"So, just die!"
As the Anti-Life Equation shattered Clark's defenses, Darkseid was already before him. His massive fist slammed viciously into Superman's head, knocking him back down to the ground.
Even the powerful Superman could only take a beating when facing Darkseid right now, leaving Clark deeply humiliated and enraged.
But what could he do? He simply couldn't beat him!
"Chen Mu, save me! Help me!"
If he couldn't win but still wanted to live, what was he supposed to do? Naturally, he had to call for help!
Struggling to block Darkseid's attack, the battered and bruised Superman Clark suddenly shouted for help.
Pride no longer mattered. The most important thing now was figuring out how to stay alive.
No one wanted to die, and Superman was no exception. If he could avoid death, why stubbornly throw his life away?
Without the slightest hesitation, Superman Clark cried for help once more.
Why "once more"? Why did this scene seem strangely familiar?
Clang!
Darkseid's fist abruptly stopped, because a figure had silently appeared before him and casually caught his punch with one hand.
That person was naturally Chen Mu. Hearing Superman call for help, Chen Mu stepped forward.
Compared to the towering, burly Darkseid, Chen Mu looked exceptionally slight. Yet unbelievably, Darkseid's fist, which looked larger than Chen Mu's entire upper body, was now easily held in Chen Mu's hand, unable to advance even an inch.
The sight was incredibly incongruous, yet it had undeniably happened right before Darkseid's eyes.
"Who are you?"
Darkseid asked grimly, his expression darkening. He had not expected Earth to truly possess another unfathomably powerful being. He tried to force his fist forward, but Chen Mu did not budge in the slightest, filling him with shock.
In their contest of strength, he was clearly no match.