redvbooks Chapter 116 The Fastest Kryptonite Flow Mud Truck Martial Arts Legend
Chapter 116 The Fastest Kryptonite Flow Mud Truck Martial Arts Legend
Chapter 116 The Fastest Kryptonite Flow Mud Truck Martial Arts Legend
"No way, no way, even with the Bloodrage buff active, they can't beat the other three Kryptonians?"
Chen Tao squatted in the corner, muttering to himself with a hint of grievance, "Are Kryptonians really that strong? What happened to the idealistic Superman? What happened to how strong he is, depending on how strong he thinks he is?"
boom!
On the screen, Clark and General Zod were exchanging heat visions, but halfway through, Clark countered with a horizontal bar strike using his own heat vision, sending them flying backward.
"Clark lost this time purely because he was standing on the left," Chen Tao said confidently to the old butler, Alfred. "Next time, if he's on the right, it might be different."
On the screen, Clark throws a punch at Zod, but Zod grabs it. As usual, Zod separates Clark's hands, leaving him wide open.
Clark opened his mouth and let out a foul-smelling, freezing breath. General Zod vomited on the spot—all over Clark's head. Under Clark's stench attack for several minutes, Zod somehow learned the skill of disgusting others without being taught.
So Clark also vomited.
The two of them started vomiting at the same time, punching each other as they did so. The shockwaves from their punches caused their vomit to splash and cause damage.
The burly Kryptonian lieutenant, Ek, who had wanted to go up and help, stopped in his tracks when he saw this scene.
The current situation is one of mutual disgust. The whole scene doesn't resemble a high-end alien war at all; instead, it looks like a children's web game like "Invincible Tramp" or "Defense Superman."
Once things get complicated, when one side takes the initiative to use underhanded but effective tactics, the other side has no choice but to follow suit.
"Oh, stop disgusting me, that's enough," Alfred said. "I'm going to throw up if I keep watching this fight."
Chen Tao, on the contrary, found it fascinating.
"That's for the best," he said. "With everyone weakened, Clark will definitely be able to defeat General Zod and his men on his own."
On the screen, the hulking Ekko dodged left and right, but ultimately suffered a splash attack, which finally made him lose his last bit of restraint. The three of them sprayed each other with heat vision and fluid substances, having a great time fighting.
Alfred heard Chen Tao say, "We really can't keep making someone like me, who's almost retired, go around getting into fights. What kind of nonsense is this?"
He rambled on, saying, "I promised you I'd retire. If I keep pushing myself forward like this, wouldn't that be schizophrenia, a contradiction between my words and actions? My mind is perfectly normal."
Alfred saw Superman on the screen being grabbed by his cape and slammed to the ground. He endured the stench and hugged Superman from behind. General Zod pounced on him from the front, hitting him from both sides, making his head sway back and forth like a roly-poly toy.
Clark tried to take off and get rid of the two men, but all three of them were taken into the air. The three burly men, like a human pyramid, crashed together onto the long street with a loud bang.
Two Kryptonians, one in front and one behind, sandwiched Clark's head between their heat beams. Clark's steel body cried out in pain, "Stop!"
The situation seems a bit bad.
Alfred said, "Uh, I'm not sure—"
General Zod swung a broken steel beam from the building and slammed it hard between Clark's legs.
"Hiss..." Alfred gasped.
Once the moral bottom line of combat is crossed, it immediately begins to race headlong into the abyss, eventually sliding to an appalling level.
Alfred made his decision: "Bruce, actually, if it were just this once, I wouldn't..."
"Don't worry, Alfred, I won't even need to lift a finger. Clark will definitely win." Then he heard his little Bruce chuckle like an idiot, then, as if hypnotizing himself, he said in a light, cheerful voice, "He's Superman. If it's just this level, it's not enough to defeat him."
Chen Tao confidently stated, "He's about to unleash his full power in a little while. You know, it's always this kind of plot—for love and justice, and maybe some magical girl or something."
Alfred observed the other person's expression for a while and found that the other person actually thought that way.
He then gasped again.
"Bruce... perhaps my thoughts have put too much pressure on you," Alfred carefully chose his words, "Actually..."
But Chen Tao ignored what he was thinking. He looked at the screen and playfully pumped his fist: "Go for it, kid!"
"Mr. Bruce?"
Chen Tao watched the three men fight with great interest, as if he were watching the 2013 movie "Man of Steel".
"Mr. Bruce, I have something to tell you."
"Oh, what's wrong?"
Chen Tao then turned around and saw Alfred looking at the image on another screen with a somewhat solemn expression.
"Something unexpected has happened." He pointed upwards and said, "Fiora was probably fighting those planes, so we haven't been paying attention to her. But look now, isn't that Shiva, the one the Penguin and the others mentioned causing trouble for them in Gotham? And Red Hood, what are they doing here?"
Chen Tao turned his head and immediately slammed his hand on the table.
"Holy crap, Red Hood is dying!"
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Jason Todd gritted his teeth.
Reason told him that he shouldn't be as crazy as Ms. Shiva.
From a mathematical perspective, even the maximum dose of venom injected could not compare to the power displayed by the Kryptonians; this battle was unequal from the start.
This was suicidal. Jason knew that just because he had died once before didn't mean he could repeatedly leap over the line of death and soar like a roc.
The best thing he should do is turn back to Gotham, stop getting involved in the mess Batman made in Metropolis, and then plan how to get revenge on Batman, kill the Joker, unify the Gotham underworld, keep the dark side of Gotham under control, completely change the old Batman's ineffective cat-and-mouse game, and then give him a big surprise when the old Batman returns from Metropolis.
But he still came; he's such an idiot.
In fact, Jason was not unaware of the underlying logic of Ms. Shiva's actions. Over the years, some more extreme martial artists have deliberately challenged enemies who were stronger than themselves, even several times stronger, intentionally pushing themselves to the brink of life and death, actively cutting off all their escape routes in order to achieve a huge breakthrough in strength and bottlenecks.
Ms. Shiva, including Jason himself, and even his adoptive father, the famous Batman Bruce Wayne, and many of the world's top martial artists have come this far.
Breaking the limits of the human body comes at a price; countless people succeed, but behind them lie the countless bones of those who failed to break through those limits.
Therefore, with this mindset, Jason knew that Professor Shiva would never back down.
Martial artists who reach Shiva's level are no longer just engaging in physical combat, but also competing with something as mysterious and profound as "God".
If Shiva were to turn away today, she would subjectively consider herself a "failure." She would still be the strongest martial artist, but she would no longer be the "undisputed" one.
This is unacceptable to Ms. Shiva.
The problem is that before the Kryptonians appeared, both the challengers and the challenged were human. This premise dictated that the power difference between them wouldn't be so great as to be on completely different levels.
He had been hiding nearby and witnessed firsthand how the enemy jumped onto the plane and brutally murdered those poor soldiers. This was a force that no normal human could match.
So you can imagine how surprised Jason was when Ms. Shiva knocked down Fiora.
He emerged from the shadows where he was hiding.
Fiora collapsed to her knees, the intense dizziness and cacophony rendering her completely powerless to resist in an instant. The once-powerful female Kryptonian knelt before Lady Shiva like a fish stranded on a beach.
She was breathing heavily, making hoarse sounds, and her eyes were bloodshot.
"I won," said Ms. Shiva, making a gesture similar to blessing in Christianity during Mass, her voice devoid of joy or sorrow. She seemed somewhat excited, yet also utterly devoid of emotion.
She said, "You've got one thing wrong. We're enemies. There's a difference in strength and a fight to the death. Even if we respect each other, it's only right to fight to the death and use any means necessary to win."
He drew a short knife from Fiora's waist, the same knife she had used when she confronted Colonel Hardy.
"To die gloriously is to die for a worthy cause," said Ms. Shiva, raising her knife high. "Die!"
Fiora kept her mouth tightly shut and couldn't say a word, nor could she utter keywords like "Masha" to stop Shiva's actions.
Clang!
With all her might, Ms. Shiva plunged a knife into the most vulnerable part of Fiora's neck, sending sparks flying.
"Impossible." Shiva gritted her teeth, held the short sword in a reverse grip, made a drawing and slashing motion, and then slashed at Fiora's most vulnerable eyeball again.
Clang!
Shiva changed his sword-wielding motion again, this time using a straight thrust, the short blade slicing out like a poisonous dragon.
invalid.
Without a word, Ms. Shiva activated the venom on her back, then attached another tube and coldly inserted it into her arm.
Glug glug glug glug glug...
The sound of the venom pump was so loud that even Jason, who was walking over, could hear it. Half of Ms. Shiva's body swelled up like an inflating balloon, gradually losing its human form.
Veins bulged from her bulging muscles, and the bright green venom flowing in her veins was clearly visible.
"Professor Shiva, the amount of venom you used is absolutely, positively excessive."
Jason, standing nearby, said anxiously, "This is almost the maximum dosage Bane can take, but the opponent is a burly man over two meters tall and weighs over 350 pounds (about 159 kilograms), while you..."
"And I am an Asian woman who is only about 1.7 meters tall, I know that." Then he heard Ms. Shiva's indifferent voice.
"But I can do it."
Ms. Shiva's height increased steadily as her tendons tore and her bones lengthened due to Venom's modifications.
Clang!
She plunged the knife into Fiora's temple again, but it only caused the other woman to tilt her head slightly.
Clang clang clang clang!
The sounds of hammering metal were deafening, faster, more powerful, and more resilient! The relentless slashes were applied by Ms. Shiva to every vital and vulnerable spot on Fiora's body. Her movements were blurry, and despite her best efforts to scrape her opponent, she could not harm her in the slightest.
"Venom, I need more venom—" Ms. Shiva stopped what she was doing and pressed the reservoir on her back twice more, but the venom in the reservoir quickly ran out. Ms. Shiva immediately felt her strength stop increasing.
She turned to Jason: "There's still Venom in the car, isn't there?"
It felt like something was missing; the opponent's touch was so firm. But Shiva really felt like his attack was working.
"No, Professor Shiva, you can't inject any more venom! An overdose will kill you!"
But Ms. Shiva completely disregarded Jason's opinion. After receiving an almost affirmative answer, Ms. Shiva lifted her foot and left her spot. The venom not only granted her strength but also gave her speed far exceeding her original limits, making her move as if she were flashing.
A few minutes later, a monstrous, muscular monster returned.
"My God, Professor Shiva!" Jason swallowed hard, his face hidden behind the red hood. "How much Venom did you use?"
"I've used them all up."
Jason took a breath: "But I've calculated the limits of Bane's body and drug dosage. Once his strength exceeds 120 tons, he will lose his sanity and memory..."
"If Bain can do 120 tons, I can do 240 tons, stop talking nonsense."
Ms. Shiva struck Fiora again with her knife, using all her strength, leaving a white mark next to Fiora's temple.
"I don't believe it!"
Clang clang clang clang!
The clanging of metal continued unabated as Fiora slowly rose from the ground.
The clanging of metal was still ringing out when Fiora coughed twice and looked up.
Ms. Shiva's temples throbbed, and a severe headache eroded her sanity. She attacked the same spot again and again, hoping to break through the steel-like defenses of her opponent.
But all is in vain.
With a crisp, clear sound, the Kryptonian combat dagger shattered into pieces under immense force, disintegrating into nothingness.
Fiora rose from the ground, looking indifferently at Ms. Shiva. The continuous attacks and the passage of time had finally allowed her to gradually shake off the immense noise interference from the Kryptonian's superhuman senses.
Jason's heart sank to the bottom.
"I'm sorry, Master," Fiora said.
She slowly raised her fist, a fist belonging to a female warrior, slender yet full of power.
"This is the last one."
boom!
Jason felt every hair on his body stand on end; the threat of death made him tremble all over.
With a deafening roar, before humans could even react, Fiora's fist had already surpassed the speed of sound. There was no more mercy, no more mutual respect; anyone struck by such a fist would instantly...
The fist stopped at the tip of Ms. Shiva's nose.
The immense wind pressure caused Ms. Shiva's facial features and hair to ripple and undulate.
"What happened?" Jason asked. "What's going on?"
"She's dead." Fiora looked on with deep regret as she stared at the fist that had struck her chest beforehand. "Did she commit suicide to avoid a crushing defeat because she saw no hope of victory? I've lost this round."
Without the venom to nourish her, Ms. Shiva's body is gradually shrinking.
Fiora bowed slightly: "You are a worthy opponent."
Jason looked at Ms. Shiva, who was standing there frozen, and felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Now it's your turn," Fiora said. "Would you like to do it yourself like the master, or would you like me to help you?"
Jason wanted to say something, but he saw Fiora suddenly looking at the sky behind her with a serious expression.
A black dot fell there, like a fragment falling at midnight, passing through the stars and fading into the human world.
Then Jason realized who the other person was.
Batman!
He never imagined they would meet again under these circumstances.
Boom!
Fiora gave up her spot and watched as Chen Tao landed on the ground in a superhero-like manner, with black nanobots swirling around him.
"So."
She crossed her arms with great interest: "Give me some fun, yet another new master?"
She said, "And what skills do you have?"
Jason's expression was complex beneath the red hood.
He never imagined he would see Batman again at this time.
But he still said, "Damn it, Bat, let's go! This guy isn't human at all; we have no chance against him."
He had already secretly gripped the ultrasonic bomb behind his back, just waiting for Batman to throw the smoke bomb so he could coordinate with his actions.
As the second Robin, he had worked seamlessly with Batman countless times, and even after so many years, he had not forgotten these fundamental skills.
He knows Batman too well. The moment Batman bends over, he knows what kind of "bat droppings" he's about to produce, and he can react completely based on Batman's actions.
Then he saw Batman put his feet together, and in a flash, they turned into two wheels.
Jason: ?
The drifting black sand gathered beside Chen Tao, swirling around the menacing Batmobile. Fiora saw a row of green spikes gleaming on the front of the vehicle.
All she heard was the other person's gruff voice: "Hah! Mud cart Iaijutsu!"
Then the other party just created it like that.
Haha, actually when I was writing Volume 1, I had the protagonist say, "What's the use of turning into a car? Listen to me, I'll rip you to pieces!" It should be in Volume 2.
(End of this chapter)