"Face me! You coward!"
Once again, Superman, which was frozen, roared and smashed the ice that covered its body, but there was no trace of that nasty big bat in sight.
He took an angry step forward, but his legs weakened and he almost fell to his knees on the ground.
Superman, who was lying on the ground, looked surprised. He took a tentative breath, and then saw a thick white mist coming out of his mouth.
Sure enough, when the giant Bat-Monster continued to use cryogenic grenades to fight, the surrounding air temperature had also been changed.
At this time, Superman cannot exert its original Superpowers due to the high concentration of Kryptonite component solution flowing in the blood vessels in the body.
The virus that has replicated almost all of his abilities is far less active than in a normal environment due to the influence of low temperature.
In the end, Superman, which relies on viruses to support the use of Superpowers, is extremely frustrated.
Batman, who was originally Gotham, not only needed to constantly resist the influence of the virus on his will, but also obtained the virus that increased his physique to a level beyond that of humans.
Even if there is still a big gap between the two sides, Superman is even confident that as long as he catches the abominable Bat-Monster, even just once!
He swore he could tear that damn bat to pieces in an instant.
However, the big black flying rat with its big flapping wings is not slippery at all and cannot be caught!
Just as Superman was distracted for a moment, the sound of flapping wings sounded again in the night sky.
Superman turned around sharply, Heat Vision swept past it, but only cut open the bat cape that had been hanging on the exposed steel bars of the ruined wall for some time.
Obviously, now that Bat-Monster has wings and can fly on its own, it naturally no longer needs the huge cloak.
Seeing the cloak split in two swinging in the wind, making a flapping sound like flapping wings, Superman hammered the floor angrily.
Then his eyes suddenly went black as Bat-Monster fell from the sky and sat on his forehead.
The last one was hastily modified by Bat-Monster in the rush of the battle with his pair of huge bat claws, and the cryogenic grenade exuding Yingying Green Light was pressed into the mouth of the angry and roaring Superman.
Now Batman's consciousness is also on the verge of being completely blurred.
This is not because Batman's willpower is not as good as Jason, but because he has been fighting a high-intensity guerrilla war with Superman. During this period, he was even hit by the aftermath of Superman's palms many times, rolling and bumping between buildings like Quidditch's Golden Snitch.
But before completely losing his clarity, Bat-Monster still kept in mind the goal that had been deeply ingrained in his mind from the beginning of the battle.
"Bat wins! Superman!"
Just as the grenade was about to completely sink into Superman's mouth, a series of huge sounds from far to near attracted the two infected people whose instincts were greater than their wisdom at this time.
Bat-Monster and Superman turned around at the same time, and then saw a dark green head just smashing into the last wall of the building near them, and continuing to shoot into the distance.
The head with bright red mouth corners, pale face, and messy green hair still said hello to the two infected people as they passed by.
"Oh! Hey, I hope I didn't disturb you. Wow, you guys are acting a little perverted."
With just such a delay, the last bit of clarity in Batman's eyes was completely lost.
Another instinct took over him.
Bat-Monster gave up without hesitation Superman, who was almost double executed by him with Kryptonite cryogenic grenades, spread out his big wings and flew towards the head.
Obviously, in an action now completely controlled and recognized by instinct, that green head is far more attractive to bats than Superman.
Superman flicked the tip of his tongue, spitting out the giant ball that was half in his mouth, and then put his hands violently in front of his face.
There was a roar. This time, there were many tiny Kryptonite crystal fragments mixed in the ice mass surrounding Superman.
If this thing had exploded in Superman's mouth just now, it's hard to say whether Superman, who is extremely capable, could have saved his life, because as Batman's consciousness became increasingly blurred, his attacks would naturally become more and more severe.
But now, Manghu Superman may just need to spend more time to break free again.
At this moment, Shane on the other side of the city is having an extremely headache.
He swore that the attack he swung at Plastic Man was enough to shake the entire Gotham, but this guy's infinitely stretchable body absorbed all those terrifying kinetic energy impacts.
In addition to various parts constantly flying out of the battlefield, Plastic Man itself did not suffer any real effective damage.
He even condensed rigid and hardened arms from other parts of his body and fought against Shane.
Although Plastic Man was not strong enough to hurt Shane, this guy just punched each other indifferently while laughing strangely, and even sang a song he wrote and directed.
"Who is both liquid and solid?!"
"It's Plastic Man!"
"Who is a single figure, but also takes on thousands of incarnations?!"
"It's Plastic Man!"
Shane felt that even though this guy was not the real Joker, it still made him feel the same helpless and disgusting feeling as when Batman fought against Joker.
Rachel once wanted to rely on short-distance Teleportation Magic to teleport everyone away from the "cage" created by Plastic Man, but her previous energy also consumed her share of Magic Power available today.
He swung his knife and cut off the head that Plastic Man had pinched out again, but the head bounced back into Plastic Man's body.
"What's the point of doing this?"
Shane stopped for a moment, watching as Plastic Man's hardened fist that could have broken bricks and rocks was hit on his head uselessly.
This guy actually has pretty good strength. After being reverse-rigidized, he can swing his fists to death by virtue of his ability to resist physical damage feedback. If we really evaluate it, it is at least as powerful as the explosion of a rocket launcher.
But for Viltrumite, this kind of strength is not even enough to scratch an itch.
But what's disgusting is that this guy's ability to resist being hit is as close to a black hole as it can be.
No matter whether you use blunt blows that can destroy cities or slashes that can split mountains, they will all be ineffective here at Plastic Man.
"Meaning? Why don't you ask Joker what's the meaning of doing those things?"
A mouth suddenly grew out of one of Plastic Man's fists, and it stuck out its tongue at Shane.
"You all ignore me, but now you are almost the best on earth and there is nothing you can do about me! This is what it means!"
"----I'm convinced, do you still have cryogenic grenades?"
Shane ignored Plastic Man's attack and turned to look at Teen Titans.
"They were all consumed during the previous escape."
Tim raised his hand feebly.
They were restrained in place by Plastic Man in a semi-imprisonment form, and could do nothing but watch helplessly.
Of course, it's not like I didn't do it at all.
After Mia recovered a little strength, he tentatively shot a few arrows at Plastic Man, but it was also useless.
Constantine, who had one hand in his pocket, suddenly whistled, and then in front of Shane, he stretched out his fingers and fiddled with the air.
Doctor Fate The defensive Magic blessing that enveloped him still worked. A golden polyhedral diamond-shaped protective shield emerged from Constantine's index finger, preventing Plastic Man's sawing cutting line from hurting his skin. At the same time, a trembling buzzing sound was made by the force of this fiddling and Plastic Man's silk thread.
"The sound quality is more pleasant than a harp - look what I do, by the way, when you threatened me with your fists before, did you ever think that you would need my help so soon?"