Seeing that his attack had missed, Sinestro did not hesitate and immediately infused his new will into his body.
Since the scale isn't big enough yet, then... make it bigger!
The next second, the scattered green dust suddenly reversed course, snapping and collapsing in front of him at an astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye.
A humanoid heavy armored mech, over thirty meters tall, rose from the ground and appeared out of nowhere in the night sky.
The mecha's outer shell is filled with a metallic texture reminiscent of a green warship, massive and austere.
Sinestro perfectly aligned his body with the center of the mech, his will synchronized with the mech.
A thought flashed through my mind!
The next second, the surrounding void was squeezed and crushed by a terrifying force, creating rings of pure white shockwaves.
The massive right arm of the mecha slowly rose and slammed down in the direction of John in the void.
"Die!"
Sinestro piloted the mech and slammed down with a punch.
The thin atmosphere, scraped by the friction of the giant fist, produced a blindingly bright white light.
From John's perspective, which is "tiny" in comparison, it comes on like a tidal wave.
Faced with this terrifying attack that could wipe out half a farm.
John simply took his hand out of his pocket with little interest and idly picked at his ear with his left hand.
His right hand slowly opened, palm up, and then faced directly at the Iron Fist that could be described as a "giant".
"Thump--!"
Fist and palm strike.
A solidified, swirling ring of air blasts swept horizontally across the entire cloud layer.
Water mist and hot steam burst forth in all directions.
Beneath their feet stretched a vast, leaden sea of clouds, thick with rainwater, which was pierced through by the monstrous force of their collision.
The surrounding cloud field, spanning a kilometer, was instantly emptied, creating a circular skylight with a diameter of half a mile in the night sky.
At this moment, the sky was completely unobstructed.
The bright moonlight poured down like a silver stream, darting into the hollow and illuminating the entire wasteland beneath their feet in a dazzling white.
A strong wind howled, and the white fog that filled the sky was quickly dispersed.
Sinestro's eyelids twitched wildly again.
At the spot where the tremendous force had been released, John remained unharmed, floating in mid-air.
The light blue energy that enveloped his entire body had, without him noticing, completely transformed into a deep green.
"So, this alien bug... are you in the legion specifically responsible for scavenging manure?"
That's it?
As he spoke, John pinched his index finger and thumb together, making an insulting pinching motion.
This gesture is generally used to describe someone else's younger brother as short and weak.
Although Sinestro didn't know exactly what John was saying, the meaning on his face was self-evident.
He was provoking him.
"..."
Sinestro's eyes snapped shut.
The purple veins on his temples and sides of his neck bulged out like earthworms.
In Oa's assessment regulations, the head instructor has absolute quantitative authority.
The difficulty of the assessment for candidates is determined entirely by the instructors themselves.
The Green Lantern Corps has always operated with a cold and ruthless style.
They will not spare anyone because of the weakness of the person being selected.
They are not the kind of organization full of "goodwill"; they require absolute will in times of crisis, not useless cowards who surrender and flee.
Therefore, survival of the fittest becomes a law engraved in the rules.
Over the millions of years that Oa has lived, countless "defective products" have died before graduation during the assessment.
And in front of him was this smug, ignorant, and lowly barbarian.
To withhold Abin's belongings, to corrupt his pure will, and to use him for amusement... this is a transgression deserving of death.
Sinestro would never allow such a bastard to pass any test, no matter how incredibly powerful he was...
He would never allow a thug who trampled on the legion's dignity to be cloaked in green light.
Leave no room for maneuver, leave no survivors.
After thinking it over, Sinestro, who had kept his eyes closed, began to meditate.
Deep within the finger bone.
The Green Ring, pushed to its limit, emitted a muffled, disordered tremor.
The next second, most of the will accumulated within the ring surged and washed away in an instant.
Like molten iron forced out of a gate, it surged forth with unparalleled force, shooting straight into the void!
"Buzz--!"
The scattering green energy no longer coalesces into any fancy shapes.
Instead, it was forced inward by a domineering rage, which used brute force to tighten and solidify it.
In the blink of an eye, a massive spear, hundreds of meters long, was suddenly straightened in mid-air.
At the terrifying spear tip, all the emerald light was forcibly repelled, condensing into a deep green needle.
The gun is plain, without any decorations.
But through constant tempering and refinement of will.
The oppressive feeling it exuded was even more terrifying than that of the giant armor from before.
You will understand the meaning of fear!
Sinestro roared, his dark red face contorting into a ferocious expression, and he forcefully pulled his right shoulder back.
The next second, his entire arm swung out in a blur, carrying all the force of his throw as he slammed it into John!
"Buzz--!!!"
The giant spear slipped from his grasp.
In the blink of an eye, the two spaces collapsed into a line.
That extreme point pierced through the barrier between the two, and the dark green needle suddenly shot towards their hearts.
It moves so fast that it's almost impossible to catch a afterimage.
And it was at this moment!
A crisp sound, like striking glass, suddenly came from deep space.
When Sinestro opened his eyes, the scene he had envisioned of John "offering his neck to be slaughtered" did not occur.
Moreover, under clear and unobstructed vision.
John raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together.
The incredibly sharp, emerald-green spear tip was firmly held between his fingers.
The violent surge of energy subsided just inches away.
"What the hell are you yelling about..."
John tilted his head.
With drooping eyelids, he casually grabbed the tip of the gun and shook it:
"Your thing is so soft..."
The words had barely left his mouth!
"Snap!"
John suddenly exerted force with his two fingers and snapped them apart.
The spearhead, honed to its absolute limit by sheer willpower, snapped in two like a piece of dried-up chalk.
The connected will, suddenly severed.
Sinestro felt a jolt in his chest, and a massive wave of mental disorientation washed over him after the backlash.
However, before he could recover from the shock and exhaustion, John was no longer there.
"Shuashua--"
A fleeting afterimage.
John grabbed the hundred-meter-long gun barrel in front of him and clenched his right hand tightly.
The terrifying force of the finger penetrated the incredibly hard gun barrel, carving itself into the interior and gripping it tightly.
Immediately afterwards, the muscles of his biceps suddenly bulged under his clothes, and with unparalleled waist strength, he swung them fiercely into the air!
"Coax--!!"
The air exploded!
A series of loud noises! Explosions!
He used the enormous, heavy object as a green whip that stretched across the sky, drawing out a magnificent crescent of Arclight in the night.
Immediately afterwards, John thrust his knee upwards!
Beneath his feet, a layer of white light flashed and disappeared!
In an instant, the entire night sky was severed by a long pillar.
A desolate, crescent-shaped arc slowly descends.
The acceleration at the tip of the gun quickly broke through the constraints of the atmosphere.
The sculpted pillar even takes on a sickly dark green hue against the deep black landscape, like a celestial scythe hanging ten thousand meters above the ground.
At this point, time seemed to have lost its original meaning.
In Sinestro's reflected pupils, the entire inverted, crashing ground line turned dark green.
The sound of air bursting due to pressure.
In a daze, Sinestro's ears could no longer receive anything.
Beneath that overwhelming green curtain, his vision was ruthlessly stripped away; all the lingering clouds and the bright moon in his eyes vanished completely.
A muffled sound, not entirely, cut through the air as the gap in the ground passed.
A figure emerged from the specks of light, then, like a ghost, descended upon the green screen.
In a daze, Sinestro's century-old combat instincts only managed to utter four words—
There's no way to retreat!
(Actually, I was very serious and meticulous when writing this book.)
(From the first chapter to the latest chapter, the writing has been done in a way that is most faithful to the original work.)
(Including but not limited to reading numerous documents and comics, and analyzing the original characters)
(In the DC universe, Sinestro was the first Yellow Lantern.)
(Throughout his long Green Lantern career, he was dictatorial and violent, and had actually entered the yellow Emotional Spectrum very early on.)
(The biggest shift in his tone in this chapter is the use of words that express fear.)
(There's actually a lot of content above, including some metaphors and puns; you can look for it yourself.)