The Universe's Strongest Warrior Race

Who were they? Where had they come from?

The superheroes looked at one another, and Batman ultimately took charge of the negotiations. The Kryptonians silently stepped aside. With the situation unclear, Faora chose to watch and wait while reporting the situation to Zod.

In the Southern Hemisphere, Superman and Zod had been fighting when the World Engine suddenly stopped working. Zod realized something had happened in Metropolis, kicked Superman away, and shot into the clouds.

"Who are you people? And what do you mean by selling Earth for a good price? If you mean that literally, then I'm sorry, but Earth refuses you entry." Encased in his armor, Batman's voice had been processed into something deep and muffled, carrying an intimidating weight.

"Hahaha, you've got some nerve..." Nappa raised a hand and tapped his scanner. After glancing at Batman, he said disdainfully, "I thought you were something special. Turns out you're just trash with a power level below 1,000."

"Vegeta, can I kill him?"

"Suit yourself, but keep the commotion down. Don't destroy this place. Plenty of buyers like collecting backward primitive planets like this, especially the PM2.5 in the air. They're addicted to the smell." Vegeta spoke with a perfectly straight face.

"Don't worry. Cleaning up this bunch of trash will be easy." Nappa descended from the sky with a savage grin and strode toward Batman.

Alarm bells rang in Batman's mind, and he immediately assumed a defensive stance. Though he had no idea what a power level of 1,000 meant, he had great confidence in himself. No matter how strong that bald alien was, he could only be so much stronger than a Kryptonian.

"Heh heh, there's no need to resist. Dying at the hands of Lord Nappa is your honor!" Nappa gave a textbook demonstration of a