thunderbolt!!
Punches, elbows, arm circles, knee strikes.
Airtight.
Left swing, earlobe, straight punch, throat strike.
With a swift motion, flip your elbow and slice horizontally across the back of your neck.
Fight!
Sinestro placed all his bets on these few ruthless close-range shots, but--
They missed everything.
In contrast, John's entire lower body remained rooted to the spot, completely within the attack radius, without even moving his heels an inch.
The only change was perhaps the slight tilt of his head, the retraction of his neck, and the slumping of his shoulders.
The force of the punch whipped through the air, making the old jacket rattle and the hair on his forehead fly wildly.
But after Sinestro's chaotic antics, he didn't even get a scratch on him.
Seeing that their ruthless tactics had repeatedly failed, they realized that their ruthless methods were ineffective.
Sinestro's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and a faint, hidden yellow glow emanated from his dark green pupils.
With a horizontal elbow strike, he used the momentum of twisting his waist to suddenly lower his hips, and his right knee shot up from below!
Then, aim for John's chin and lift it up hard!
This knee strike was both swift and deadly, with all its force concentrated on the shinbone.
At this moment, John finally moved.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, his right shinbone rising to meet the knee strike head-on with decisive force!
"Thump!!!"
broken!
Sinestro's kneecap caved inward on the spot, and his lower leg was bent into a broken angle by the terrifying force.
A burst of purple mist radiated out from where the flesh and bone were joined.
But Sinestro stubbornly endured the excruciating pain, his face contorted with rage as he charged forward once more!
"Boom!"
The two bodies collided high in the air, creating a shockwave with a radius of tens of meters.
The violent force transformed into a visible hurricane, forcefully pressing the wheat ears hundreds of meters below to the ground.
Ten seconds! Twenty seconds!
Thirty seconds!
In that brief half-minute, Sinestro pushed his decades-old killing techniques to their peak.
Sonic boom, sonic boom, and more sonic boom!
[ Insight ]
Time has been measured in microseconds.
Convulsions, deviation, energy pooling.
In John's mind, it was a simulated, predictive "performance" of the event.
Sinestro wanted to throw a hundred punches.
In the mimicry, ninety-nine punches missed, and John even very politely returned a punch.
Back to reality.
Fortieth second.
Energy manipulation finally came to a brief halt during Sinestro's Onslaught.
"Finally... it's my turn."
John's lips were slightly pursed, and a few wrinkles appeared beside his eyes, revealing two canine teeth.
As for boxing... well, I'm not going to do it.
He has a better playing style now.
Then he slightly opened his mouth, inhaled, and then--
Exhale!!
The next second, a pure white, hellish cold current, accompanied by violent overpressure, sprayed onto Sinestro's body at an alarming speed!
In an instant, the physical effects began.
The green light surrounding Sinestro seemed to slowly condense into tiny ice flowers.
In reality, that extreme cold had already spread throughout Sinestro's entire body.
Before long, on that scarlet face...
Eyebrows, eye sockets... were covered with a layer of deep blue frost!
"Ugh--!?"
Sinestro's pupils trembled violently; he tried to break free, but his movements were powerless and he remained frozen in mid-air.
Before he could even recover...
Suddenly, two blindingly bright lights surged in the depths of John's eyes!
The entire dark and gloomy Black Sky was instantly stained with a layer of blood-red hue!
How... how the hell is this possible!
How could there be Kryptonian on this planet?!
In his final moments of confusion, Sinestro recognized it as a signature attack that was almost a trademark of a certain race.
But it was too late.
"Sizzle--!!!!"
Two massive beams of crimson gold, each as thick as a bowl, burst forth from John's eyes like divine punishment!
Heat Vision!
Extreme heat, extreme cold!
The two clashed in a primal, terrifying confrontation on Sinestro's body.
"Snap!"
The conjunctiva surrounding Sinestro, mixed with the green membrane of the ice cap, shattered on the spot due to the extreme temperature difference between the two!
The damage wasn't limited to the green film.
It's important to understand that Sinestro is currently in a state where he has imbued his will with the power of the Green Lantern.
If one suffers, all suffer; they are interconnected.
The two are inseparable.
"Aaaaaaaahh...
This was the first cry of anguish since Sinestro set foot on Earth.
The two beams of golden-red heat pierced through his shoulder guards without any resistance.
Exhaustion! Frenzied scrambling!
Deep within the collarbone and pectoral muscles... the purplish-brown blood didn't even have time to splatter before it was instantly vaporized into purple mist by the high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees.
The aroma of burning and the stench of foul odors permeated the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
Half of Sinestro's body was almost burned through by the two beams of light!
"Ughhhhhh--"
In the brief moment of Sinestro's delirium, John left behind a shimmering, Marseille -like afterimage.
His true form had already teleported behind Sinestro, his half-lit eyes drooping silently.
Without anyone noticing, his right fist silently shot out from his side.
A simple and unpretentious accumulation of strength.
put.
"Thump!!!!"
This punch was heavy, incredibly dull.
The shadowy, overlapping fist marks drifted to the already dented chest cavity.
Time seemed to stand still.
Bang--!
Sinestro was sent flying backwards.
Breaking the sound barrier, three times... ten times the speed of sound!
A mournful howl pierced the night.
The immense impact force instantly pierced through the troposphere at an altitude of 10,000 meters and plummeted straight down.
This time, Sinestro did not regain consciousness.
His severed body crashed headlong through a towering mausoleum, then plummeted and slammed into two continuous mountain ranges below!
"Boom!"
The earth collapsed and mountains crumbled, and stone plank roads rained down.
Finally, the figure, reduced to ashes, crashed heavily into a vast expanse of water on the western edge of Kansas!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Upon contact with that terrifying downward energy, the thousand tons of lake water exploded into a cloud of white water several meters high, shooting into the sky like a mushroom cloud.
Glug glug... Thump!!
A crater tens of meters deep was carved out of the black mud at the bottom of the lake.
The turbulent, muddy waves, mixed with scalding heat, swept across the entire body of water.
Vast numbers of dead fish and shrimp floated belly-up on the muddy, rippled surface of the lake.
A foul wind blew in, carrying with it a burnt and fishy stench.
Above the dark clouds, John stood with his hands in his pockets, barefoot, suspended in mid-air.
His X-ray vision activated, and he lowered his eyes.
He looked down calmly at the lingering life force of the mangled body at the bottom of the pit, still twitching in the mud.
Ten minutes later.
Kent Farm.
The hidden Bioelectric Field still shrouds the farm, disguising this once-warm land as a desolate wasteland overgrown with weeds.
At that moment, a slight ripple spread across the night sky.
John, carrying Sinestro who was like a dead dog, broke through the force field and slowly walked to the center of the yard.
A muffled "bang" was heard.
John casually tossed Sinestro onto the damp wooden planks of the porch.
The heavy impact shook the buckets on the steps, the charred face bounced down, and then slumped onto the wooden plank.
"Call..."
John rubbed his wrist, just about to raise his hand to turn the doorknob.
His earlobe twitched slightly.
"Squeak--"
The rusty door, long neglected and unrepaired, was slowly pushed open from the inside.
Old Joe stood at the dappled light and shadow on the porch, holding the old, peeling double-barreled shotgun in his hand.
His hair was disheveled, and he was only wearing a patched nightgown, clearly having just gotten up from inside the house.
But those eyes, weathered by half a lifetime of hardship, were wide open like two gleaming hoes.
Soon, Old Joe's gaze shifted from John's face to the red-skinned "man" under the porch.
I was stunned for a couple of seconds.
" John... who is this?"