Viltrumite, Could Your Mightiest Chat Group Be Fake?

"What's wrong?"

Under the sunlight, his tone was incredibly pleasant.

Though she could not see it, Kara felt that his smile must have been just as warm.

Then the godlike man raised his hand blade and slowly asked,

"Oh, you want to learn this?"

Kara was confused, but she instinctively nodded.

The next moment, Leon threw her down. If she had not floated up in time, her face would have gotten intimately acquainted with the ground.

"Looks like I guessed right. Is this the bond and tacit understanding of superhumans?"

Without noticing Kara's glare, Leon nodded in satisfaction and rose into the air with his hands behind his back.

The mercenaries' bullets immediately converged on him.

He paid them no mind, merely saying to Kara behind him,

"Why are you still lying there? After being locked up for so long, I thought you'd have some anger bottled up inside."

"How could I not?!"

Especially when Leon asked in such a disdainful tone, Kara felt even more aggrieved.

"Then go. You should know how to fight."

Leon pointed ahead, and Kara immediately charged out, flipping over an armored vehicle with one punch.

He was quite satisfied with her performance.

According to the properties of Intelligent Atom, in a situation like the Empire's, anger was an important emotion for Viltrumites to grow stronger.

So, figuring out how to provoke trainees was also part of training them.

Having been beaten by instructors for so long, Leon naturally knew how to handle these straightforward people better than anyone.

Later on, he would often provoke the instructors in return. He had used this very tactic when gathering all the new-generation hunters to take down their instructors.

"Beautiful."

As Leon watched Kara fight, he efficiently cleaned up the mercenaries on his side.

Before long, he saw Kara bring her fingers together and chop down at a mercenary.

Yet no matter how much force she used, all she could do was blast the man apart.

Wow, she really did want to learn my hand blade.

"You're doing it wrong."

Before the terrified eyes of the next mercenary, Leon flew over and grabbed Kara by the wrist.

"Then, teach me..."

"I'll demonstrate it once first."

Before the mercenary's relief could even surface, Leon's hand blade came down.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Kara shook her head, her short hair swaying back and forth. With the sunlight on her face, her cheeks looked fuller too.

She had some of the Flash's sharpness, along with the sweetness of a blonde version.

"Then follow me and learn it over and over."

Leon gestured for Kara to follow, then flew toward the remaining mercenaries.

Now these people who lived by the blade were probably regretting why they had been blinded by money and accepted such a seemingly simple job.

I'm fighting Superman? And there are two of them?

They could only watch as the Viltrumite godlike man led Kara, who was beginning to show Viltrumite traits, toward them with those damned hand blades raised.

"Y-you, you, don't come any closer!"

What followed was a storm of flying fragments. By the time they reached the commander, Kara had finally gained some insight.

In her hands, the bioelectric field Superman often used to wrap around people during rescues continuously condensed.

Then it was honed, and honed again, until it became a sharp blade.

Slash!

The last enemy on the battlefield slowly fell.

Leon could feel the power of that hand blade and sincerely praised her.

"Well done. You learn very quickly."

"Thank you!"

What greeted him was Kara's radiant smile.

She instantly took off and hugged him tightly. Her bioelectric field intertwined with Intelligent Atom as the two spun through the air.

After spinning more than a dozen times, the softness beneath her thin test garment pressed tightly against Leon.

But that did not stop him from thinking.

Bioelectric field plus hand blade... That's kind of insidious. Wouldn't I be invincible if I had that?

Gotham, Batcave.

"Where is my cousin?"

After returning from the Fortress of Solitude and confirming Zod's group's whereabouts and Kara's identity, Clark had hurried back.

Following Batman's pointing finger, he saw Leon.

Leon, whom Kara was still holding even now—she had even flown back while hugging him like this.

They were covered in blood, with bits of debris hanging off them.

"Clark, I think I can explain this."

Leon raised a hand. He could barely endure Nolan's boundless fatherly-love punch, but he truly could not withstand this man's three-generations-under-one-roof punch.

However, Clark selectively ignored all that and directly embraced Kara.

"Oh God, Kara, what did they do to you?"

"Carl, is that you?"

His cousin had reacted, and he was incredibly excited.

He was both delighted and guilty over having another family member.

If I had started searching for my origins earlier, maybe I would have discovered this sooner and saved Kara?

So, he was grateful to Leon for being willing to smear his own name, become Zod's subordinate, and do this dirty work.

Even if he did not agree with the method, he should still be grateful.

"Thank you, Leon."

"No need."

Unfortunately, the news Clark received did not allow him to remain immersed in this moment.

He turned to Batman.

"Bruce..."

"I know what you're going to say."

Batman swiped his hand, and scenes from around the world appeared in the holographic projection.

On streets and indoors, signals on countless screens were hijacked at the same time.

The black-and-white static gradually became orderly before finally arranging itself into words: Chinese, English, Japanese...

Countless languages conveyed the same message:

"Carl-El, you are not alone."

Without a doubt, Zod had arrived.

Joy in Wisdom

Immediately afterward, the image changed. The black-and-white distortion rearranged itself into the blurred figure of a person.

He said,

"I am Zod. I come from a distant planet."

"For some time now, your world has sheltered one of my people. I demand that you return him to me."

Luthor stared coldly at the screen. Because of his bald head, the throbbing veins on his scalp were especially obvious.

Having just had his test subject taken from him, he naturally was not in a good mood. Besides, these alien apes had now come right to his doorstep.

More importantly, with the intelligence of Lex Luthor, he still could not reverse-engineer it for the moment!

At the same time, General Sam Lane and the others in the American military felt the same way.

They had already watched the footage Luthor had sent over.

This man suspected to be Zod had secretly sent his adjutant to seize government property and slaughter several government employees.

And yet, he still had the nerve to act as though he knew nothing, then demand Superman from them from on high.

Bang!

General Sam slammed his fist onto the table.

"This is going too far!"

But Zod neither knew nor cared about his anger.

"For certain reasons, he chose to keep his identity secret from you. He must have tried hard to fit in with you. He will look like you, but he does not belong to you..."

With such enormous news as an alien's speech, the Daily Planet immediately became busy.

People hurried back and forth through the office. Lois Lane leaned against her desk and took a sip of coffee.

She did not believe Zod was telling the truth.

That clumsy, lovable big guy had always tried to hide himself, but he had still failed to fool her.

Clark had fit in well among them. He had his own parents, his own friends, and an ordinary job.

Perhaps he was a little different, and he was trying his best to find a balance between the two sides.

But in Lois's eyes, Clark's true nature had always been that boy who grew up on a farm, not anything else.

Still, not many people thought that way...

Zod's speech was approaching its end.

"For those who may know his whereabouts, the fate of your planet rests in your hands."

"Listen, Carl-El. Surrender within twenty-four hours, or let the entire world bear the consequences."

Likewise, at Kent Farm in Kansas.

The Kents had witnessed everything before the television as well.

Martha pressed tightly against her husband's shoulder, worried about the fate her son was about to face.

"Oh God, they're here for Clark."

"Don't worry, darling. Our Clark is strong and brave. No one can knock him down."

Jonathan held his wife, his expression equally grave.

But at that moment, he thought of Leon, someone like his son. Perhaps his appearance had not been a coincidence.

"Besides, he has his friends. I think as long as they join forces, they'll be—"

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