Blue steam boiled.
The gravity field over the ruins of Metropolis was utterly shattered. Rubble, rebar, shards of glass, and even the flattened bus slowly rose under the pull of the blue currents, then were crushed into powder in midair by invisible air pressure.
The three Kryptonian warriors' biological radar sounded alarms so shrill they nearly pierced their eardrums.
"Energy level has exceeded the critical threshold! Unable to analyze!"
The Kryptonian soldier with half his face swollen abruptly stepped back. For the first time, fear appeared in his scarlet eyes. He opened his mouth, about to call for reinforcements over the comms.
Bang!
There was no sonic boom.
Yang Ming's speed had already far exceeded the physical limits of sound.
One second, he was in the crater dozens of meters away. The next, a face wreathed in blue steam, its eyes as white as a demon's, was right in front of the Kryptonian soldier.
"This punch is the interest."
Yang Ming's voice seemed to drift up from the depths of hell.
His right fist, coated in pitch-black armament haki, drove viciously into the Kryptonian soldier's chest without any flourish, brutally simple and primal.
Crack-squelch!
The black Kryptonian heavy armor, tough enough to withstand armor-piercing rounds, was as fragile as a thin cracker before that punch. Yang Ming's entire right arm sank in up to the shoulder, punching straight through the Kryptonian soldier's chest and out his back!
Yang Ming clutched a beating Kryptonian heart that radiated a faint golden light.
Dead silence fell.
In the distance, Dave's mouth hung open, meaningless gurgles escaping his throat. Bruce stared fixedly at the scene, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints beneath his cowl.
"You..." The Kryptonian soldier lowered his head and stared blankly at the enormous bloody hole in his chest. Golden blood poured