cut in half.
He took out another Kryptonite shell once again and fired it toward Kal-El using the launcher.
"Bang!"
He didn't want to fight Superman again; he just wanted to use this to reduce Superman's threat to him.
Right now, he clearly had not a shred of ability to resist.
"This thing again!"
Kal-El reached out and grabbed the incoming smoke grenade, and a dark green smoke instantly permeated around Kal-El.
Mere Kryptonite ammunition; Kal-El completely didn't care about this tiny bit of weakening.
Kal-El was still carrying Kryptonite on him after all!
"Bang——!"
Kal-El hesitated no longer, his body soaring into the air and rushing toward Bruce, the sonic boom made by his body tearing through the air resounding all around.
Now he wasn't just venting for Kal-El; he was also reclaiming the dignity lost by the Blue Superman.
Kal-El wanted to let this Batman know that even if he was weakened by Kryptonite, he was not someone Batmancould defeat.
"Superman can never be defeated!"
The next moment, Kal-El's figure wearing the black suit instantly magnified in Bruce's eyes.
"Bang!"
When Bruce reacted, he had already been fiercely shoved away by Kal-El and crashed into the wall behind him.
The cracked concrete wall spewed out large pieces of rubble.
Bruce leaned his back against the wall, clutching his chest with one hand, unable to believe that even after being weakened by Kryptonite, Superman still possessed such formidable strength.
Seeing Kal-El flying low to the ground and charging over again, he resolutely took out his last smoke grenade and detonated it beside him.
The dark green smoke instantly filled the surroundings.
Kal-El didn't hesitate, charging straight into the dark green smoke.
Kal-El rushed in front of Bruce; Bruce immediately clenched the Kryptonite spear in his hand and executed a vertical slash.
The sound of tearing air came over; this vertical slash was immensely powerful, and Bruce wanted to use it to force back Superman.
Kal-El suddenly raised his left arm, the Kryptonite spear being blocked by his arm, and a patch of bright red blood flowed down the wound onto the shaft of the spear.
Bruce saw the blood on the spear shaft, then looked at Kal-El's expression without the slightest change, feeling extremely shocked.
Although it could still break his defense, why hadn't Superman weakened?
Kal-El reversed his grip on the spearhead with his left hand and chopped down with his right hand at lightning speed.
"Bang!"
The sturdy steel spear shaft snapped right in response.
Kal-El didn't give Bruce time to react, striking Bruce heavily in the chest with an elbow once more.
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, Bruce flew backward, heavily smashing through a wall and collapsing onto the ground again.
He laboriously propped up his body, looked at the remaining half of the spear shaft in his hand, and simply threw it away directly.
A spear shaft without Kryptonite was completely useless against Superman.
Kal-El casually threw away the half-section of the Kryptonite spear in his hand.
"Whoosh!"
"Bang!"
The spearhead of the Kryptonite spear pierced through the air and embedded itself deeply into the distant wall.
Kal-El walked step by step toward Bruce, who had fallen to the ground, the wound on his arm gradually healing.
"As a human you are very brave, but you shouldn't treat us this way."
"We live in this world, love the Earth, and protect humanity."
"We are earnestly protecting this world just like you, but your actions have made me disappointed."
"When I was stopping terrorist attacks in the Middle Eastand protecting humanity, someone here was trying to kill my only family member on Earth."
"A superhero who has always loved humanity and protected humanity."
"Just because we are Kryptonians, and because of our power, you ostracize us and want to kill us."
Kal-El arrived by Bruce's side, forcefully stepping on his chest.
"How ironic this is!"
A trace of fresh blood spilled from the corner of Bruce's mouth as he looked at Kal-El.
"I'm sorry."
Kal-El didn't care about Bruce's apology; a belated apology was worthless.
Kal-El's eyes gradually turned fierce, and he applied pressure with his foot.
"Tell me. Will you bleed?"
Chapter 39 Doomsday?
Kal-El stared at Bruce, word by word.
Bruce knew his actions had already angered Superman, and he slowly closed his eyes as if resigning himself to his fate.
Kal-El didn't even expect him to answer the question, as his Heat Vision suddenly shot out.
Boom——!
Bang——!
A figure wearing a red and blue battle suit suddenly blocked in front of Bruce, and the searing Heat Visionheavily slammed into his body.
Kal-El closed his eyes, looking at Clark, who had been blown away by the Heat Vision and smashed out a large crater.
"Why? He almost killed you!"
Clark clutched his chest and shook his head.
"I never thought of killing him, and he has already learned his lesson."
"Don't kill him; he is guarding this world just like us."
Clark looked at Kal-El and pleaded.
Kal-El shook his head, not agreeing with Clark's thoughts.
"If you don't kill, more innocent people might be killed, just like you today."
"You are too kind and naive, which is why humans have hurt you time and time again."
"But doesn't this world just need this kindness and justice?"
Clark slowly stood up, making his stance clear.
Kal-El looked at the firm Clark with a helpless nod, and no longer continued to attack. He turned his head to look at Bruce Wayne, who was still lying on the ground.
"I hope your choice to save this dead bat today wasn't wrong!"
Kal-El said no more, turned and walked away, just slightly curling the corner of his mouth.
Clark felt somewhat guilty looking at the leaving Kal-El.
Kal-El came to save him and even wanted to avenge him, yet he blocked Kal-El in order to save Batman.
How heartbroken Kal-El must be!
But he didn't regret saving Batman.
Although Batman had just beaten him very badly, and he also harbored immense resentment toward Batman.
He planned to settle this score later.
But as fellow heroes guarding the Earth and humanity, he still didn't want to lose a partner from the same camp.
Kal-El walked step by step, and Diana's figure appeared in front of him.
"Why didn't you stop me just now?"
Diana smiled and looked at Clark in the distance.
"Because I knew someone would stop you, and I also knew you wouldn't kill Batman."
"Why? He almost killed Clark!"
"But he didn't kill him!"
Kal-El smiled. It seemed Diana understood him better after all; Clark's rusted brain would never figure it out!
Not far away, Clark slowly walked out of the ruins beneath his feet and turned his head to look at Batman again.
Confirming that Batman wasn't too heavily injured, Clarkturned around and left step by step.
"Thanks!"
Batman's voice came from behind, causing Clark's footsteps to pause.
"Fighting for humanity alike, we shouldn't kill each other."
Bruce Wayne looked at Clark's retreating figure with some hesitation.
"I'm sorry!"
Clark didn't look back.
"That's what I wanted to say, too!"
...
Watching Clark disappear from his line of sight, Brucepropped himself up with one hand and slowly climbed to his feet.
He moved his arms and gently rubbed his chest.
Intense pain washed over him.
"I think I'm bleeding!"
He thought this uncalled-for farce was finally over, but his attention was caught by an anomaly suddenly appearing in the sky over the distant city.
Seeing that apocalyptic scene of lightning and thunder, Bruce instinctively had a bad premonition.
...
Inside the Kryptonian spaceship now protected by the government, Lex Luthor quietly admired his own masterpiece.
He looked at the giant cocoon in the genesis chamber, unable to suppress his excitement.
Who else could create such a powerful demon? He believed this would give everyone a surprise.
The thing in the genesis chamber was still absorbing energy, and the sky outside had already begun to churn with wind and clouds, lightning and thunder.
The air carried a heavy sense of oppression, as if some terrifying entity was about to be born.
Kal-El and Diana turned to look at the anomaly in the sky over the distant city.
"Something definitely happened over there!"
Diana was quite certain; just that massive aura alone was enough to tell the story.
Kal-El was somewhat surprised.
Zod's body had all been collected by him, so would Doomsday still appear?
...
Outside the spaceship, Kal-El, dressed in a black battle suit, heavily landed on the ground.
"Superman!"
Luthor's expression changed.
"It seems humans can't kill you, and Batman is useless!"
He turned his head to look at the genesis chamber inside the spaceship.
"If humans cannot slay a god, then let a demon do it!"
Kal-El looked at the genesis chamber inside the spaceship, where an ugly, tall, and strong monster tore open the giant cocoon and roared up to the sky.
Roar!
Roar! Roar!
Roar—!
An awe-inspiring aura exuded a startling sense of oppression.
This wasn't Doomsday created using Zod's body!
"Doomsday!"
Luthor shouted excitedly, and Doomsday also suddenly burst out with his powerful aura.
Kal-El hesitated no longer, instantly tearing through the air and appearing in front of Luthor.
Since you are so arrogant, go die first!
His fist carried an indomitable momentum as it smashed toward Luthor's face.
Bang!
Bang—!
A huge fist blocked in front of Luthor, and the two fists collided!
A powerful wave of air surged out!
Luthor was instantly blown away without any ability to resist.
He landed heavily on the ground, his face covered in blood, yet he laughed wildly watching Doomsday fighting Kal-El.
"Doomsday, kill him."
Doomsday roared again and charged over, heavily slamming over a punch.
Kal-El also leaped into the air, his body slicing through the air with powerful kinetic energy as he collided with Doomsday's huge fist.
Bang!
With a deafening roar, Kal-El's body was sent flying backward, gliding a hundred meters in the air before stabilizing his body.
Doomsday was also pushed back a few steps by Kal-El's strength.
Such immense strength!
Kal-El was slightly surprised. As expected of Krypton's biological weapon, it was indeed stronger than Clark.
However, Kal-El didn't show any fear; instead, he grew even more excited.
Only then would it be interesting and more challenging.
Bang!
Bang!
With two sonic booms, Kal-El and Doomsday collided once more.
They were like two high-speed trains, colliding head-on with a terrifying momentum.
Bang—!
Their collision squeezed the surrounding air out, and the powerful aftermath overturned nearby vehicles.
Kal-El's body was sent flying backward again, heavily piercing through wall after wall.
Flames ignited along the way due to violent friction with the air.
Bang!
With a loud crash, a roadside car was smashed in half by Kal-El, immediately triggering a violent explosion.
It didn't stop until it crashed into a thick stone building.
Cracks appeared on the thick wall, rapidly spreading like a spider web.
Rumble—!
The wall collapsed, burying Kal-El.
Doomsday was also sent flying backward, roaring loudly as his feet heavily stomped on the ground, sliding dozens of meters.
Leaving two deep gullies in his wake.
"Goodness! What is that?"
Clark looked at Doomsday in the distance; this was the first enemy capable of putting Kal-El at a disadvantage.
Diana looked at Doomsday, who was once again roaring up to the sky in the distance.
"Kal-El calls him Doomsday!"
Whoosh whoosh!
Military fighter jets rushed over, and a dense barrage of bullets enveloped Doomsday.
Annoyed beyond measure by these extremely low-damage machine guns, Doomsday casually picked up a piece of building debris and threw it toward the sky.
Swoosh—!
The huge stone whistled as it smashed toward a fighter jet.
"NO!"
Before the pilot had time to dodge, he was hit directly by the boulder.
Bang!
With a loud crash, the fighter jet exploded instantly, and various parts disintegrated in the explosion.
"Damn it, fire the missiles!"
The leader of the flight squadron immediately gave the order, and the fighter jets instantly launched their mounted air-to-ground missiles.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh—!
Chapter 40 I Haven't Even Gotten Serious Yet
Countless missiles roared with tail flames, charging toward Doomsday's towering body.
Feeling this powerful energy, Doomsday instinctively crossed his arms in front of his face.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of explosions was endless, and towering flames engulfed Doomsday, who was at the center of the explosion.
Roar! Roar!
Roar——!
As the flames dissipated, Doomsday roared up to the sky.
The surging energy had broken through his flesh, transforming into wisps of golden lightning on the surface of his body.
His body became even stronger, and his muscles bulged high.
He became even more powerful!
Doomsday could not speak; if he could, he would surely express his gratitude to these fighter jets.
"Thank you for providing me with such massive energy."
But he clearly would not appreciate this favor.
Roar! Roar!
He let out another long roar to the sky, and a massive energy shockwave diffused outward.
Boom——!
The fighter jets surrounding the area exploded one after another under this powerful energy, turning into countless steel ruins that plummeted down.
Bang! Bang!
Boom——!
"It has become stronger!"
Clark and Diana realized something was wrong and quickly steadied their bodies.
They exchanged a glance and charged toward Doomsdayat the same time.
Bang!
The figures of the two tore through the air.
Clark slammed a heavy punch onto Doomsday's chest, causing Doomsday's massive body to stagger back two steps.
Roar!
Doomsday let out a loud roar, enraged by Clark's sneak attack.
Clark flew horizontally again, wanting to repeat the same trick.
But Doomsday suddenly kicked out.
Bang!
A massive force came over!
Boom!
Clark completely lost control of his body and flew backward.
Bang! Bang!
Shattering everything in his path, massive explosions kept ringing out.
Just as Doomsday was about to pursue, he suddenly felt a pain in his leg. Diana slashed horizontally with her sword, leaving a slash mark on Doomsday's leg.
Roar!
Doomsday angrily opened his large hand and grabbed toward Diana.
Swish——!
Diana turned her body horizontally and passed under Doomsday.
Clang!
With another slash of her sword, the other leg was struck again.
Roar roar roar!
Doomsday did not give Diana another chance; a heavy punch slammed over with a piercing sonic boom, and the strong wind pressure squeezed the air away.
This punch was heavy!
Deeply aware of Doomsday's strength, Diana crossed her arms to block in front of her.
Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang——!
Diana flew backward, shattering countless building ruins.
Kal-El attacked from above once again.
Boom——!
Kal-El pushed his speed to the limit, burning with a red aura all over his body as he rushed toward Doomsday from high altitude.
Doomsday reacted very quickly, instinctively leaping high to charge straight at Kal-El.
Bang!
Kal-El slammed heavily into Doomsday's chest like a missile, pushing Doomsday's airborne body forcefully back down.
Bang!
The two smashed heavily onto the ground like a meteorite falling from the sky, the shockwave destroying everything around them.
A giant crater several hundred meters wide appeared on the spot.
Dust and smoke filled the entire battlefield, but Kal-El did not relax as he looked at Doomsday pinned beneath his feet.
Kal-El leaped up once more, one leg held straight and rigid, pushing his speed to the extreme.
He descended from the sky with infinite power.
His leg ignited a startling, undying aura due to the intense friction with the air.
Leo Kick!
Boom——!
This kick containing infinite power slammed heavily into the chest of Doomsday, who was just getting up.
Roar roar!
Doomsday fell down again, his body sinking deeply into the ground, leaving a crater shaped to Doomsday's form in place.
Kal-El did not let up, wanting to beat a drowning dog, and leaped into the air to smash down once more with a Superman heavy punch.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The earth trembled continuously, and Doomsday's body kept sinking.
"Good grief, it seems I really have to thank him for showing mercy."
Bruce Wayne, who arrived piloting the batwing, couldn't help feeling a bit fortunate when he saw Kal-El's violent combat.
At this moment, Clark and Diana were also watching the scene of Kal-El brutally beating Doomsday, completely unable to intervene.
Suddenly, the loud noise disappeared, and the trembling of the earth also stopped.
"How could this be?"
They saw dense bone spurs emerging all over Doomsday's body, and his hands blocked Kal-El's heavily descending leg.
Not good!
Kal-El had a bad premonition, and Clark and Diana also quickly rushed over.
Roar!
Doomsday let out a furious roar, grabbing Kal-El's leg and slamming him repeatedly onto the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Boom——!
The immense force made Kal-El feel as if his internal organs were vibrating.
Clark slammed forward heavily like a cannonball fired from a barrel.
Diana did not dare to pause either; she leaped high and thrust her sword toward Doomsday.
Bang!
Roar roar roar!
Doomsday roared madly, his body wide open under Clark's impact.
"Ah!"
With a loud roar, Diana drove her sword heavily into Doomsday's shoulder.
Roar!
Doomsday roared, opened his big mouth to howl at Diana, and casually smashed the Kal-El in his hand heavily downwards.
Kal-El was instantly thrown heavily into the distance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every time his body landed, it smashed a crater into the ground with flying gravel.
Until he bounced hundreds of feet across the ground before barely stopping.
"Ah——!"
Using all her strength, Diana pushed her longsword another fraction deeper.
Doomsday roared angrily, throwing a punch toward Dianaon his shoulder.
Bang!
The fist stopped; Clark flew in the air, forcefully blocking Doomsday's fist and intercepting this terrifying blow for Diana.
Roar roar roar roar——!
Doomsday roared, his muscles swelling all over, and his fist exerted force once more to send Clark flying.
He suddenly reached back to pull out the bone spurs on his back, directly stabbing toward Diana on his shoulder.
Diana completely failed to react in time; the bone spur had already reached right in front of her.
At a hair's breadth, a figure broke through the air and met the bone spur head-on.
Squelch!
"Kal-El!"
Diana shouted loudly, the bone spur having already pierced into Kal-El's flesh.
Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes as she forcefully pushed down the longsword in her hand, and Clark once again tore through the air to charge over.
Bang!
A powerful force pressed down on Diana's longsword.
Squelch!
The longsword pierced deeply into Doomsday's flesh.
Roar roar roar!
"I'll come help you guys too!"
Batman Bruce Wayne, piloting the batwing, immediately launched several high-explosive missiles.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The missiles exploded on Doomsday's back.
Roar roar roar!
Doomsday's footing was unstable, but he became even more excited.
The energy that was originally decaying filled up once again.
Kal-El forcefully resisted the bone spur on his chest and looked up at the batwing in the air.
"Shit! I really have to thank you!"
Bruce also seemed to understand something.
"Sorry!"
Roar roar!
Doomsday roared again, and a powerful energy wave suddenly surged out from his body.
Bang!
The bodies of several people were sent flying by this energy, smashing heavily onto the ground again.
"Kal-El!"
Diana hurriedly came to Kal-El's side, discovering that Kal-El's chest was already covered in blood.
Roar roar!
Doomsday roared and charged up again.
Clark looked at Kal-El and Diana beside him, and once again charged to meet Doomsday.
"Ah!"
He roared loudly, using his very last bit of strength.
Bang!
Rushing close, he suddenly dropped his altitude, braced against Doomsday's abdomen, and soared straight up into the sky.
Boom——!
Under Clark's full outburst, in just a few breaths, he carried Doomsday out of the atmosphere and out of Earth.
"Clark!"
Kal-El wanted to call out to Clark, but it was already too late.
Diana continuously shed tears, turning her head to look at the bloodstains on Kal-El's chest.
"Kal-El, tell me you're going to be okay?"
Her voice was choked with sobs as she looked at the injury on Kal-El's chest.
Kal-El revealed a faint smile, and the wound on his chest began to heal rapidly.
He stood up and looked up at the high sky.
"You're just worrying out of care, I haven't even gotten serious yet!"
Diana looked at Kal-El's expression and was finally able to put her mind at ease.
Suddenly, a dazzling ray of light rapidly ascended into the sky, breaking through the atmosphere.
Swish——!
Chapter 41: Seal Lifted, True Power
"What is that?"
"A nuke!"
"Why would they do this? Clark is still fighting Doomsday!"
"That is human nature, is it not?"
Kal was not surprised by this outcome.
Boom!
The nuclear missile detonated with a roar, blinding light and extreme heat spreading through space.
Boom!
A massive fireball plummeted from space.
Doomsday plunged toward Earth once more, carrying energy filled to its absolute limit.
Diana gripped her longsword again, holding her shield in one hand as she grew vigilant.
Kal pulled Diana by the wrist, drawing her behind him.
"Leave it to me!"
Diana looked at the blood on Kal's chest with a hint of concern.
Kal smiled helplessly and slowly pressed a few buttons on a bracelet around his arm.
Snap!
The bracelet instantly began to contract, slipping off his arm.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
With three more heavy thuds echoing, Diana shook her head in disbelief, filled with shock and uncertainty.
"I thought... I thought you took that thing off long ago."
Kal swiped at his waist once more.
Click!
A black belt dropped down, the weighted pouches on it glowing with a dark green light.
"This is... Kryptonite?"
Diana gasped in realization—meaning Kal had been fighting under the suppression of Kryptonite all along.
Diana looked at Kal as if he were a lunatic.
"It was so dangerous just now, and you actually still had the mood to train!"
Kal smiled faintly. It is always good to keep something in reserve.
As Kal released the restraints of the Kryptonite and gravity rings, familiar power flooded back into his body.
This power felt boundless, endlessly filling Kal's body.
The overflowing energy spilled out of his body, forming thick arcs of lightning across Kal's surface.
Boom!
Kal levitated upward, a massive energy vortex appearing in the sky above as lightning crackled with an aura of destruction.
The winds and clouds shifted, Kal's energy completely illuminating the night sky.
Outside the battlefield, Batman stared blankly at this astonishing scene, suddenly recalling the scenario when Superman fought him.
It seems he really held back when fighting me!
Boom!
Doomsday roared as he crashed into the earth, the powerful energy frantically enhancing his physique.
His flesh wriggled, and his previous injuries healed rapidly.
Roar!
Boom!
A powerful, destructive wave of energy immediately spread outward, turning everything around him into a sea of fire.
Kal hovered in mid-air, slowly reigning in the energy within his body.
The massive energy vortex gradually vanished, and the last wisps of lightning energy were pulled back into Kal's body.
Kal looked toward Doomsday in the distance.
"Now, our battle is just beginning!"
Roar!
Doomsday roared angrily, his massive figure transforming into a streak of lightning as he charged toward Kal.
Kal shifted his feet, an unprecedented sense of lightness pushing his speed beyond the limit as his entire figure vanished instantly.
Bang!
Roar!
Kal flashed in front of Doomsday, slamming a heavy punch directly into Doomsday's massive body.
Bang!
Doomsday's body instantly bent like a cooked shrimp as he was sent flying backward.
Kal's figure flickered again, already appearing behind Doomsday.
Bang!
A direct front kick slammed heavily into Doomsday's lower back.
Roar!
Doomsday completely lost control of his flying body, the immense force leaving him utterly powerless to resist.
His figure rose higher and higher, and Kal slightly bent his knees before leaping up once more.
Whoosh!
His entire person instantly appeared above Doomsday.
Kal's body swept horizontally through the air, rotating 180 degrees as a whip kick that shattered the air slammed viciously into Doomsday's chest.
Bang!
Roar! Roar!
With a loud crash, Doomsday's chest instantly caved in, and his massive body plummeted downward once again.
Driven by Kal's terrifying force, his descent speed exceeded the limit, his body generating a powerful aura from friction with the air as he crashed to the ground in a split second.
Boom!
Rumble!
A strong tremor could be felt across dozens of miles of ground.
Roar!
Doomsday roared in agony as energy continuously repaired his shattered body.
He climbed back up, letting out a long howl toward the sky.
The excruciating pain made him even more irritable, reducing his already meager intelligence to zero instantly.
Utterly ignoring his injuries, he violently charged once more toward Kal, who stood calmly suspended in mid-air.
Did he think he was the Hulk, where anger increases strength?
Kal's figure also vanished from the spot instantly!
The next instant, he appeared right before Doomsday.
Too fast!
So fast that even with Doomsday's matchless strength, he could not capture his figure at all.
Doomsday only had time for a flash of human-like astonishment to cross his eyes.
A fist wrapped in a golden aura had already slammed heavily into his chest.
Bang!
A muffled, thunderous crash!
Doomsday's massive body instantly curled into a ball.
His eyeballs protruded, his mouth opened wide, and he spewed a large mouthful of crimson blood mixed with chunks of internal organs.
Roar, roar, roar!
The intense pain caused him to roar continuously.
"You are too weak!"
Kal's cold voice rang in his ears once more.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Kal's fists shrouded Doomsday's entire body like a storm, raining down frantically on Doomsday's chest, neck, and face.
Every single punch contained terrifying power, smashing into Doomsday's flesh with unstoppable force.
Under this dense, raindrop-like barrage of attacks, Doomsday's body underwent severe deformation.
The muscles on his body were beaten to a pulp, and his bones caved in deeply.
Up in space, Clark finally recovered under the irradiation of the sun.
He plunged into Earth at extreme speed, landing back on the surface.
He turned his head to look at the battlefield, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Kal was actually this powerful?
Bruce and Diana also widened their eyes, refusing to miss a single moment.
This was true violent aesthetics!
Beneath everyone's horrified gazes, Doomsday's oppressive, massive body was treated like a defenseless punching bag, being relentlessly beaten by Kal mid-air.
"Doomsday, it is time for your role to end!"
Boom—!
Kal delivered a heavy knee strike straight to Doomsday's chin, sending Doomsday's massive body soaring high into the sky from the sheer force.
Kal followed closely behind, transforming into a streak of lightning as he shot up into the high altitude.
Seeming to sense a fatal crisis, Doomsday abruptly fired two high-temperature beams from his eyes, shooting them straight toward that streak of lightning.
Boom!
Meeting the high-temperature beam head-on, Kal did not dodge or evade at all.
The thick beam was instantly split in two by Kal and shot toward the ground.
Bang!
A flash of lightning flickered around Doomsday, causing his body to instantly stiffen.
Kal stopped high above behind Doomsday, standing quietly in mid-air.
Bang! Bang!
Doomsday's Heat Vision, carrying terrifying heat, finally slammed into the ground, triggering another round of explosions.
Flames shot into the sky, yet Doomsday did not make the slightest movement.
Roar! Roar!
Ugh! Ugh!
His voice grew lower and lower, and a thin line of blood suddenly appeared around his neck.
Snap!
His limbs and head detached from his body one after another, and his massive body split into six pieces, scattering downward!
Boom!
Two high-temperature beams struck out once more, sweeping across Doomsday's severed limbs and broken arms.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Six massive explosions rang out as Doomsday's severed limbs were blasted into tiny bits of gore, transforming into a mist of blood that drifted away with the wind.
Kal's figure descended from high altitude, still carrying an intimidating sense of oppression as his powerful aura had not yet dissipated.
Diana immediately stepped forward and let out a breath of relief only after carefully inspecting him.
"I cannot imagine that you have grown this strong!"
Kal smiled slightly.
"I thought you always knew."
Clark was very happy, looking somewhat carefree.
"Good thing you were here, Kal, otherwise Doomsdaywould definitely have caused an even greater disaster."
That would not be the case; in the original story, you went down with him in mutual destruction.
Bruce also walked up at this moment.
"I am sorry about what just happened!"
His face was tense, still blaming himself for throwing the missile at Doomsday.
Chapter 42: Lex Luthor's End
"All of that is in the past, Doomsday is dead, you don't need to feel guilty about it."
Clark was very understanding and stepped forward to comfort him.
"Are you bleeding?"
Kal-El noticed that Bruce's movements were a bit unnatural; could it be that he had hit too hard?
Bruce Wayne nodded instinctively.
"Of course, I think I am indeed bleeding!"
There was no trace of embarrassment on his face.
"Um… Gotham City has a lot of criminals, so I get hurt often, bleeding is just a regular occurrence."
Seeing Bruce Wayne answer so directly, as if the battle with Kal-El had never happened.
As expected of you, Batman!
Truly someone who knows how to yield and when to stand!
A look of surprise flashed in their eyes, and Bruce flashed a polite smile at Kal-El.
"I've learned my lesson, please spare me!"
Since Bruce chose to forget, then let's let him off for now!
"What is that monster?"
"That is Doomsday, an ancient monster from Krypton, the most powerful combat weapon researched by Kryptonscientists."
"Born for battle, capable of absorbing energy to enhance power and recover from injuries."
"But this kind of thing has long since gone extinct on Krypton, this was made by Lex Luthor using historical research data obtained from the Krypton spaceship."
"Lex Luthor!"
Batman gritted his teeth, he hated this person to the core.
This person used him and almost killed Blue Superman, the companion who guarded humanity.
And now he even created such a powerful Kryptonmonster, causing so much destruction to the city.
"I will definitely catch him and lock him in prison!"
Bruce said in a deep voice.
Kal-El glanced sideways slightly.
"Lock him up where, your Arkham Asylum? That's just a check-in spot for Gotham criminals, it can't lock up anything."
Batman was a bit heated, but couldn't say anything.
Arkham Asylum indeed always had criminals breaking out of prison, but he had done his absolute best to improve the security facilities there.
Even personally entering the prison to observe.
But this prison seemed cursed, no matter how strict the guards were, criminals could always escape safely and soundly.
He wanted to say something more, but Clark shook his head at him.
Diana felt the weirdness of the atmosphere and quickly spoke up to break the stalemate.
"I think we need to find the culprit behind all this, no matter what kind of ending he has, it's what he deserves."
Bruce had already understood Diana's subtext.
If caught by himself, he could lock him in prison, but if run into by Superman or Diana, his life and death would probably be unpredictable.
Kal-El glanced indifferently at Bruce.
"Heh! What a ridiculous no-killing code!"
In Kal-El's view, someone like Lex Luthor was no longer an ordinary criminal; the monster he created was a disaster for all of humanity.
This was an anti-humanity act, and heavy blows should be dealt!
Kal-El exchanged a glance with Diana.
Bang!
His body instantly pierced the air, like a beam of light cutting through the sky.
Until Kal-El's figure completely disappeared, Diana looked at Bruce.
"He isn't like that, after all, you almost killed Clark!"
Diana explained to Bruce.
"Also, he didn't have the intention to kill you, he was just angry at what you did and wanted to teach you a lesson!"
Bruce nodded, feeling somewhat ashamed of his actions.
"I'm sorry!"
"I mean Kal-El has never regarded you as an enemy."
Bruce finally let go of his knot in the heart, and he looked at Diana with relief.
"Thank you for telling me this!"
Then he came before Clark.
"Clark, sorry!"
Clark didn't mind too much, instead patting Bruce's broad shoulders.
At this moment, amidst the cluttered ruins, Lex Luthorsuddenly stood up from the debris.
"Cough cough cough! Cough cough!"
He was choked by the surrounding dust into unstoppable coughing, his neat suit also became filthy, and there were bright red bloodstains on his body.
Turning his head to look around, there was no trace of Doomsday anymore, and the entire huge battlefield had no movement of any major battle.
"Superman, you truly are the most powerful person on Earth, but after all, you are not a god."
"Haha, hehe, cough cough cough!"
He quickly covered his mouth.
"Damn it, what kind of ghost place is this!"
He walked out of the ruins step by step, suddenly discovering a shadow on the ground.
He looked up, and Superman, dressed in a black battle suit, was quietly standing above the battlefield.
His right leg was slightly bent, hanging in the sky as if without any weight.
The cape behind him fluttered loudly in the wind, and the whole person exuded a strong sense of oppression.
Kal-El's emotionless eyes looked over, and Lex Luthorinstantly felt as if he was being stared at by an ancient giant beast, his whole body's blood almost freezing.
But Lex Luthor was not an ordinary person, he was a perverted madman.
He just froze slightly, then feigned ease again.
"Superman, congratulations on defeating Doomsday."
He raised both hands and clapped exaggeratedly, as if celebrating for Superman.
Kal-El stared expressionlessly at Lex Luthor.
"This doesn't seem like good news to you!"
"So the great Mr. Superman came here specially to find me?"
"Hahaha——!"
He laughed until his waist bent, gasping for breath.
"I didn't expect that the famous Superman would also come specially to catch an ordinary human like me, this is truly my honor."
He didn't have a trace of tension, instead looking calm and composed.
"Scum like you shouldn't live in this world."
Lex Luthor acted as if he had heard some earth-shattering secret.
"Superman, this condescending look of yours is really annoying, do you think you have the qualification to judge other people's life and death?"
"This appearance of yours is truly disgusting, you are just a hypocritical person who decorates yourself with the cloak of justice."
"Did you know? You are not a god! Your power is merely limited to Earth."
"And the universe is infinite, the New Gods possess even more powerful strength, they are the true gods, everything is destined to be destroyed before them!"
His expression was excited and frantic.
"And you, this Superman... are also destined to become a ghost under the New Gods' hands."
Bang!
Kal-El's figure instantly vanished.
The next instant, he had already appeared in front of Lex Luthor.
"No!"
Kal-El's fist instantly magnified in front of Lex Luthor's eyes.
Bang!
With a bang, Lex Luthor's vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.
Leaving only Lex Luthor's corpse in place, along with the pungent bloody smell in the air.
"You talk too much nonsense!"
Kal-El took a final look at Lex Luthor's headless corpse, what a perverted madman!
Kal-El bent his knees slightly, piercing the air abruptly like a sharp sword, vanishing instantly into the night sky like a bolt of lightning.
The sun gradually rose, and a red light carved a graceful arc, rushing straight toward the sun.
Dawn had broken!
The sun tore through the darkness!
Light illuminated everything, and justice triumphed over evil.
The desolate battlefield calmed down, with only Lex Luthor's corpse lying quietly amidst the ruins.
Patter! Patter!
Footsteps approached, and Bruce Wayne, wearing the Batsuit, slowly stepped into these ruins.
Looking at Lex Luthor's corpse, Bruce frowned slightly.
Compared to Blue Superman, Superman's methods were more cruel, and his strength was also more powerful.
It seemed he no longer needed to constantly worry about Superman turning evil, as if Superman wasn't all that "white" to begin with.
With a personality like Superman's, he would definitely not be controlled by anyone, because his actions would strictly follow his own subjective will.
No one could make him turn evil!
Compared to Superman, Clark was more like a harmless little lamb.
Chapter 43: No Superpowers
But such extreme kindness in Clark also made it easier for him to lean toward another extreme.
His emotions were more intense, his feelings richer, and his moods easier to spin out of control.
Never mind, forget it. With Superman here, nothing was irretrievable.
Bruce thought of that nightmare of his; as long as Superman was there,
even if Blue Superman turned dark, humanity wouldn't be left entirely without the power to resist.
He believed that with Superman's formidable combat prowess, those aliens would definitely not be able to stir up any waves.
It was just unclear who the alien race in his dream actually was, and why Blue Superman would turn dark and become an enemy of humanity.
Mystery after mystery lingered in Bruce's mind.
...
The appearance of Doomsday once again caused an uproar across the world, and crises in the human world were growing increasingly numerous.
With endless streams of alien monsters, witches, and evil spirits, humanity seemed to be gradually getting used to it.
As long as it didn't happen right on their own doorstep, they could calmly sit back and watch the show.
After all, through so many major world crises, humanity was still living quietly.
Going to work when they should, and going to school when they should.
Monsters like Doomsday were far too distant for most ordinary people, and life had to go on.
Furthermore, this world had the powerful Superman, Blue Superman, and Wonder Woman; they were humanity's greatest reliance.
Batman?
He could go catch petty thieves and robbers!
Fighting alien monsters? Let's not joke around!
Although ordinary people didn't feel much about it, the government felt heavy pressure.
Amanda Waller finally caught the attention of the upper echelons once again.
In the Department of Defense conference room, a group of people were dressed in suits and leather shoes.
"I think it is necessary to expand Task Force X. Facts have proven that letting them out of prison brings greater value than locking them up inside."
A major general looked at Amanda and waved his hand.
"Amanda, I have to admit that they might be able to execute some special missions, but you seem to think far too highly of that bunch of circus actors under your command!"
Another middle-aged man in a suit couldn't help laughing out loud.
"If I remember correctly, that accident in Midway City back then was caused by that ugly witch under your command."
"That accident brought huge losses to Midway City, and Superman and Wonder Woman saved you."
"You should resign to take responsibility for your blunder!"
The conference room fell silent.
Amanda Waller nodded.
"That was my mistake, but I was not dismissed by the government, and subsequent facts indeed proved the value of Task Force X."
"Those missions could have been accomplished just as well by American soldiers!"
Arguments endlessly swirled within the conference room.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Seeing this, the lieutenant general sitting at the head of the table reached out and knocked on the table, silencing everyone.
"Amanda has made mistakes, but facts have proven that Task Force X is necessary to exist."
His majestic gaze swept over everyone, and his tone brooked no doubt.
"Precious American soldiers have their own tasks, and those supernatural events have always been the responsibility of Amanda's A.R.G.U.S..
Therefore, having a special combat squad is only a matter of course."
"General, using criminals to execute missions—once this news leaks, it will provoke public opinion among citizens.
They might oppose us on the grounds that we do not respect criminals' human rights."
"After all, the various associations in our country are quite troublesome for the government!"
The lieutenant general's expression was solemn.
"Ordinary prisoners have human rights, but this group of violent felons does not.
If our country had the death penalty, they would all go straight to hell.
Sending them to execute missions is merely giving them a chance at redemption."
Hearing the lieutenant general say this, everyone no longer raised objections. It seemed this funding still landed in the hands of Amanda's A.R.G.U.S..
Everyone looked somewhat unenthusiastic.
Seeing that no one else expressed opposition, the lieutenant general made a decision on the spot.
"Amanda, Task Force X can be expanded. I authorize you to select team members from major prisons, and I will also provide you with sufficient funding. You must prepare yourself to execute missions."
Amanda Waller straightened her posture.
"Yes, General. Task Force X will be ready to strike at any time."
...
Gotham City, Wayne Manor.
Batman Bruce Wayne, Superman Kal-El, Blue SupermanClark, and Wonder Woman Diana sat around a circular table.
"Is there some matter that required inviting us here? I imagine you didn't invite us over just to be polite guests."
Kal-El said straightforwardly.
"Our relationship doesn't seem to be that good, and I know you don't really like us."
Bruce froze for a moment, a trace of awkwardness instantly appearing on his face.
He looked at Kal-El, not knowing how to explain.
"Not at all."
He didn't know how to explain; in fact, he had always felt guilty for what he did to Clark, just not knowing how to make amends.
If he could compensate Clark with money, he would do so without hesitation.
It's just that as a superhero, Clark probably wouldn't care for money, right?
"Alright, Kal-El, don't be like that. Bruce has always been very guilty."
Diana gave Kal-El a reproachful look. It had already been agreed that those matters were in the past.
Clark smiled and patted Bruce on the shoulder.
"Don't mind it; Kal-El is just joking."
Kal-El felt somewhat helpless, but still flashed a smile toward Bruce.
"I really was just joking, don't take it to heart."
Bruce also let out a sigh of relief. Right now, he really wanted to get along well with the few of them.
After all, he didn't have many friends, and the people before him were all companions of the justice camp; he desperately wanted to become friends with them.
Although fighting a lone battle alone was tragic and heroic, it was also lonely.
Turning serious, he crossed his hands and placed them on the tabletop.
Pondering for a moment, he slowly spoke.
"I want to establish an alliance to jointly guard the world and fight together."
"Why this sudden idea?"
Clark was obviously somewhat surprised by this idea.
Diana pressed her lips together and smiled as she looked at Kal-El.
"That sounds quite interesting."
"This alliance is specifically for dealing with those powerful enemies, just like Doomsday."
"Because I have a premonition that we will encounter even trickier enemies and more desperate opponents!"
Bruce's tone was very serious, but he did not speak of his dream.
Kal-El knew who he was talking about!
That was an extremely powerful opponent; even in the comic book world, his might was practically invincible across countless worlds.
Some said that his true body had always been campaigning across the universe, and what appeared on Earth in ancient times was merely an avatar of his.
If viewed truly by this standard, his combat power was indeed far too strong—a despair-inducing level of strength.
But this was the cinematic world, and the original show didn't explicitly display his combat prowess either.
However, this would not scare Kal-El.
Because Superman never admits defeat!
And will never be defeated!
This alliance was indeed necessary to establish, and the combat strength of the other members was not weak either; the The Flash's Speed Force could even reverse time.
After finishing listening to Bruce's words, Kal-El nodded.
"Since this alliance is meant to deal with those powerful enemies, there should be requirements for combat power, right?"
Bruce nodded.
"Of course!"
Kal-El crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Brucewith a half-smile.
"If I remember correctly, it seems you don't have any superpowers!"
Meeting everyone's gazes, Bruce's expression remained completely unchanged.
"I'm super rich!"
Kal-El: "..."
Diana: "..."
Clark: "..."
Chapter 44: How could it be you?"
The few of them immediately laughed.
Kal-El also couldn't help but chuckle slightly.
What an iconic scene!
Kal-El nodded.
"That is indeed a powerful reason!"
"I have satellites, six of them, and I believe I can help."
Bruce continued to add, fully showcasing his strength.
Batman, you really deserve to die!
To think you're even richer than me!
There was no help for it; being rich really does surpass many things.
Kal-El and Diana exchanged a glance, then smiled and looked at Bruce.
"Why look for us?"
"This alliance cannot lack you two. An alliance without Superman and Wonder Woman is incomplete."
"In that case, I'll join!"
Diana said with a smile, immediately looking at Kal-El.
"What about you?"
"Of course, we're joining!"
Clark had no objections either.
"My stance is very clear."
Bruce was very happy.
"Welcome!"
Bruce raised his glass.
"What should our alliance be called?"
Clark suddenly asked.
"Since we were born for justice, why not call it the Justice League?"
Kal-El took a sip of champagne; the Justice League was definitely more fitting!
Bruce paused for a moment, looking at Kal-El with some surprise.
"That name is precisely what I wanted to say. It seems we have great chemistry."
"How many people are in our team?"
Diana brought her glass to her lips, leaving a faint crimson lipstick mark on the transparent glass.
"Currently four people!"
"Just the four of us?"
Bruce nodded, not feeling anything was wrong at all.
"But I already have clues about a few other superpowered individuals, and I'll invite them to join."
"Can you introduce them to us?"
"Of course!"
Bruce nodded, then quickly walked away.
"I bet the other few must be very interesting!"
Diana looked at Kal-El and Clark.
"I'm curious too!"
Kal-El was also somewhat looking forward to news about those few. How could anyone be absent from the Justice League?
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Footsteps sounded, and Bruce opened his computer, connecting it to a projector.
He opened a file containing several surveillance videos.
He opened the first video, which was somewhat spine-chilling.
The screen showed a human with almost only a head left, struggling amidst a mass of lightning energy.
Electric sparks kept bursting around him.
The scene shifted, and a half-human, half-mechanical figure appeared in a bank.
It suddenly turned blurry, and the video ended.
Bruce turned his head to look at the others.
"He is Cyborg, and his superpower allows him to easily access any data. As long as it's on the network, he can get everything."
"His abilities are indeed very special, but his experiences are probably not so pleasant."
Diana said with some sympathy, his body full of stories.
"Wanting to handle him won't be that easy!"
Bruce immediately clicked on the second video.
The video immediately showed a sexy woman wearing a trench coat and high heels.
It looked like she was withdrawing money at a bank ATM.
Then a photo from World War I appeared, and the computer prompted that the facial features matched completely.
"Sorry!"
Bruce hurriedly closed the video.
Diana was somewhat surprised, turning her head with a smile.
"I didn't expect my true identity to have been exposed long ago!"
"This is the power of technology!"
Bruce explained briefly.
Bruce immediately clicked on a video with a lightning symbol.
In the video, a man was shopping in a supermarket, and for some reason, his body disappeared in an instant.
This video was only a few seconds long, but those few seconds already displayed his superpower.
"Speed!"
Clark suddenly spoke.
"He is very fast."
"Yes, so he is the The Flash."
In the next video, the background was in a blurry seabed.
A man holding a harpoon appeared in front of the camera, seemingly suddenly discovering the camera hidden on the seabed, and raised the trident in his hand to stab at the camera.
The screen turned to static snow again.
"Is this person a fisherman?"
Clark asked doubtfully.
"His weapon turns out to be a harpoon!"
The others were amused by that scene in the video.
"Clark, that's a trident, a special weapon, even though it really looks like a harpoon!"
Bruce spoke to explain to them.
"He is called Aquaman, a powerful warrior of the sea."
"It's clear he's at ease in the sea, but he really looks like a strong fisherman. I thought he was just fishing on the seabed."
After eating lunch, the group walked out of Wayne Manorand suddenly saw an exceptionally luxury Mercedes race car parked inside the estate.
Clark looked at it for a few glances.
"That car is nice, very handsome!"
Bruce looked at the Mercedes parked quietly there.
"You like it? It's yours!"
Clark shook his head and refused.
"I have a car, um... it's just that your car is indeed handsome."
"What's the price of that car?"
Clark was a bit curious.
Bruce thought for a moment, shaking his head slowly.
"It's worthless!"
Clark nodded; it seemed he could buy one with his salary in the future.
"Just a few hundred million!"
"Cough, cough! Cough!"
Clark coughed a few times consecutively.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine!"
Clark wore an awkward yet polite smile, while Kal-El and Diana saw right through it all.
Vroom—!
The car roared away from Wayne Manor, but Kal-El and Diana didn't rush to leave.
Kal-El also had a lot of curiosity about the legendary city of Gotham City.
So many criminals committed crimes in this city, yet it remained so prosperous.
A life of debauchery and wine, indulgence and dissipation!
This city lacked nothing, and it was already considered a first-tier city throughout the United States.
After strolling for a whole afternoon, when Diana left the mall carrying her various big and small bags, Kal-El's liquid assets shrank by hundreds of thousands of dollars once again.
Walking around Gotham for a whole afternoon didn't lead to any criminal cases.
Sure enough, movies and TV shows are just for the plot; a city can't always have huge criminal cases happening.
"This city is very special!"
Diana sat in the passenger seat, in a very good mood.
Kal-El fastened the seatbelt for Diana.
"Of course, it doesn't seem as exaggerated as the news says."
"The City of Crime might just be a way for those unscrupulous media to gain attention."
Diana smiled, completely disbelieving the title.
Bang!
Boom!
As soon as the two finished speaking, a huge explosion suddenly sounded.
"There's a bomb!"
The crowd fled one after another, maintaining a strange order.
In the blink of an eye, the densely packed crowd disappeared from the street.
It seemed these people were already used to it, able to complete the evacuation in such a short time.
Casualties during an earthquake should be very small; this was practically a perfect evacuation drill!
Bang! Bang!
Tat-tat-tat! Tat-tat-tat! Tat-tat—!
A few more explosions sounded in the distance, followed by a burst of intensive gunfire.
Kal-El and Diana exchanged a glance.
Gotham, you really never disappoint!
The City of Crime belongs to you without a doubt!
The vehicle stopped steadily, Kal-El took off his suit, and instantly returned to his black battle suit attire.
Diana also directly took off her coat and transformed.
Wonder Woman's sexy figure appeared once again.
Bang! Bang!
The two immediately rushed into the sky, hurrying toward the explosion site.
Bang!
With a loud crash, Kal-El bent his knees and landed heavily, his black battle suit emitting a powerful aura.
He slowly straightened up, his gaze piercing directly into the interior of the bank.
"How is it you?"
Chapter 45: Road Rage Attack
Bang!
Diana also closely followed, dropping down from mid-air.
"How is it you?"
She frowned and looked at the eccentric person inside the bank.
"Uh, would you believe me if I said my road rage flared up?"
Seeing Kal-El and Diana descend from the sky, Harley Quinn instantly froze in place and instinctively threw away the machine gun in her hand.
Bang!
The firearm heavily crashed onto the ground.
Kal-El and Diana quietly looked at Harley Quinn without speaking, and the atmosphere froze.
Harley Quinn's accomplices immediately lit up upon seeing Kal-El and Diana.
"Superman and Wonder Woman! Take them down!"
A group of masked robbers immediately aimed their guns at Kal-El and Diana.
Harley Quinn instantly panicked.
"Don't..."
Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang——!
It was already too late, and a barrage of bullets instantly enveloped the two of them.
Clang, clang, clang! Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang——!
The bullets were fast, but Diana's movements were even faster.
Her arms waved rapidly, and her body had already turned into a blur.
Too fast!
The bullets continuously struck against her bracers, and clusters of sparks bloomed on her arms.
After a round of bullets was fired, Kal-El and Dianaremained completely unharmed.
"You bunch of idiots."
At this moment, Harley Quinn completely didn't want to say anything anymore.
At this moment, a fierce glint flashed through Kal-El's eyes.
Bang!
With a loud explosion, the whole person instantly vanished from Harley Quinn's eyes.
The next moment, he had already appeared in front of a robber wearing a panda mask.
Not good!
The panda-masked man's eyes widened, followed by a sharp pain in his chest!
Fist! Leg! Knee! Elbow!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang——!
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah——!"
With every miserable scream, one person flew backward.
With a flick of his cape, the last one was struck as if by an iron chain, and a startling bloody gash appeared on his chest.
Smash! Smash——!
The bank glass shattered, the door exploded into pieces, and glass shards splattered outward.
Following a few muffled sounds of flesh colliding, the group of masked robbers lay on the ground, wailing endlessly.
Kal-El stopped his momentum, suddenly turned his head to look at Harley Quinn, his gaze like lightning.
Feeling Superman's powerful aura and the force behind his strike, Harley Quinn instinctively trembled uncontrollably.
"Uh, actually I was just passing by!"
Kal-El and Diana exchanged glances.
"Do you take us for fools?"
Diana helplessly covered her forehead.
Kal-El stepped closer and closer to Harley Quinn step by step.
"I said before, do not let me run into you committing crimes outside again. Unfortunately, your luck is not so good!"
Harley Quinn kept taking small steps backward, on the verge of crying out.
"I really just had a road rage attack!"
She was still quibbling, trying to make a last-ditch struggle.
Bang!
Her back suddenly collided with the wall behind her, with nowhere left to retreat.
She immediately looked at Kal-El with a feigned pitiful expression, tears sparkling in her eyes.
"Can you go a bit lighter? I'm afraid of pain!"
Kal-El was not fooled by her, only revealing a faint smile.
"Sure!"
"Huh? You're really going to hit me?"
She turned to look at Diana.
"Can you not hit me?"
Diana revealed a charming smile, and Harley Quinn's eyes lit up.
"Sorry, you committed a crime!"
Her face immediately dropped.
Bang!
At the last moment before losing consciousness, she saw a fist growing larger and larger in front of her.
Don't hit the face!
Bang!
Harley Quinn's body heavily collapsed to the ground in a seductive posture.
Diana walked up and looked at Harley Quinn on the ground.
"She is very interesting, but unfortunately like a lunatic!"
"The people around the clown are like this!"
Kal-El smiled slightly, casually grabbing Harley Quinn by the neck and lifting her up.
"You are just holding her like this? I'm afraid she won't last long."
Kal-El bounced Harley Quinn in his hand.
"Rest assured, I will control the force in my hand, just giving her a lesson."
Bang!
Kal-El instantly tore through the air, the powerful wind pressure blowing Harley Quinn's face out of shape.
"Ahhhhhh——!"
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
Harley Quinn was thus stimulated to wake up by the cold wind rushing into her mouth, her face also turning red from holding her breath.
"Help! Cough, cough!"
"Superman, you quickly... cough, cough... let me go!"
Harley Quinn yelled and shouted, but couldn't say a complete sentence at all.
Kal-El remained unmoved, charging straight toward Louisiana.
For an unrepentant dangerous element like Harley Quinn, Kal-El certainly would not thoughtfully use his Bio-electric Field to take care of her.
Bang!
With a loud explosion, Kal-El had already landed outside the gates of Belle Reve Penitentiary.
Casually tossing Harley Quinn onto the ground.
Bang! Bang!
"Cough!"
Harley Quinn's body rolled a circle on the ground, lying prone and coughing endlessly.
"I will definitely not let you off!"
She refused to admit defeat, her eyes looking at Kal-El filled with anger.
"You will never have that strength!"
Kal-El glanced indifferently at Harley Quinn.
Harley Quinn covered her mouth.
"I spoke too much, I was just joking."
Kal-El no longer paid attention to this somewhat neurotic Harley Quinn; this woman was simply hopeless!
"Superman"
The guards outside the prison gates rushed out, their gazes looking at Kal-El filled with worship.
Although Belle Reve Penitentiary held many heavy criminals, among them there was no lack of bizarrely powered individuals.
Even rare breeds like King Shark and Weasel.
But what kind of nobodies were they!
Compared to Superman's status, they were just a bunch of small fries.
Several guards warmly greeted him.
Kal-El smiled slightly, raising his hand to gesture toward Harley Quinn lying on the ground beside.
"This is Harley Quinn, caught by me robbing a bank, hand her over to Amanda Waller."
"Gladly!"
They excitedly looked at Harley Quinn, their eyes shining.
Being able to do things for Superman, this was an opportunity ordinary people didn't have.
"Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"
A chubby foolish-looking guard warmly issued an invitation, and the corners of Kal-El's mouth twitched slightly.
What was there to sit in a prison for?
Go in and squat?
Kal-El revealed a polite smile.
"Thank you for your hospitality, I appreciate the kind intention!"
Kal-El nodded in greeting once more, instantly tearing through the vast sky.
Bang——!
The air was visibly torn open into a ripple by Kal-El, instantly turning into a tiny black dot.
"Oh, he is really too cool!"
"Damn it, I actually forgot to ask for an autograph from Superman for my son, that could make him happy all day!"
"I should get one too!"
"You have a son too?"
"No, it's for myself, my daughter only likes Barbie dolls!"
Several of them joked with each other, suddenly realizing that Harley Quinn was still lying on the ground.
"Hey, sweetheart, congratulations on your arrival at the prison."
Harley Quinn smiled and looked at the several guards.
"This is not a happy thing."
"Be optimistic as a person, you have to think about being captured by humanity's most powerful superhero!"
"Isn't there a strong sense of accomplishment?"
The foolish guard gently handcuffed Harley Quinn.
Harley Quinn did not resist; at this moment she had not a shred of strength left in her entire body.
Hearing this foolish guard's words instantly gave her the urge to hit someone.
Do you know how he tortured me?
Pudding, come save me!
Forget it! Better not come for now!
In case he ran into Superman, she really worried about the clown's small physique.
She hadn't even... with the clown...
Chapter 46 Prison Break
Inside a secluded residence in Gotham, the clown lay quietly on the smooth floor.
All kinds of firearms were arranged around him, ranging from handguns to bazookas.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A tall, fierce-looking man walked in through the door.
"You'd better give me a reason not to beat you to death!"
The clown straightened up, picked up a long-barreled pistol from the side, and still wore a bloodthirsty smile on his face.
"Gulp!"
The man swallowed hard.
"Just got word, Harley Quinn was caught at the bank."
"Huh?"
The clown immediately grabbed his subordinate by the collar and dragged him in front of himself.
"Say that again!"
The man grew even more nervous as sweat from his forehead dripped into the corner of his eye.
He didn't dare wipe it away and repeated it once more.
The corners of the clown's mouth curved into an exaggerated arc.
"Interesting, too interesting!"
He laughed out loud, bending over with laughter.
"It seems I just rescued her not long ago!"
A trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind about something.
"Who caught her this time, is it Batman?"
For some reason, the mere thought of Batman gave him an inexplicable sense of excitement.
"No, it's Superman!"
"Superman?"
The clown was somewhat surprised. Logically speaking, a criminal of Harley Quinn's caliber didn't warrant Supermanmaking a move.
As if knowing the clown's doubt, the subordinate immediately explained.
"Superman appeared in Gotham, and Harley Quinnhappened to run into him."
The clown nodded.
"Superman, I'm not afraid of you! Get ready to break into the prison and rescue Harley Quinn."
The subordinate immediately turned and left, and the clown lay back down on the floor.
He recalled the scene where Harley Quinn had desperately jumped into the chemical solution pool of the chemical plant for him.
"Harley Quinn, it's time for us to end!"
...
Two weeks later.
In Louisiana, Harley Quinn had been transferred to Angola Prison by Amanda Waller.
In a cage-like isolation cell, Harley Quinn was locked up alone.
At this moment, she was tossing and turning on a rope in the cell, her dazzlingly white, long legs constantly stretching.
"What is she doing?"
A prison guard outside the cell asked his companion beside him.
"I don't know, probably some kind of yoga move."
The companion took out a cigarette and handed one to him as well.
Taking the cigarette, he stared at Harley Quinn in the cell and let out a slightly lewd laugh.
"I have to say, her figure is really hot."
"Too bad she's like a lunatic, otherwise I really wouldn't mind having some fun with her."
The two whispered aside, and Harley Quinn seemed to sense their burning gazes as well.
She turned over and lay sideways on the rope spanning the cell.
She extended her leg, arched her toes, and slightly beckoned towards the two prison guards.
"Sweetheart, wanna come play?"
One of the prison guards was instantly tempted watching Harley Quinn's actions, but his companion quickly pulled him back.
"She's charming, but she's also dangerous; only a lunatic can play with her."
The prison guard beside him suddenly remembered something.
He remembered that a long time ago, a guard wanted to take advantage of her, and as a result, he was dragged out by them in the end.
Word has it both of his hands were beaten into comminuted fractures.
Better forget it; this woman is a thorn-bearing rose.
Seeing that the two prison guards were only watching from afar outside the cell and didn't dare make any move.
Harley Quinn was somewhat disappointed.
"You guys are so boring, completely lacking in gentlemanly demeanor!"
She smiled and taunted the two guards who had the heart but lacked the guts, then turned back around to continue playing with her rope.
Gulp! Gulp!
The two guards couldn't help swallowing hard again.
"Seriously, I kind of regret it!"
"I admit I was a bit impulsive just now!"
The two chatted idly, turning their heads from time to time to appreciate Harley Quinn's graceful figure.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
Boom—!
Gunshots came from outside, followed by a huge explosion.
The two guards were startled by this scene; they exchanged glances and hurriedly put out the cigarette butts in their hands.
"Damn it! Someone's breaking out of prison again!"
"It must be the clown; he always treats the prison like it's his own family business!"
"I told you keeping Harley Quinn locked up here would bring trouble to the prison sooner or later."
"You certainly didn't say that when your eyes were glowing looking at her!"
Banter aside, the two men still picked up their rifles.
The two cautiously came behind the door.
Bang!
There was another huge explosion, and the two instinctively dropped to the ground.
They exchanged glances.
"Let's go, let's provide backup at the back door!"
The two tiptoed away from the dangerous area.
Outside the prison gates, the green-haired clown led a group of masked men in a wild shooting spree.
He held a machine gun in his hands, frantically spitting out bullets.
Tat-tat-tat! Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!
A dense rain of bullets shrouded the uniformed guards inside the prison.
"Ahhhhh—!"
Clusters of blood blossoms bloomed across various bodies, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of guards fell to the ground, turning into cold corpses.
Bang! Bang! Bang—!
The guards fought back with guns, and several of the clown's animal-masked subordinates behind him were hit and fell to the ground.
"Oh, you guys are really unlucky!"
The clown felt no heartache at all and turned to pull out a grenade launcher.
"Sweethearts, embrace the devil's arms!"
"Spread out!"
Whoosh—!
The security director widened his eyes and immediately shouted to warn his subordinates.
But it was too late; the grenade was already charging over with a long tail of flame.
The shell kept growing larger, heading straight for the prison guards.
Boom—!
A massive explosion rang out, and soaring flames swallowed dozens of guards at the center of the blast.
In front of such a high-powered weapon, their bodies turned into a sky full of blood mist, and severed limbs fell one after another.
"Ah—"
Screams echoed, several guards were covered in bloody flesh, and blood poured continuously from their blown-off limbs.
The security director looked at the few remaining subordinates behind him and hurriedly shouted at them.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
While retreating deeper into the prison, they used cover to resist, but it didn't play much of a role against the clown's dense firepower.
The clown and his group of masked subordinates finally breached the prison.
Reinforcement guards were still arriving.
The clown arrogantly raised the muzzle of his gun, and the roar of the machine gun was endless.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang—!
The group of masked men completely released their nature at this moment, wildly laughing as they carried out a massacre against the prison guards.
Blood blossoms bloomed incessantly, and body after body fell to the ground.
"Pudding, is that you?"
Hearing the commotion outside, Harley Quinn excitedly grabbed the iron bars and shouted.
Bang! Bang!
After two gunshots, the prison quieted down.
The clown walked into the spacious cell and took off the mask from his face.
"Pudding! Pudding!"
Harley Quinn jumped up excitedly, her eyes full of joy.
Bang!
Shattering the door lock with a shot, the clown opened the cell door and walked in.
"Pudding!"
Unable to hold back, Harley Quinn threw herself forward and tightly hugged the clown's waist.
"Let's go home, sweetheart!"
The clown slowly stroked Harley Quinn's back, whispering gently into her ear.
This is the last time I'll save you!
A hint of complexity appeared in his eyes, but it quickly turned into anticipation for the future.
I am the clown, a free lunatic, I cannot have any weaknesses!
...
"You want to break up?"