Shane's mouth twitched.
Constantine What's going on with this guy? Why does he like to hold grudges so much, and he's so pretentious about it?
"I just want to be lazy. You don't really think there's nothing I can do against this guy, do you?"
"Really?"
Of course, Constantine thought that Shane was being harsh, so he simply stopped saying anything, and instead danced nimbly in the air with his fingers.
Constantine, who had not yet come into contact with Magic in his early years, used to hang out in the streets all year round and was even a full-fledged rock and roll youth.
With the elastic filaments distributed in the air by Plastic Man, this guy directly played a few syllables in response.
Mal on the side scratched his cheek in confusion after hearing the sound.
"Sounds like something from a Southern rock band."
Constantine glanced at Mal in surprise, as if he was surprised that a guy at such a young age had such taste.
Shane ignored Constantine's show, but turned his head to look at Plastic Man who was still swinging his fists at him.
The look in his eyes changed several times, and finally returned to an extreme indifference that had not been shown on earth for a long time.
"If you are lucky enough not to die this time, I hope you won't blame me too much when you regain consciousness."
"Huh?"
Just as Plastic Man had time to get a confused sound from another pair of lips that sprouted from the chest, one of the rounded arms that was waving towards Shane's chest was pinched in the palm of his hand with a very swift movement.
Plastic Man stopped punching with his remaining arm for a moment, feeling the gradual squeezing force from Shane's wrist, and couldn't help but ridicule.
"Are you going to break the bones in my wrist?"
Shane's eyeballs turned slightly, making eye contact with Plastic Man's eyes.
Some kind of indescribable terror gripped Plastic Man's heart so suddenly.
"I plan to crush your whole body."
After the words fell, before Plastic Man could react, the arm Shane held Plastic Man sank suddenly.
Then the other hand came over, intertwined with the arm that had previously held Plastic Man, and quickly spun it.
If you want to make an analogy, it's probably like Sun-Shaped Rush Punch, who keeps alternating his hands and takes turns to attack when filming a martial arts action movie in the Eastern country next door.
It's just that Shane punched thousands of times in just a few seconds.
The violent cyclone and air were mixed and stirred with roar, completely covering up and swallowing up Plastic Man's frightened screams.
His body, which theoretically has infinite elasticity, is like wool rolled up by a machine. Following the strong wind that is constantly swirling in front of Shane, it spirals and shrinks towards the center point where it was first held.
The body parts that had been blown away before were quickly retracted under the huge spiral pulling force.
Even the elastic silk cages built around the Teen Titanss were pulled back, but the teenagers were still unable to move away.
Because at this time, with Shane as the center point, an extremely violent and horizontally spiraling super hurricane has been produced.
Not to mention the Teen Titanss were staggered and staggered, even the garbage, glass, iron pieces, stones, and even street lamps on the street stood up from the ground, with cement debris and deformed and twisted screws dancing in the air.
The eyeballs and lips that Plastic Man grew wantonly on other parts of the body, before Shane had time to utter a complete cry for mercy or show a complete look of fear, were caught in the rubber balls that kept spinning between his arms like curly yarn.
Finally, the disguised Joker head, which was the real head of Plastic Man, was also pulled back.
His disguise faded away, and his entire head, chin and neck were stretched to a length of several tens of meters. His funny sunglasses and funny bulging oiled hairstyle were snapping in the violent airflow.
Plastic Man heard a muffled sound coming from his throat.
"No--no, I'm wrong"
"Pah, pah!"
With just such a vague sound, Plastic Man's entire body structure was wrapped up in a rubber ball about the size of a basketball and a half by Shane's arms.
And Shane's movements finally stopped, and a lot of mess that was flying in the air just now fell to the ground.
But Shane just stopped turning.
The next second, he started kneading it together quickly again.
Generally speaking, when Plastic Man is compressed to this size, coupled with the increased rigidity when the opponent subconsciously resists, after being reduced to this size, its own hardness and toughness have reached a certain limit.
Perhaps the hardness alone is comparable to that of diamond.
Its toughness is something no conventional materials on earth can match.
But Shane just kept rubbing and slapping Plastic Man with a consistent expression. When he shook it gently, a clear slap mark fell into the ball formed by Plastic Man.
As for the power of Shane that is enough to shake Planet, even if the strength of Plastic Man when repeatedly rolled up and compressed exceeds that of diamond, it will not be more difficult than kneading a piece of real plasticine.
His palms were like a pair of shrinking Hell doors, pushing the arrogant Plastic Man slowly and firmly into the abyss of despair.
It was only at this moment that Shane spoke softly.
"You always feel like everyone ignores you in the team."
At this time, the Plastic Man ball has reached the size of a football.
"That's not because you are funny or serious. This kind of personal style doesn't matter. It's just because you are not perfect enough. Your Superpowers application level means that you can only solve a small range of problems."
Plastic Man was already smaller than a football, with only one narrow eyeball exposed, staring at the unhurried Shane in shock.
"But there are actually many solutions to the problem, just like you think you can perfectly restrain me who only has physical strength."
"We all know that your weakness is extreme temperatures, and you think that I don't have the Freeze Breath of Superman, the energy that I learned so hard to radiate, nor the long battery life of Superman of Heat Vision."
"But have you ever considered that I have slaughtered tens of billions of Intelligent Life alone? Do you really think that I have never encountered an opponent with more difficult abilities than you?"
The size of Plastic Man is almost the size of a tennis ball. Shane is not even sure whether Plastic Man can hear him even after being compressed to such an extent.
"The virus has opened up your Mental Power, seemingly making you more dangerous, but your newly developed technique of pulling the body structure close to nanofilaments and contracting it at high speed still amazes me."
Plastic Man is already the size of a billiard ball, and Shane can be completely covered by placing your palms together.
He raised the red, yellow and black ball in front of him and whispered encouragement.
"Improve yourself, Patrick, so no one will ignore you."
Shane's palms were gently closed, isolating the last light from the outside world from Plastic Man.
I heard that Superman could grab a handful of sand in the desert and then pinch out diamonds with his bare hands?
Shane is not sure whether this rumor is scientific. He knows that the formation of diamonds often requires a high-temperature and high-pressure environment.
However, in a closed and high-pressure environment, with his previous strength, he should be able to do it by holding it with both hands like Superman.
Under adiabatic compression, high pressure will produce corresponding high temperatures.
Plastic Man is almost difficult to kill by physical means, but high/low temperatures can change its physical properties, making it melt to the point where it cannot move, or become brittle and brittle after freezing.
Although these two methods still cannot kill this guy, they are enough to make Plastic Man incapacitated in a short time.
As for whether the dark and high pressure produced by kneading it with both hands will cause some kind of psychological shadow on Patrick afterwards, Shane cannot guarantee it.
He did want to ask Constantine if he had any means of creating low temperatures at first, but the guy's attitude was too nervous, so in the end Shane decided to solve it himself.