Capítulo 108: How should I deal with you?
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The entire base shook, and the deep pit sank further down, with waves of earth rolling away, causing an explosion of air that swept dozens of meters and prevented anyone from getting close.
Boom!
A towering figure emitting purple light, his eyes shooting out menacing purple light. David, using his energy manipulation abilities, and consuming cosmic energy, enhanced his physical strength to an unparalleled level.
One punch after another smashed down, like an earthquake, even causing nearby buildings in the base to collapse.
"Once I break through this iron shell, let's see if you still have the courage to talk about ultimate weapons in front of me!"
Under his iron fists, the silver-gray metal was no longer undamaged, and one punch after another left dents on John Coburn's battle armor.
"Warning, battle armor damage: 5 %... 8 %..."
"How is this possible?!"
In front of him, blinding red light and warning sirens sounded, leaving John Coburn in disbelief.
Although the damage was not extensive at the moment, even a slight damage to the Zero armor was hard for him to accept.
"Dr. Owens evaluated this battle armor; it's supposed to allow the wearer to survive a nuclear explosion, even if they are in its center!"
"That's because this battle armor is designed for energy defense!"
He struck back with a punch, but it was caught, and David continued to strike, causing the pit to deepen.
David's fist had not yet reached the power equivalent to a nuclear explosion, but the defense capabilities of this battle armor were not that strong.
'Promethium comes in two types: depleted and volatile.
Part of Cyborg's body is composed of the consumable type, which is simply hard. But the most important thing is the volatile type. One of its characteristics is the ability to absorb energy nearly indefinitely.'
It was somewhat similar to his energy manipulation, but it could only absorb and not release energy at will, and it couldn't absorb the simplest kinetic energy for him, like a giant battery.
Wearing this battle armor allows survival at the center of a nuclear explosion because it can absorb the energy of the explosion.
'I can't let him continue attacking.'
The battle armor continued to take damage, and John Coburn's confidence was shattered. He withdrew his fist and tried to escape from David.
Whoosh!
He activated the thrusters beneath his feet.
But just as he flew a short distance, David lightning-fast grabbed the foot of the battle armor and slammed it heavily onto the ground, delivering a series of punches.
Bang, bang, bang!
The breastplate of the Zero armor began to deform and shatter.
"No, stop him quickly!
We can't let him destroy the Zero armor!"
Seeing the breastplate of the Zero armor deforming, Sam Lane's face turned pale. He grabbed the microphone and shouted urgently.
Bang, bang, bang!
The combat helicopters that had been waiting in the sky opened fire.
The bullets hit David, like gentle raindrops, having no effect whatsoever. He turned and fired a heat beam into the sky, causing several aircraft to crash and explode. Then, he turned around and delivered another punch.
Fear filled John Coburn's eyes, his previous confidence in the battle armor no longer existed.
He now felt like the battle armor was a tin can, and this tin can was about to be opened, which would mean his death.
"No!"
John Coburn struggled in anger, punching back, but his punches landed on David as if they were hitting a 10,000-meter-high mountain, unable to budge him in the slightest, making him look like a little girl being pinned to the ground, and his counterattack seemed ridiculous.
[Warning, 98 % damage to the breastplate of the battle armor.]
Crack!
The teeth-gritting sound of metal tearing.
The thick breastplate was pierced, creating a large hole. A substantial shockwave pressed into the battle armor, John Coburn's eyes bulged, his sternum cracked and collapsed, and he could no longer breathe.
Having lost the protection of his battle armor, John Coburn died before David's fist even reached him.
'The volatile type of Prometheus metal has another ability, which allows genetic mutations to gain superpowers, but only Steve Dayton has created a large number of superhumans through it, so there must be a special method.'
Nevertheless, it didn't matter since Prometheus metal had already been invented, it would be nice to pay him a visit some other day.
David straightened up and glanced at the destroyed battle armor, then looked at Clark.
Boom!
At that moment, Clark was knocked down by an RPG rocket. David swiftly arrived at Clark's side, and with an energy laser sweep, the soldiers holding guns were engulfed in purple light, evaporating into the world, leaving behind pools of molten metal.
"Is it over?"
Clark, in tattered clothing, stood up and said, "We need to leave quickly."
"The mastermind behind this is still fine. Just wait here," David replied, not waiting for Clark to say anything, and disappeared from the spot at high speed.
"Don't..."
Clark suggested leaving because he didn't want more people to die at the hands of his brother who had come to rescue him, but his brother didn't pay him any attention.
He could only watch his brother leave, unable to do anything with his weakened body.
If Clark wanted to know where the base commander and the person in charge were, given his super hearing abilities, he surely knew, but David didn't think he would tell him. So, he decided to take the direct route.
Three seconds later.
Having explored most of the base at high speed, he tore open a large door made of steel.
A group of special forces soldiers sweated profusely, aiming their guns at the door as if facing a formidable enemy.
A figure emitting a brilliant purple light slowly walked in, ignoring the bullets fired at him. He casually scanned the room, and one by one, the soldiers evaporated and disappeared from the world.
In the end, there was only a group of frightened operators and two people left in the room.
Ignoring those trembling guys, David looked at the two people standing in the room.
What surprised him was that they were all his acquaintances.
"Lex Luthor."
It wasn't too surprising to see Luthor here, considering his involvement with events related to Superman.
David suspected that it was Luthor who had manipulated Clark's kind-hearted nature to lay a trap for him and make him lose consciousness, leading to his capture.
The other one was...
"Sam Lane?"
Seeing the middle-aged man in general's uniform, with a tough demeanor and a gun in his hand, the murderous intent that had been churning in David's heart momentarily froze.
"This Mr. Alien? Do you know General Lane?" Luthor asked, surprised.
The tone in which David mentioned Luthor's name was dismissive, as if he were talking about a dead person. However, when he mentioned Sam Lane, there was some surprise.
"You don't seem to be afraid?" David's flashed, and he lifted Luthor by the neck, squinting his eyes.
Luthor was known for being paranoid, arrogant, selfish, and a mad genius, but he was not someone who was unafraid of death. Quite the opposite, he valued his life greatly and often showed fear of death when facing a crisis.
"Ah..." Suddenly seeing the alien blur in his vision, Sam Lane instinctively raised his gun to shoot, but the heat beam following closely heated the gun instantly, causing him to cry out in pain, and threw the red-hot gun away in embarrassment.
"Stand there honestly; I haven't decided how to deal with you yet."
When separated by a screen, he didn't feel anything, but facing each other in person, the cold and powerful aura struck Sam Lane in the face. His chest tightened, and he struggled to catch his breath, feeling like a sharp knife was pressing against his spine. His entire body stiffened, and he didn't dare to move.
"I just happened to be here, discussing some business with General Lane.
Don't get the wrong idea."
Facing the warning, David turned back, and Luthor raised his hands in surrender, smiling.
Luthor's behavior had only one possible explanation: he still had a card up his sleeve to save his own life.
But what card did Luthor have to escape in front of him?
Suddenly, David felt that Luthor's skin was a bit too smooth, smoother than a woman's skin, like... synthetic rubber?
He squeezed harder, and the sound of metal deforming rang out.
Luthor's neck was twisted, sparks of electricity emitted from his neck, but he still maintained a smile on his face.
"Mr. Alien, if disposing of my android can appease you, I hope this works."
Sam Lane, who was startled, widened his eyes. This kind of technological expertise was undoubtedly beyond his understanding of civilian technology.
"Are you very proud?"
David raised an eyebrow.
"Not particularly.
Judging from the losses this base is currently suffering, it seems that you are completely opposite in character to Superman. Thinking about it; after today, I'm afraid I won't be able to appear in public in my true form anymore, and that gives me a headache."
Luthor replied.
His words were half true and half false.
David could tell that he was in a very bad mood right now, probably because one of his trump cards had been revealed so quickly, but he also sensed Luthor's pride in his technology.
Sizzle!
In a matter of seconds, Luthor's head was torn from his body, and the headless android body was thrown to the ground like trash. David looked at him indifferently.
"You're right. From today onward, Lex Luthor is as good as dead. He will always hide in the gutter like a rat and never show himself in the sunlight again. Otherwise, what awaits you is to melt away like ice in this world."
Understanding David's threat, Luthor's face turned ugly.
If he couldn't appear in public again, the Luthor Corporation he controlled sooner or later may face trouble. When his billions of assets turned to dust, would he still be Lex Luthor?
"And it's best to keep one eye open when you sleep. Cherish the time you have left."
Purple radiance gleamed in David's eyes.
"Because one day, you might not wake up after falling asleep. This world is quite mysterious. To kill someone, you don't always have to find them."
His words made Luthor's expression change drastically, and a shadow instantly enveloped his brow. He knew that David's words were not an exaggeration. He had encountered another side of this world, such as the Wishing Stone...
"I..."
In just a few seconds, his expression changed several times, and Luthor's gaze was uncertain. He opened his mouth to say something.
[Fear from Lex Luthor +12...]
But David didn't intend to waste more words on him. The scorching heat beam melted Luthor's android head, cutting off his signal.
"Only you're left. How should I deal with you?"
A puddle of melted iron flowed down from his hand, and David turned his gaze toward Sam Lane, his terrifying appearance causing Sam Lane's face to pale, and he kept backing away.
"Don't come any closer!"
If someone else had orchestrated this attack against Clark, David would have easily made them disappear into another world with just a glance.
But the person in front of him had an awkward identity.
'Sam Lane, the father of Lois Lane; That is to say, he is Clark's future father-in-law.'
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