Anti-Alien Weapon

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yellow sand covered the ground, and smoke rose into the air. Countless afterimages flickered across the sky and land, leaving only fleeting shadows whenever they paused before vanishing again. Energy shocks collided, and fierce storms squeezed outward, making the air hum with piercing booms that always arrived a second late.

The four of them were locked in a chaotic melee. Vegeta fought three against one without falling behind in the slightest. If he won this fight, he would be the undisputed MVP of the battlefield.

The intense battle churned the air. Their speed was so great that the air was repeatedly blasted into vacuums, producing thunderous sonic booms. A black armored arm suddenly shot out and clamped down on Vegeta's wrist, slowing his high-speed movement.

It was Zod.

He endured a punch to create an opening for his allies. This was how Kryptonians fought: achieving the greatest results with the smallest sacrifices, ruthless toward their enemies and equally merciless toward themselves.

Zod and Superman were mortal enemies, yet when faced with a common powerful foe, their first cooperation showed no awkwardness at all.

Superman and Faora did not waste the opportunity Zod had created. They charged at Vegeta without regard for their own safety, fists and feet striking toward the vital points of his face and chest.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. Before their fists and kicks could reach him, the sharp gale they generated had already struck, carrying a scorching, violent presence that scattered his black hair in every direction.

The three of them had still underestimated Vegeta's reaction speed. His combat experience was incomparably rich, and he remained calm in the face of a pincer attack. With a low shout, veins bulged along the arm Zod held. He suddenly twisted his body and flung Zod heavily into