"Boss, would it kill you to give me a heads-up?"
Clark silently grumbled. Mr. Wang always said the Justice League had two sly old foxes, but everyone knew there were three, not two.
The last was even sneakier than the first two.
"Superman, without you, I never could have landed that hit on Injustice Superman."
Flash said, "An attack at lightspeed sounds impressive, but it still falls a little short against Injustice Superman."
"Hey, why are you chatting instead of pressing the advantage? Injustice Superman is about to recover!"
S1 Cyborg shouted. He had been preparing to take Injustice Superman down with him, but when he saw the hammer send Injustice Superman flying, he hurriedly brought his Energy Core back under control.
Injustice Superman was hovering in space, shaking his head over and over, apparently in terrible pain.
"Relax. If Mr. Wang made his move, it'll definitely work."
Flash spoke with confidence. Clark nodded. He had tremendous faith in Mr. Wang. Apart from being utterly awful when it came to tormenting people, he was fine in every other respect.
Not only were Flash and Clark confident, but the viewers were too. Mr. Wang never disappointed when it came to serious matters. The trump card he had carefully prepared would surely settle things with one blow.
They just didn't know how this would all end.
Just then, Injustice Superman seemed to recover. He raised his head and called out in confusion, "Victor, Flash, why am I here? Huh? Why is there another me? Uh, what happened to your chest?"
Although Injustice Superman's appearance hadn't changed, his demeanor was completely different. It was closer to Clark's, and combined with his current physique, it gave him the air of a big, goofy lug.
Clark looked at his charred wound and shrugged. He had