When Gods Fight, Mortals Suffer
"Who are you?"
Clark looked around at the familiar yet unfamiliar world. After a moment of confusion, his sharp gaze finally landed on Beckett.
Having just been resurrected and still not fully conscious, he sensed a sense of danger from the tailed man in front of him.
A strong sense of crisis.
A sense of crisis even greater than that of Kryptonian General Zod was once a formidable foe.
"Who are you?"
Beckett cracked his knuckles and squinted as he countered with a question.
He also felt threatened by this man.
"Clark Kent, codenamed Superman, real identity: Kryptonian. Possesses Heat Vision..."
As Beckett's combat-aid Artificial Intelligence life form, Woz provided Clark's specific information immediately after completing the scan.
Woz even pulled out a file that Bruce Wayne had long since sealed away and placed it in front of Beckett— "The Superman Countermeasure Plan".
"Was it you who woke me up?"
Having lain in the coffin for so long, Clark's mind was clearly not working properly, and the anger from having his coffin lid flipped made him extremely hostile.
His tone was very aggressive.
He remembered very clearly that he should be dead.
The coffin was covered and the soil was laid, but now the grave has been dug up, the tombstone destroyed, and even the coffin lids covered with soil have been pushed off.
Even in death, he can't rest in peace?
Why force him to do sit-ups in his coffin?
"I hate it when people look at me like that."
Beckett slowly raised his right hand, palm open, and aimed it at Clark's fierce eyes.
Call out!
A silver beam of energy shot straight toward Clark's forehead, but he tilted his head slightly at an extremely fast speed, narrowly escaping death.
"What? Who is that?"
The bio-mechanical android Victor Stone, who rushed to the scene, looked puzzled at the figure confronting Superman Clark, as he couldn't find any information about that person.
"I think I know him. Bruce said he was a descendant of the Titan God and his name was Beckett."
"Don't worry, I know him, he's a good person—"
Barry Allen, who had also arrived at Superman's location, explained, but the relaxed smile on his face instantly froze the next second.
"Barry Allen, are you sure?"
Boom!!!!
The ear-piercing sonic boom instantly ignited the entire empty square!
Still resurrected and not quite back to his senses, Superman Clark, brimming with rage and morning grumpiness, gets into a fierce battle with Beckett, who attacks him...
"Uh... now, I'm not so sure." Barry Allen shrugged, a hint of embarrassment on his face.
"Your His Highness Beckett, the target's energy is rapidly increasing; you will need kryptonite to—"
"No, I don't need that kind of thing."
Beckett, who had been thrown to the ground by Clark, creating a large crater, stood up, his jet-black hair suddenly turning golden!
"Drink!"
With his blond hair and blue eyes, Beckett's power surged instantly.
"Get out of here!"
With almost instantaneous speed, Beckett appeared above Clark's head.
He clenched his fists with his fingers interlaced and slammed them hard onto Clark's head, slamming Clark, who had just turned around, into the square, creating a huge human-shaped crater and sending dust flying everywhere!
Sizzle!
Two beams of energy, powerful enough to pierce Beckett's chest, instantly pierced through the mist, like two sharp swords aimed straight at Beckett's chest!
A burst of silver energy erupted from Beckett's hand, instantly overshadowing Krypton's Heat Vision!
Boom!
The surging energies collided, and the resulting aftershocks shattered the empty square into pieces!
Gravel flew everywhere, and yellow dust billowed up!
Barry Allen and Victor Stone, who were observing from the sidelines, exchanged glances and looked at each other blankly.
This level of battle is completely beyond their current capabilities to intervene in.
"Hey! You're not enemies! There's no need for that—"
Boom!
Barry Allen, who was about to resort to words when he couldn't bring himself to use his hands, vanished instantly!
The arrival of the Heat Vision and energy waves blasted a bottomless crater into the spot where he had been standing!
"This is insane! This is insane!"
"Where's Bruce! Tell Bruce quickly! Let him think of a solution!"
"If this continues, they won't just demolish this square, they might even demolish the entire city!"
Victor Stone, who had been conducting energy Spectrum assessments, looked extremely grim.
Whether it was Clark or Beckett, the various data they unleashed changed every second, and the seemingly endless increase completely overturned Victor Stone's various concepts about "energy".
"I understand! I'll go bring him over right now!"
Barry Allen, who escaped using the Speed Force, vanished instantly, and the next second, Bruce Wayne, driving the Batmobile, appeared at the edge of the battlefield.
"What happened?"
"This is the last thing Diana wanted to see. Superman doesn't seem to be the Superman we know anymore."
Barry Allen answered honestly, pointing to the two figures colliding in the sky.
The flying Heat Vision and energy blasts left the entire spacious square in ruins.
Bang bang bang bang bang!!!!!!
The brutal, hand-to-hand combat ignited Beckett's passion.
"Hey, is that all you've got?"
It was another fierce and evenly matched brawl. After they separated, Beckett, panting heavily, beckoned with his finger towards Clark, whom he had punched and sent flying into the distance.
His black Battle Suit was already torn, and sweat was unusually beaded on his forehead, but the provocative curve of Beckett's lips only grew more blatant.
Thump!
The ear-piercing sonic boom rang out again, and the two figures collided once more at a speed that was completely beyond the reach of the naked eye!
Boom!!!
The crimson Heat Vision intertwined with the silvery energy waves, the aftershocks shaking the entire city and shocking the world!
"Roar!!!"
It was impossible to tell whose roar it was.
At a speed no one could predict, Metropolis, the city once protected by Superman, fell in an instant.
Sirens blared, and people fled in panic.
Trampling, crowding, wailing.
The collapsed skyscrapers and the shattered asphalt surface tolled a death knell for the ordinary people of the metropolis, signaling their impending doom.
Bruce Wayne, dressed as Batman, stood atop the ruins, staring blankly at the two figures still locked in combat in the sky.
What echoed in his ears were the cries and wails of the citizens of the metropolis.
"Dad! Dad! Someone save my dad! Please!!" The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy struggled to push the huge rock pressing down on his father, roaring in his final struggle;
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy, where are you?! Mommy!" A six- or seven-year-old girl cried uncontrollably, clutching her brightly colored Barbie doll, her young body being pushed away by the crowd towards what is called heaven...
Bruce Wayne's eyes were bloodshot, it was hard to tell whether it was from anger or sadness.
The harsh reality turned into a deep sense of self-blame that kept gnawing at the heart of this Gotham guardian, and the helplessness he felt when he witnessed Superman Clark fighting his fellow Kryptonian General Zod once again surged into his heart.
The battle in the sky continues...