You Are a Powerful Warrior

"Wings!?"

Seeing the three pairs of black energy wings behind Russell, Faora immediately became vigilant. She was certain Earthlings did not have wings—at least, ordinary people did not.

She was a qualified warrior and understood well that anything abnormal had a hidden cause. She held her breath, focused her mind, and prepared to give it everything she had.

There was no incredulous surprise, nor did she question why. Russell only felt half his joy vanish in an instant, while his assessment of Faora rose another level.

Powerful physical attacks, defensive capabilities, and sufficiently calm rationality—Krypton's social structure might have had problems, but the soldiers it trained were absolutely among the finest in the universe.

Russell and Faora stared at each other for a moment. As an invisible field known as momentum descended around them, the sound of the wind abruptly ceased. Without any unnecessary words, they moved at the same time, sprinting forward and vanishing from where they stood.

Faora wore black skintight soft armor. At full speed, she was like a black blade slicing through the air with a piercing whistle, her heavy fist aimed straight at Russell's face.

Black light surged in Russell's eyes. Moving faster than the naked eye could follow, he beat his wings and dodged at the very last instant before Faora reached him, letting her flash past.

A sharp sonic boom rang out, the sound arriving half a beat late!

Russell's muscles tensed all over. As he and Faora passed each other, he drove an uppercut viciously into the soft ribs at her waist.

A Kryptonian's speed and strength surpassed those of ninety-nine percent of species in the universe. Their powerful racial gifts made every punch and kick unimaginably destructive. They did not need any fighting techniques to overwhelm others with sheer force. In