Metropolis.
The center of the stadium.
The scene was a wreck.
Clark panted heavily. He had just pinned the troublesome Engineer beneath him with a beautiful counterattack.
One hand pressed against the Engineer's face, grinding her into the stadium turf, while the other gripped her right hand tightly to keep her from trying anything.
"You two!"
"It's not too late to surrender!"
"Pfft-!"
"Seriously, bro, are you for real?"
"This is already a fight to the death, and they're coming for your life, but you're still thinking about... getting them to surrender?"
He finally understood.
This Clark wasn't weak at all.
His morals had simply shackled him many times over.
LexCorp, the ship's Control Room.
Through the live feed transmitted by the drone, Lex Luthor also heard Clark's laughably naive demand for surrender.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Idiotic."
He watched the screen as Clark held the Engineer down, leaving her unable to move.
He knew perfectly well that Superman's strength could easily subdue the Engineer.
The Engineer only played a supporting role in this battle.
The real star...
Lex Luthor looked at Ultraman, who was getting to his feet in the drone's view.
He bent over and placed both hands on the shoulders of a young technician in front of him.
Lex Luthor's face nearly touched the employee's ear.
"5A!!"
The employee understood immediately and entered the command "5A" into the control console with practiced coordination.
This was Lex Luthor's "secret weapon."
Using the vast quantities of Superman's combat records he routinely collected, he predicted Superman's next move through the drone each time and ran simulations to calculate the optimal reproduction plan.
It was a complete system.
Whenever Superman made a move, he only needed to sit in the Control Room and, as though playing a