The golden energy ball at Thor's fingertips shattered with a deafening roar, and six fine golden threads instantly pierced the chests of the six people on the beach.
Jason, who was kicking a seashell at his feet, suddenly stopped.
He looked down at his hands, where muscle fibers bulged violently beneath his skin, and blood flow surged to an alarming level.
The wind around us stopped.
No, it's that his perception speed was stretched Infinity.
Galatea was in mid-air, sensed something was wrong. She swooped down, her right fist creating a sonic boom, aiming straight for Thor's head.
"Get out of here!"
Jason pushed off the ground with both legs, and the beach instantly collapsed, creating a huge crater with a diameter of ten meters.
He leaped into the air, arriving first despite being behind, and slammed into Galatea's side.
boom!
A white shockwave exploded in mid-air, sending Galatea flying dozens of meters before she regained her footing after tumbling through the air.
She stared intently at Jason, her face filled with astonishment.
How could an ordinary human be on par with her in terms of strength?
Before she could even process what was happening, two dark figures flanked her from both sides.
Cassandra's movements were swift and decisive; with a high-speed sprint, she delivered a whip kick to Galatea's carotid artery.
The immense impact caused the clone's neck to crack with a teeth-grinding sound.
Galatea reached back to grab Cassandra's ankle.
A gleaming Blade appeared out of thin air and precisely severed her wrist.
Damian hovered in mid-air, his katana reflecting a dazzling halo of light in the sunlight.
"Too slow," Damian sneered.
He twisted his wrist and slammed the back of the knife hard into Galatea's head.
These vigilantes from the Bat Family are among the most elite fighting masters on Earth.
What they lacked was never skill, but the hardware to contend with the gods.
Now, Thor has completed the puzzle.
Six fighting masters with Kryptonian stats are up against a clone who only knows how to charge around with brute force.
This was not a battle at all; it was a one-sided Carnage.
Helena's eyes turned bloodshot, and her burning Heat Vision swept out, grazing Galatea's shoulder and leaving a trail of blood.
Shayera swung her Nth Metal warhammer, the electric current on the Hammerhead surging several times over, and slammed it down on Galatea's vest.
The clone screamed in agony and crashed to the ground like a meteorite.
Jason made a U-turn in mid-air and landed precisely on Galatea's trajectory.
He pulled his right arm back, his muscles bulging, and delivered a powerful uppercut to his opponent's chin.
Galatea was knocked away again, carving a deep trench over a hundred meters long into the sand.
Jason landed on the ground and shook his wrist.
He looked at his intact hands, then at the struggling clone in the distance.
"So this is what it's like to Superman?" Jason grinned, spitting out a mouthful of sandy saliva. "That's so cool!"
Geosynchronous orbit, Watchtower control room.
On the giant holographic screen, live footage of the battle on the beach is being played.
Bruce Wayne sat at the control panel, his hands clasped under his chin, his back ramrod straight.
The cold light emanating from the screen shone on his bat mask, outlining its hard, cold lines.
The surveillance system captured every word Thor said.
" Kryptonian in its normal form is no match for me."
Bruce quickly extracted the core information from that sentence.
The normal form means that Kryptonian also have non-normal forms.
Superman's power limit is not locked; there is a possibility of evolution.
Immediately afterwards, the terrifying combat power displayed by the six people on screen caused the air pressure in the control room to drop to freezing point.
With a casual wave of his hand, he granted six ordinary people Superman strength, perfectly replicating their defense, speed, and reflexes.
Bruce pulled up Jason and Damian's vital signs scans.
Data shows that their cellular structure was reorganized in a short period of time, and their efficiency in absorbing Sun radiation even exceeded that of the real Superman.
This Thor can not only create Superman, but also mass-produce him.
The danger rating in Bruce's tactical sandbox directly exceeded the highest threshold.
If Thor wanted to, he could raise an army of Kryptonian in a single day.
Moreover, the individual combat skills of this army far surpass those of Clark Kent.
On the beach.
Kara climbed out of the sandpit, covered in dust and dirt. Her red and blue uniform was tattered, and her blonde hair was stuck to her dusty cheeks.
She stared blankly into the distance at the clone that had beaten her so badly, now being pinned to the ground and rubbed into the ground by several ordinary vigilantes.
Kara turned her head, her gaze landing on Thor. He was leisurely sipping the last of his cola.
"How did you do that?" Kara asked, her voice noticeably dry.
Thor crumpled the empty paper cup into a ball and tossed it into the trash can.
He brushed the sand off his hands and turned to look at Kara.
"If you've lived for over five thousand years, you can too," Thor said casually.
Five thousand years? Kara was stunned.
While Krypton's civilization has a long history, the lifespan of any single entity could never reach such a number.
Her chest heaved as she tried to calm the turmoil within her. She stepped Thor and extended her right hand.
" Kara Zoeir," she introduced herself formally.
Thor reached out his right hand and grasped the sand-covered hand.
" Thor Odinson."
As they shook hands, Thor sized up the real Supergirl in front of him. She was youthful and energetic, but still too inexperienced.
He turned his head, his gaze passing over the beach and landing on Galatea, who was being brought over by Damian.
A white, deep-V uniform with an exaggerated slit at the chest, and short, neat blonde hair.
Thor stroked his chin; Cadmus's biotechnology was indeed quite impressive.
This clone's outfit is a complete copy of Power Girl's.
Moreover, due to artificial ripening, her figure is even more exaggerated than that of the original Kara.
"It's over." Damian led Galatea to Thor and kicked the clone in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel.
Galatea struggled violently, her eyes flashing crimson again, and intense heat rapidly gathered in the air.
Snap!
Thor raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
The crisp sound echoed on the beach, instantly shattering the red light in Galatea's eyes, and sending her sprawling to the side.
Before she could refocus her Heat Vision...
Snap!
Another slap.
Galatea was completely stunned. Her Kryptonian Physiology, which she was so proud of, seemed to be completely ineffective in front of this man, and a burning pain shot through her cheeks.
Thor raised his right hand, and a ball of green light gathered in his palm.
As the light faded, a sharply defined green crystal appeared in his hand, and pure Kryptonite radiation instantly swept around.
Kara's legs buckled, and she collapsed to one knee, gasping for breath.
Thor grabbed Galatea's chin and forcibly pried open her mouth.
He simply stuffed the freshly forged Green Kryptonite inside.
Gurgle.
Galatea was forced to swallow Kryptonite.
The veins on her neck bulged instantly, the strength that had filled her limbs and bones receded, her muscles atrophied, and her bones emitted a faint grinding sound.
In just a few seconds, this clone, who could dismantle an aircraft carrier with her bare hands, completely degenerated into an ordinary woman who couldn't even kill a chicken.
"Alright." Thor clapped his hands, looking down at Galatea, who was slumped on the ground. "Now you're my follower. If you behave well, you might get promoted to maid."
Galatea gritted her teeth, a feeling of humiliation exploding in her chest. She suddenly sprang up and swung her fist at Thor's face.
Damian snorted coldly, then pressed Galatea's shoulder down with one hand.
Bang!
"You damn brat! Let go of me! Or I'll make you regret it!"
Galatea was pinned to the sand, unable to move. All she could do was let out angry growls and helplessly claw at the sand with her hands.
The main control room of the Watchtower.
The red communication light on the control panel was flashing wildly.
Bruce pressed the answer button, and Amanda Waller Waller's gloomy face appeared on the screen.
" Batman," Amanda Waller cut to the chase without mincing words. "Hand over that clone to us; she's the property of the United States government."
Bruce stared at the screen, his lips drawn out in a straight line.
"Your property?" Bruce enunciated clearly, without any emotional fluctuation. " Cadmus manufactured prohibited biological weapons and attacked civilian areas. The Justice League hasn't settled that score with you yet."
"That's a necessary measure to prevent Superman from going out of control!" Amanda Waller slammed her hand on the table. "Hand her over, that's an order!"
"You can go ask for it yourself." Bruce placed his hands on the control panel and leaned forward.
"As long as you can get them away from that man named Thor, the Justice League won't clean up your mess, nor will they provoke a god who can create Kryptonian at will."
Amanda Waller's facial muscles twitched violently; she had clearly also seen the battle footage.
"Is there really no room for negotiation?" Amanda Waller asked through gritted teeth.
"As long as your fist is bigger Thor's."
A flippant voice came from behind Bruce, and Wally West appeared in the control room as a streak of red lightning.
He was still holding half a pizza in his hand, waving at Amanda Waller on the screen as he chewed.
Amanda Waller glared at Wally, angrily cut off the call, and the screen went back to static.
The control room fell silent.
Diana, dressed in red and blue armor, strode over to Bruce, her gaze fixed on the frozen image of Thor on the screen.
"So, what do we do now?" Diana asked.
Bruce remained silent for a full half minute, his mind racing, deducing all possible solutions.
Using Kryptonite? The opponent can create Kryptonite at will, so they are obviously not afraid of this weakness.
A magical attack? The opponent claims to be Thor, a top-tier being in the magical realm.
Human wave tactics? The enemy can mass-produce Superman, so human wave tactics are meaningless.
Bruce abandoned all radical options.
"Observe, make contact," Bruce concluded. "Don't offend him."
Wally swallowed the pizza in his mouth, and his eyes lit up.
"Really?" Wally leaned closer to the screen, staring at the group of swaggering bat-like vigilantes on the beach. "I'd like to go and check it out too. And experience Superman's abilities firsthand. I've always wondered what it feels like to travel faster than light combined with Krypton power."
Bruce ignored Wally's banter, his eyes still glued to the screen, his hands gripping the edge of the control panel tightly.
Headache.
I have a headache like never before.
When Darkseid's Parademons army attacked, he could at least find tactics to counterattack.
But against Thor, his prized tactical system was completely paralyzed.
This man is a bug that doesn't belong to this dimension; he completely crushes the Justice League's power ceiling.
Diana took the Lasso of Truth from her waist and re-wrapped it.
"I'm going back to Themyscira." Diana turned around. "To consult the mythological texts. Perhaps we can find information about our cosmic Thor. Every god has weaknesses."
The control room was deathly silent.
Clark floated in mid-air, his red cape hanging down.
John Stewart fiddled with the Green Lantern Ring on his hand, while J'onn stood in the shadows, silent.
No one responded to Diana's suggestion.
Facing an opponent who can casually grant mortals Krypton powers and treat Cadmus's most powerful weapon like a toy, if the opponent truly harbors hostility towards Earth...
Three seconds.
The seven members of the Justice League won't even have time to give their last words before they are completely wiped out.
Bruce looked at the screen. In the video, Thor turned his head, staring intently at the direction of the surveillance camera, and raised his empty paper cup in a toasting gesture.