Emerald Knight

Owlman donned his power armor again, pulled out the dagger that had pierced Superwoman's heart (which was now cracked), and stabbed Superwoman in the right back.

Unlike Batman, whose plans are entirely based on uniforms, Batman keeps these in a secret room until things get out of control.

Owlman are all lethal, and they are all carried on one's person. Looking at the woman in front of him who had once cooperated with him and even shared a bed, Owlman kindly explained.

"The God of War Blade was only shattered and thrown into the volcano by you, but it was still relatively intact. I went to great lengths to retrieve it and put it back together, but unfortunately it can only be used a few times."

"As for why I killed you, you're too late. I've already submitted to the other side. Thank you for your Obedience Lasso; I will use it wisely."

Superwoman gave a bitter laugh. She never expected to die at the hands of Owlman, and one last question remained in her mind.

"What did he... he give you?"

The Owlman lacks nothing: power, wisdom, wealth, and status. Why would it submit to the other party?

"A solar system—are you satisfied with that answer?"

The solar system?!

On her deathbed, Superwoman remembered the glass jar that Owlman had brought back when he returned.

Turning my head to look, my five senses were stronger than ever before in the final moments, and I could even see the microscopic world.

A solar system was inside a glass jar; she even saw animals from another Earth inside.

"These are truly irresistible conditions."

The Superwoman's body slid off the blade and fell to the ground.

Owlman bent down to wipe the bloodstains from the God of War Blade, his cold pupils reflected on the metallic surface.

He chuckled softly at the gradually cooling corpse of the Superwoman.

"Louise, the strongest bond in this world has never been blood ties, nor checks and balances, but absolute interests."

"Alfred, collect her body and bury her in the Wayne family cemetery. She deserves it."

A middle-aged man dressed in a butler's uniform stepped out from behind, his eyes filled with a sinister aura.

"Yes, Young Master Wayne!"

The next day.

In the central hall of the Metropolis, there stands a statue of Ultraman, but its face has been replaced with Kino's.

Vehicles and airplanes from all over the world come here.

Less than 12 hours is far too rushed, but fortunately, the members of the Syndicate are no ordinary people.

Those with connections can ask Johnny Quick to deliver it; those without connections can rely on their own abilities—either by plane or car, or simply by carrying a missile and flying over.

Although they all arrived safely, everyone looked disheveled, bearing signs of exhaustion and exhaustion, and their eyes were filled with suppressed resentment.

But no one dared to miss the gathering. After all, no one dared to disobey Ultraman's orders unless he really wanted to die.

When the last aircraft, fully loaded with members of the Crime Syndicate, slowly landed in the central square of the Metropolis, thousands of people had already gathered below.

Although the Crime Syndicate actually only has about 50 members, each of them already has their own subordinates.

On the high platform, only Johnny Quick, Deathstorm, and Owlman Owl were present at this moment.

"That good-for-nothing would dare to be late for a place like this."

Johnny Quick looked impatient. "Ultraman is one thing, but how dare that coward Ring Wielder?"

At that moment, a black figure descended from the sky, with its back to the three of them.

He was wearing a black, tight-fitting combat suit that clung to his body, showcasing his muscular physique.

The clothing features green decorative lines that outline the shoulders, arms, and legs, making the overall look more striking.

The shoulder armor was connected to a black cape, which looked very dashing as it fluttered in the wind.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The man slowly turned around; it was Ring Wielder.

"You... are you truly the Ring Wielder?"

Johnny was momentarily incredulous; the face was right, but the expression didn't match.

His facial expression was serious and cold, and his eyes revealed a powerful aura and unwavering determination.

His eyebrows used to droop, but now they are thick and raised, giving him a dignified appearance.

"It's me, Johnny, but I've changed my name. You can call me the Emerald Knight."

The Ring Wielder... no, now the Emerald Knight, stared directly into Johnny Quick's eyes without flinching.

Johnny Quick averted his gaze first; the look reminded him of the policeman's gaze before he gained his powers, but he quickly became enraged.

He was scared off by the Ring Wielder.

Johnny Quick was suddenly crackling with electricity as he raised his hand and slammed it down at the guy in front of him.

"Changing your name makes you more assertive? Don't think you can just change your appearance—"

"Stop."

The Owlman's deep voice rang out, and at the Owlman's command, Johnny Quick immediately stopped, his fist less than 5 centimeters from the Emerald Knight's face.

He slowly lowered his head, a green energy blade pressed against his abdomen; if he had struck it just now, his body would have been pierced through.

"Snort!"

Johnny Quick snorted and returned to his original line.

The Emerald Knight sheathed his sword and stood beside Deathstorm, calmly accepting the scrutinizing gazes of the Crime Syndicate below.

"You've changed your ring, Emerald Knight, but it's no different from before. Without the ring, you can't do anything."

Deathstorm looked down at the Emerald Knight's Demon Ring. Was it this ring that changed him?

The Emerald Knight turned his head expressionlessly and said coldly.

"And you? You only gained power by fusing with a corpse. Without that corpse, you are nothing. Besides, how long has it been since you tasted food?"

The flames on Deathstorm's head burned fiercely.

The atmosphere, which had just eased, became incredibly oppressive again, like the calm before a storm.

Johnny Quick, on the other hand, watched with a sense of schadenfreude as the conflict unfolded, while Owlman stood quietly to the side, saying nothing more.

The members of the Crime Syndicate below the stage were just waiting to incite a fight. They wanted to kill one of them, so they too could have a chance to climb the ranks.

A room appeared deep within the Emerald Knight's consciousness.

Hal sat in front of the computer, clutching his head and wailing.

"What do I do, Carla? I made the wrong choice!"

In fact, no, he just regretted it.

[It's okay, I have a solution for every option.]

Hal breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the game interface on the computer. The screen showed the central venue of Metropolis, but in a cartoon version.

The interface next to it displays various dialogues.

Under this filter, Johnny Quick and Deathstorm, which I used to find frightening, now seem somewhat cute.

Hal controls himself, using a game filter to lessen his fear of others and gradually increasing the game's realism. In the end, the Emerald Knight is Hal.

"Carla, what's your plan?"

[Let's have a fight and show them the power of the Emerald Knight.]

"What?! But what if I get hurt? I'm terrified of pain."

Hal wants to run away at the mere mention of fighting.

[Hal, all the pain is borne by the Emerald Knight, just like in a game.]

"It's just a game, yeah, it's just a game, it won't hurt."

Hal kept muttering to himself, as if encouraging himself. His hand slowly reached for the keyboard, and a determined light gradually ignited in his eyes.