Chapitre 188: Superman vs Wonder Woman
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It took Ivan less than a day to study the blood of Hulk, Emil, and Wonder Woman. His speed was awe-inspiring. He was ready for a break. However, Red Queen came with news about an accident at the farm, forcing Ivan to return immediately.
Ivan couldn't help but be annoyed with Clark. It was clear the farm incident involved Wonder Woman. As his son, Clark couldn't even handle a woman? Ivan considered it a disgrace.
As a Phantom, Ivan arrives at the farm but remains hidden, observing the situation first. The scene was chaotic. Clark and Wonder Woman were locked in a fierce fight, causing damage to the farm buildings. Not far away, Abigail cradled a dying Henry Morgan in her arms. Their giant dog, Simba, stood protectively in front of them.
We need to rewind an hour to understand how things reached this point. Wonder Woman awoke disoriented, remembering being unconscious during her battle with Ivan. Instinctively, she rose from the bed, scanning her unfamiliar surroundings. Relief washed over her as she assumed she was in a bedroom.
However, her relief was short-lived. Wonder Woman discovered her armor missing and replaced it with a soft pair of pajamas. Only her guardian silver bracers, head ring, flying shoes, sword, and lasso remained. The situation left her flustered. What had happened while she was unconscious? Who had changed her clothes? After a thorough self-check confirming her safety, Wonder Woman felt relieved.
But where were her weapons? Wonder Woman understood their immense significance. Forged by the Olympian gods and passed down through generations on Paradise Island, they were irreplaceable treasures. Losing them would be a nightmare – she couldn't even imagine explaining it to her mother.
Just as Wonder Woman's frustration mounted, the door creaked open. A woman in a servant's uniform entered, carrying a set of clothes. "Good morning, Ms. Prince," she greeted. "Breakfast is ready. Please freshen up and join Mr. Clark in the dining room. These are some clothes I prepared for you. Please try them on."
Wonder Woman's eyes narrowed at the unexpected visitor. In a flash, she bridged the distance and grabbed the woman's neck. "Who are you? Where am I? Who changed my clothes? And where are my weapons?" she demanded coldly.
Abigail, despite the tight grip on her neck, remained calm. "I'm Abigail, a servant here," she answered. "This is Clark Farm. I changed your clothes for you. As for your weapons, they've been secured elsewhere. I don't know their exact location, but Master Clark can answer your questions."
Hearing that Abigail had changed her clothes, Wonder Woman relaxed her hold. "Clark? Who is he?" she inquired.
"Master Clark is the farm owner," Abigail explained. "He's waiting for you in the dining room and will explain everything." She then handed Wonder Woman the clothes.
Taking a moment, Wonder Woman accepted Abigail's clothes. "Go wait outside," she instructed.
"I'll get changed."
"Certainly," Abigail replied. "I'll be here if you need anything." She then exited and closed the door.
Ten minutes later, Wonder Woman emerged from the room, her usual strength and grace evident in the well-fitting women's casual wear. Abigail led her to the dining room, where she finally met the young man known as Clark. Despite the change of clothes, Wonder Woman's beauty only seemed to be accentuated. Her every move exuded an undeniable aura of heroism. Clark, momentarily speechless, quickly regained his composure.
"Ms. Prince," Clark began with a charming smile, "your beauty outshines the sun itself. Welcome to my Farm. I've prepared breakfast—I hope it suits your taste."
Diana and Clark have a surprising connection. They met during the apocalypse, but Clark was just a child then. He recognized her, but she didn't have a clue.
Diana was bursting with questions. As if reading her mind, Clark spoke first. "No matter what happened, it can wait. We can talk after breakfast if you're hungry."
She eyed the simple breakfast of milk, eggs, and bread. Somehow, the warmth emanating from the meal made her stomach grumble. Not wanting to seem rude, she sat down and took a bite. To her surprise, it was incredibly delicious. Each bite that followed, milk and eggs included, was even better, tempting her for more.
Ivan had a mutant with a special ability – super taste. To hone this unique talent, he hired the world's best chefs to teach him, transforming him into the culinary master known as the God of Cooking. He prepared the food Wonder Woman enjoyed and delivered directly through a space door. It was a delightful experience unlike any other, making her stop only after devouring twice her usual amount.
"Alright, Clark,"
Diana began, "you've had your meal. Now explain everything. Who are you? What's your connection to Ivan? Why am I here? And where are my weapons?"
Clark sighed inwardly. The inevitable confrontation was upon him, thanks to the trouble his father caused. "Since you want answers," he started, "my full name is Clark Shaw. Ivan, or Ivan Shaw as you call him, is my father. You were unconscious when he brought you here. Your weapons are safe with him and are currently being studied. He'll return them soon, no worries."
"You're Ivan's son!" She exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. But then she remembered the recent hospitality and hesitated, unsure if she had a reason for aggression. She forced down the urge to attack.
"Yes, we are father and son," Clark continued. "I don't know the specifics of your grudge with him, but wouldn't it be better to settle it peacefully? You've been chasing him for years. Surely, your anger has subsided somewhat. Why not-"
"Enough!" She snapped, cutting him off. "The animosity between your father and me is undeniable and cannot be resolved simply. Take me to him now, or face the consequences!"
Clark couldn't help but tremble under her fierce gaze. He wondered what his father had done to evoke such hatred.
"I can't do that without my father's approval," Clark explained. "Your weapons are with him. If you want them back, you'll have to wait patiently. You can leave if you have other obligations, pick them up later, or tell me a location, and I'll arrange delivery."
"Not! I have no patience. You have two options: lead me to him willingly, or I'll beat it out of you."
Anger flared within Clark, too. 'The nerve!' he thought. 'Does she think I'm afraid?'
He met her gaze defiantly. Leading the way was absolutely out of the question.
"If that's your choice," he declared, "don't blame me for what happens next."
Wonder Woman reached out to grab him, confident in her superior strength, even without her weapons. She figured overpowering Clark would be easy.
The fight escalated quickly. Wonder Woman reached out to grab Clark, confident in her superior strength. But she was wrong. Clark grabbed her wrist and held firm. They strained against each other, and she realized Clark was stronger. She retaliated with a punch, but Clark was faster. He grabbed her other wrist, his grip like iron. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.
Clark separated her arms, but she wasn't finished. Gritting her teeth, she lowered her head and slammed into him, aiming for the bridge of his nose. This tactic, born from her combat experience, worked. With all his strength, Clark lacked a seasoned warrior's expertise. The blow caught him off guard, causing him pain and a yelp. His grip loosened, and Wonder Woman seized the opportunity. She charged out of the hole she'd created, aiming another punch at Clark.
Just as Wonder Woman reached mid-punch, a loud animal roar erupted from her side. A giant black dog, Simba, lunged at her. His body proliferated as he charged, transforming from a half-meter tall dog to a two-meter behemoth. His gaping maw threatened to engulf Wonder Woman.
Wonder Woman planned to dodge, but Simba unleashed a powerful suction force. Her body lurched forward involuntarily, straight into his jaws. Simba clamped down on her arm and shook his head violently. Flung through the air, Wonder Woman crashed into the ground, creating another crater.
Despite the searing pain, Wonder Woman knew she couldn't stay still. Every second she lay, there was an invitation for another attack. Pushing through the agony, she rolled away from Simba's follow-up attack just as he leaped.
Looking around frantically, Wonder Woman spotted a truck nearby. As the monstrous dog charged again, his suction attempting to limit her movements, Wonder Woman lunged for the car and hurled it at Simba with all her might.
This was the farm's truck, and Simba, being an intelligent dog, knew better than to be crushed by it. He swerved to avoid the flying vehicle.
"Watch out!" Wonder Woman cried out as she threw the truck. Unfortunately, behind Simba stood Abigail, who had just come out to check on the commotion. The truck's trajectory was headed straight for her.
The distance was too great, and Wonder Woman's throw was too forceful. Help was impossible. Abigail was about to be crushed when a figure suddenly emerged from behind her, shoving her out of the way. He took the full brunt of the truck's impact.
With a loud bang, the truck rolled over dozens of meters before exploding in a fiery inferno. Abigail, shaken but alive, scrambled to the wreckage and pulled out a mangled figure. It was Dr. Henry Morgan, his body broken and bloody, barely clinging to life.
Tears streamed down Abigail's face as she cradled her husband. Even though she knew he could be revived, the sight of his horrific injuries was unbearable.
Clark, his nose throbbing from Wonder Woman's headbutt, emerged from the pit just in time to witness the devastating scene. He had grown up under the care of the Morgans, considering them family. His love and trust for them had only intensified over the years. To see Wonder Woman inflict such harm on them filled him with a rage that burned hotter than any fire.
"You'll pay for this!" Clark roared, his fury a tangible presence. He transformed into a blur, moving several times faster than before. A murderous glint hardened his gaze as he launched himself at Wonder Woman, his fist aimed for a devastating blow.
Wonder Woman, wracked with guilt, barely defended herself. The kind-hearted warrior within her recoiled from the unintended harm she'd caused. The self-blame clouded her judgment, leaving her vulnerable to Clark's relentless assault.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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