Shattered Metropolis

"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz suggests you use Kryptonite to defeat Superman Clark Kent."

The dutiful Woz continued to persuade Beckett.

Kryptonite is the only weakness of this Kryptonian, Clark Kent, and in the documents Woz reviewed, many of Superman's enemies had exploited this weakness.

Of course, Bruce Wayne is currently the only one in the world who has truly mastered the art of using Kryptonite.

Woz's Kryptonite combat plan was evolved from Bruce Wayne's "Superman Counter Plan".

Saiyan version that would be perfect for Beckett.

If time allowed, Woz could even forge a suit of armor out of kryptonite.

With Beckett's strength, wearing that Kryptonite armor, he could easily defeat Superman Clark without any chance of fighting back.

As for where to find so much Kryptonite... Bruce Wayne doesn't have any, but another man named Lex Luthor does.

Woz knew everything perfectly well.

That's why it doesn't quite understand why Superman Clark didn't shoot those two audacious humans from 800 miles away with a Heat Vision.

Given Clark's current capabilities, he is fully capable of doing it.

"I don't need it."

Beckett rose from the ruins of the building, shook off the debris, and flexed his knuckles as he faced Clark was also flying out of the ruins.

Kryptonite?

What is that thing?

What is he here for?

Is it edible?

Beckett punched Clark in the right cheek, and at the same time, he received a punch in the chest from Clark.

Physical intimacy is always the most primal desire of life.

Regardless of the type of collision.

Clark's hostility grew stronger over time.

The frenzied battle caused certain factors within him to overcome the remaining confusion, and his chaotic mind was gradually dominated by intense killing intent.

Under the blazing sun, the power within Clark's body continued to surge!

"Aaaaaah!!!"

An extremely rare roar appeared on Clark's body, Kryptonian, who was gradually going berserk, finally began to gain the upper hand in this battle.

In layman's terms, it means: turning evil makes you three times stronger.

His sharply defined muscles gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight, and the speed at which they grew was so fast that even Beckett couldn't react in time and was caught off guard.

Thump!

Superman crashed into him, his hands locking him firmly around the waist, dragging Beckett across the cracked asphalt of Metropolis in an exceptionally strong and controlling manner, leaving a deep, bottomless gash!

"You bastard!!!"

Beckett's roar immediately hovered over the metropolis, and a silver-white energy beam stretched across the sky and earth in an instant!

The surge of energy destroyed all the buildings and caused countless deaths!

Sizzle!!

Clark, who barely dodged the attack, fired two berserk Heat Vision at Beckett underground!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

Countless energy beams surged toward the direction Beckett pointed, their dense array weaving a net that sent dust flying throughout the metropolis!

An arrogant golden aura mixed with blue Flash struck Clark's chest, and the collision of fists once again produced a metallic sound!

Thump!

A dull collision, a fierce confrontation!

In his Super Saiyan Two form, Beckett was shocked to discover that the power emanating from the man opposite him was showing signs of increasing again!

You can't beat me.

"And I can kill you!"

The square face, twisted by malevolence, was filled with murderous intent. Faced with a powerful enemy, the Kryptonian instinctively decided to unleash his cheat code on the spot.

And his pendant came from the blazing sun high in the sky!

"Many people have said they wanted to kill me, but in the end they all died, at my hands."

"Except for a woman named Hela, who died at the hands of her father."

Beckett wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the next second, another sonic boom occurred!

Fist, palm, elbow, knee, leg.

Even the shoulders and the head.

Every part of their bodies became a weapon in Beckett's battle with Clark, and their attacks, which came down like a storm, left the world with textbook examples of combat.

The fusion fighting style inherited from Krypton and the Titan fighting style from the Dark Order were broadcast live in front of countless cameras!

If we disregard the constantly destroyed buildings, this is indeed a feast for all combat sports enthusiasts.

The Kryptonian's steel body gradually cracked, and Saiyan blood dripped continuously.

The dilapidated metropolis finally let out its last, unbearable groan, and shattered with a deafening crash!

As far as the eye can see, there is devastation everywhere.

The once bustling city has become a wasteland in the blink of an eye.

A transformed Superman and a strange Beckett, Kryptonian resurrected and Saiyan passing through the land—a battle with a comical cause casts a shadow over the hearts of all humanity.

"You!"

"Aren't you superheroes?! Huh?!"

Having lost his wife and children, the zombie fled in panic to the edge of an empty square, where he saw Bruce Wayne in his iconic Batman costume.

Having lost everything, the fearless man approached them with tears still wet on his face, grabbed Batman's shoulders, shook him, roared, and questioned him.

Despair, oppression, anger, sorrow.

A mix of emotions welled up inside the man, causing tears to stream down his face like a burst dam. "Why... why..."

From anger to sobs, the man's knees, which fell limply, shattered the last vestiges of pride in Bruce Wayne's heart.

"Young Master Bruce, which one do you want to wear first, the Superman armor or the anti-Titan armor?"

Alfred, who had come from Gotham with two suits of armor, arrived late, accompanied by Diana.

"Uh, Diana, I think I can solve it—" Barry Allen tried to explain, but Diana pushed him away.

Snap!

A sharp slap landed on Bruce Wayne's face, and Diana's angry expression silenced Victor Stone, who was standing to the side.

In that instant, he seemed to see the true majesty of a god.

"I've told you Bruce, I don't agree with your decision."

"Now, this is the consequence of your decision."

"Your decision."

Diana, her face cold, turned and drew the longsword from behind her, walking towards the two gods fighting in the distance.

Theoretically speaking, she is also a god.

Although he was only a demigod.

"Diana!"

"Come with me to Barry, along with that new friend."

"We must stop this battle."

The divine power originating from Mount Olympus surged within Diana, and despite her still-healing body, a sickly flush rose to her face.

"No, we've already tried—"

"I already said that!"

Diana turned to the side, her undeniable authority causing Barry Allen to open his mouth, but he was unable to continue speaking.

"Follow me, now."

Thank you to [Beautiful Meixi] for the generous donation!

No extra chapters today, I'll see if I can add one tomorrow~

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