That's right, Flash charged into Reverse Flash's nostril. It was the trump card he had thought of earlier.
Then Flash shouted, "Reverse Flash, stop, or don't blame me for drilling into your brain. If that happens, you're dead."
"That move is too despicable."
Reverse Flash trembled with rage. You were a superhero—how could you use such underhanded means?
Wasn't this the kind of tactic only villains used? What was wrong with this world? It was far too unfair to villains. So angry, so cold, so shaken.
Flash was thin-skinned, and he felt a little embarrassed upon hearing that. Then he said, "Enough nonsense. Give the Speed Force back to me, or I'll kill you."
"You won't. Flash doesn't kill."
Reverse Flash calmed down and said fearlessly, "I surrender, but I won't give the Speed Force back to you. Never."
"I really will kill you."
Flash shouted angrily. Reverse Flash sneered. "Flash has never killed a single enemy in his life. Barry Allen, I know that better than you do.
"And ruthless people who kill never waste so much time talking."
Flash had no answer. From beginning to end, he had never intended to kill Reverse Flash. Faced with his shamelessness, he was anxious and furious, yet had no idea what to do.
At that moment, a Nano-Spider flew out from Flash's body, transformed into a sharp blade, and swept across Reverse Flash's neck.
Reverse Flash clutched his spurting neck and collapsed with disbelief written all over his face.
"You were right. Ruthless people who kill never waste words."
Iron Man's voice rang out. "Flash, wanton killing is wrong, but refusing to kill under any circumstances is also wrong. If killing one person can save ten thousand under the premise of justice, why not kill?"
Flash fell silent for a moment.