Fortunately, Solomon had already gained experience handling superhuman hearing when his hearing first broke through to level 2.
With a thought, Solomon precisely contracted his middle ear muscles, deliberately blocking and dampening his auditory perception. He filtered out much of the deafening noise around him, instantly easing the stabbing pain and ringing in his eardrums.
At the same time, with another thought, every clone outside his body stopped what they were doing, simultaneously adapting to the extraordinary perception of level 3 hearing and stabilizing their condition.
Once everything was done, Solomon stretched his limbs and relaxed his body. Facing the lightning raging across the sky, he curled his lips into a mocking smile and called out teasingly.
"A free electrotherapy massage? Not bad, but it's a little weak. Turn up the power."
In midair, Stormfront raised an eyebrow at his words, a flicker of surprise passing through her eyes. Then she reined in her attack and slowly landed.
She lowered her gaze to Black Noir's bloodstained, decapitated corpse on the ground. Her expression remained unruffled, her tone carrying a hint of amusement and understanding.
"Edgar's intel was wildly off the mark. Not only does electricity do nothing to you, but even Black Noir fell at your hands."
She knew Black Noir. As a veteran Supe who had once followed Soldier Boy, he might not have ranked among the very strongest, but his strength lay in his balanced versatility, formidable physique, and unstoppable assassination skills. Below the top tier, he was nearly invincible.
Yet such a seasoned powerhouse had died a gruesome death in this abandoned factory.
But that shock was swallowed by the arrogance in her heart in an instant.
Utter conceit flashed through Stormfront's eyes, and her bearing grew even more haughty.
She had never thought much even of