"Hey, are you two kidding me? I've got my camera rolling, and this is all you're giving me?"
Inside the secret chamber, Zuo Ci stared speechlessly at Superman and Mark as they arm-wrestled.
Zuo Ci had expected a battle so epic it would shake heaven and earth. At the very least, they should have been trading bone-crunching punches!
Instead, after all his fucking excitement, the two of them hadn't done a damn thing except start arm-wrestling on the spot!
Just arm-wrestling!
Come on, one of you was a Kryptonian and the other a half-Viltrumite. Couldn't you show a little class? This was way too lame.
"Given our strength, an actual fight would probably cause massive damage to the city and create a lot of trouble for its residents. That would be a terrible option.
"So this is better. At least we won't affect anyone else."
Superman answered as he floated in midair, his right hand firmly clasped around Mark's. A touch of excitement had joined his ever-present smile.
After all, Mark was one of the few people who could make him exert even a little strength. It had been a long time since he'd experienced what effort felt like.
"All right. I don't know about anyone else, but Mark looks like he's about to crack."
Zuo Ci looked helplessly at Mark across from Superman.
If this arm-wrestling match was child's play for Superman, then for Mark, it was a completely one-sided beatdown.
At first, he'd used only his right hand. Then he'd brought both hands into it, and eventually he'd wrapped his whole body around Superman's hand. He was straining with every ounce of strength he had, his face practically turning purple.
"Uh... are you okay?"
Seeing how rough Mark looked, Superman hurriedly asked after him. Had he known, he