I'd Wanted to Do This for Ages

Vuko, of course, could not allow others to interfere with his seizure of the target's power. Without needing any additional orders, the acting commander on the warship issued the order to remove the obstruction.

The Diberians wouldn't resort to using their cannons for a single human target. Besides, the human was too close to both the target and the leader, making friendly fire a risk. Therefore, the order to expel the interference was quickly issued to the flight squadron.

Two single-person airships approached Clown-Sup side-by-side, their plasma cannons firing continuously at a high frequency.

Just like flies and mosquitoes, although they can't cause serious harm to humans, they are annoying!

Immersed in his own background music, Clown-Sup was naturally annoyed by the two fighter jets buzzing around him and firing at him randomly as if he were a target.

So, in a fit of anger, his Super Brain immediately calculated a precise angle, and the radio in his hand shot out like a cannonball, hitting the slightly forward single-person airship at a golden angle.

Even without knowing the mechanical structure and layout of these alien spaceships, as long as enough force is applied,

It would also cause it to shift. So the airship flew alongside it, and the one slightly behind crashed into it!

The alien single-person small spacecraft, which had not been designed with many collision protection measures, unsurprisingly exploded into a fireball in mid-air, achieving a "killing two birds with one stone" kill. Clown-Sup gave himself a victory pose.

Just as he was about to dance with joy, he suddenly realized something: the damn background music had stopped!

"Where's my radio?" Suddenly remembering that he had just thrown the radio away, Clown-Sup cried out with a mournful face, "I promised to return it! What am I going to do now that it's broken?"

But then he suddenly stopped crying and muttered to himself, "But I never made that promise to anyone in person, so let's just pretend it never happened. You have to catch a thief red-handed or an adulterer in the act. There's no stolen goods, so I'm not a thief."

This is reasonable and legal.

Then, like a deflated balloon, he said listlessly, "But without the background music, it's like the entire buffer has disappeared. I'm not playing anymore, I want to go home."

Little did he know that things in this world don't always go as planned. Just because Clown-Sup wants to leave the stage and bow after his one-man show doesn't mean others will let him off the hook.

The plan was to deal with the troublemakers first, then slowly work on the target with Cosmic Rays energy. Vuko turned around, looked at the guy whose appearance differed from that of the average native, and said, "I remember you. I punched you before, I didn't expect you to survive."

"I'll owe you for now, add the interest, and I'll ask you for it back another day." Clown-Sup waved his hand, wanting to go home and sleep.

Who knew that Vuko disregarded martial ethics, and a fierce blow came from behind, aimed directly at the spine in the lower back.

For an ordinary person, let alone being paralyzed on one side, they might be cut in half and die on the spot.

But Clown-Sup was simply thrown away and crashed into a pile of grass nearby.

The Joker, who stood up with a few weeds on his head, had a smiling mask on his face that made it impossible to read his expression.

But the hands tucked into his waistbands, the rise and fall of his chest, and the way he looked down all suggested that he was very angry.

The Diberians, of course, couldn't understand human emotions, let alone body language. Vuko simply stared indifferently at his chosen opponent, wondering why his attack hadn't taken his life.

Even if it were one's own people, dressed in full individual combat gear, they might not be able to defend against the kick I just delivered.

Although the new abilities gained from absorbing Cosmic Rays have not yet been fully developed, Vuko is very clear about the extent of the enhancement.

Judging from the behavior of the natives he had encountered before, they were even more vulnerable than his own people. So, what was so special about this native? Vuko pondered.

After being kicked away and landing face-first, the Clown-Sup disgruntled, strode forward, pointing at Vuko's nose and saying, "I'm a perfect gender equality advocate, don't push me!"

After two unsuccessful attempts, Vuko decided to change his approach.

Because he hadn't yet mastered the use of the energy he absorbed, his Vuko were previously only used to strengthen himself, at most combined with some telekinetic ranged attacks.

It's not that he can't do what Jean Grey did, influencing the existence of the real world simply by being awake. It's actually a manifestation of overflowing power, an uncontrollable force.

It's not that Vuko can't do the same thing, but it will take time and effort to become proficient. Since there were more efficient methods to deal with weaker enemies, why waste energy?

However, if you encounter an enemy that cannot be defeated by simple methods, then upgrading your tactics is a very reasonable option.

His hands rubbed together in mid-air, attempting to use that energy to influence the dimension of reality. It didn't need to be too meticulous; as long as it achieved a destructive effect, that was enough.

Once Vuko felt he had grasped some of the technique, he pushed his hand forward, intending to erase... where was the person?

Suddenly appearing behind Vuko, Clown-Sup shouted, "Watch my Gender Equality Fist!"

The next instant, an infinitely magnified fist filled Vuko's entire field of vision. The Diberians leader, who had taken a solid punch, almost had his head blown off; his neck had been stretched to its limit, barely managing to stay connected to his body.

This punch made Vuko see stars. Let alone whether he had ever had such an experience after being enhanced by Cosmic Rays; even before the enhancement, when he was fighting in the universe, he had never been punched with such an effect.

His almost fading consciousness snapped back to reality when his arm was grabbed. His gaze refocused on the man so close to him. For a moment, Vuko felt as if his brain had stopped working, unsure how to react.

Clown-Sup then said, "Looks like my support for gender equality isn't strong enough. How about this?" and delivered another powerful punch!

And this time, Clown-Sup didn't stop. With each question, "Is that enough?", the punches aimed at Vuko's head grew more and more powerful.

With the support of the Phoenix Force, Vuko recovers from every injury he suffers in the shortest possible time. However, this overuse comes at the cost of depleting his mental energy.

The part that belonged to the Diberians was gradually replaced by the Phoenix. But the will to survive and the fear that gradually took hold of his Mind Stone meant that no one could predict what he would eventually become.

All of this manifests outwardly as Vuko's body also leaking out uncontrollably, like flames floating on his skin.

"Oh no, there's a fire!" Upon seeing this, Clown-Sup immediately abandoned the person, leaving him limp on the ground.

He quickly unzipped his pants, pulled out a faucet, and said, "Putting out the fire is the priority! Watch me spit it out! Hehe, I've been wanting to do this for a while now."