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Ian swooped down toward Mars. The remaining clones, unafraid of death, tried to stop him, but Ian pulled out the Spear of Eternity and pierced them into living kebabs.
"These inferior clones can only fight Wonder Woman, so is it Injustice Superman leading them back to try and take my father's place again?"
"Did this guy go to another universe to level up and come back to fight another boss? And he succeeded on the first try?" Ian, filled with worry, swooped down into the Martian atmosphere.
His right fist, brimming with the residual power of the world-burning pulse, suddenly crashed into an invisible barrier just as he was about to break through.
"boom--!"
Golden and black energy ripples exploded in the void, and he was sent flying backward like a baseball hit by a bat, crashing through more than a dozen floating clone wreckage before barely managing to regain his footing.
"What the hell?"
Ian shook his numb arm and scanned the entire planet with his eyes. The visual feedback made his pupils shrink sharply—Mars was surrounded by layers of something that looked like chains.
It's like magic.
There are also some differences.
Those invisible and intangible chains pulsated like blood vessels, and each contraction caused a slight collapse in space, as if the entire Mars was locked up, preventing any life from entering.
"Damn it! What the hell is this?!"
Ian tried three more times.
None of them succeeded.
Even the trump card, [Writing the World with a Pen], is difficult to use—this is a manifestation of insufficient pen power, which prevents the modification of reality, even with the amplification of the magic book.
Just as Ian was covered in sweat.
"Meaningless."
The voice of Injustice Superman suddenly rang out. The voice sounded like a combination of more than a dozen vocal tones, possessing both Clark's rich and deep quality and a kind of inhuman electronic noise.
In addition, other unusual sounds appeared on Phobos. On the first moon of Mars, in the shadow of Phobos, a familiar metallic scraping sound suddenly came from.
"Click...clunk..."
That was the sound of the joints of the Hellbat armor turning.
Ian certainly wouldn't be unfamiliar with the armor he helped create.
"Hmm? The battlefield is over there?"
Ian turned his head sharply, his gaze piercing through the dust, and met a pair of scarlet eyes.
Unjust Superman.
This corrupted version of himself floated silently on the surface of Phobos, his black cloak writhing like a living thing, his exposed skin covered in demonic runes, each line shimmering with a faint light like the whispers of an evil god.
Beneath his boots—the figure was struggling.
“Uh… lift your foot? You’re blocking my eye contact with my Uncle Batman.” Ian floated closer and pointed to his feet, where the corrupted Superman was standing on one foot with Batman’s head. The mask of the Hell Armor was mostly shattered, Bruce’s chin was crushed into the rock by his boots, and his only intact left hand was still stubbornly digging at the magic mark on Injustice Superman’s ankle.
Batman is unkempt.
Instead, he tried to shave Injustice Superman's legs with a nanoblade?
Ian thought he had probably been beaten so badly his brain was damaged.
Unmoved by Ian's request, Injustice Superman remained unmoved, while Batman, whose mouth was deformed from being stepped on, managed to squeeze out a few electronic voices, "Don't worry about me!"
"Go find your father! He's with..." Before Batman could finish speaking, Injustice stepped on his mouth, and every time he opened his mouth, he would lick the sole of Injustice's shoe.
"okay!"
Ian turned and flew away.
The roar of the Hell Armor overload came from behind.
"You fucking... at least hesitate for a second..." Bruce thought through gritted teeth as he continued to try to scrape off the runes on Injustice Superman's legs.
Yes.
It's not about shaving leg hair.
It's about scraping those strange runes.
This is how Yi sees the misunderstanding of the human base.
"Leave."
Injustice Superman's words were concise and clear. Seeing Ian about to fly away, he immediately raised his head and released a heat beam to intercept him, its force incredibly strong. Two beams of heat, more intense than the core of the sun, pierced through the air, their trajectories as unpredictable as venomous snakes controlled by an invisible hand, tracing cunning arcs straight towards Ian's back!
"Holy crap?! Thermal imaging with automatic tracking? Cornering assist? Adaptive cruise control? This 360-degree turn—damn it! Is there no science here?!" Ian braked suddenly in mid-air, tumbling sideways in a sorry state. Rays grazed his cloak, burning two charred spacetime folds in the vacuum.
"You fucking cheated too! You cheater!"
Ian was furious.
Injustice Superman didn't answer; the demonic runes writhed beneath his skin, pumping more energy into his eyes like living things. The next wave of heat vision split into dozens of beams.
Like a crimson net, it enveloped Ian!
"It's endless, right?"
Ian was completely enraged. The black flames of the Burning World pulsed from his fist, shattering the oncoming beam net with a single punch. The undiminished force of the punch slammed into Injustice Superman's face, twisting his cold expression into a distorted shape.
"boom!"
Two superhuman-like objects crashed into the rock formations of Phobos like cannonballs. In the dust cloud stirred up by the shockwave, two figures could be seen fighting each other at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
"Destroy those runes on this man, those are shackles that suppress emotions!" Batman seized the opportunity to climb into the distance, ignoring the prompt in his ear that praising Ian would save him.
He's also a stubborn person.
Ian was about to take action.
"Damn it!"
It is said that the emotionless Unjust Superman suddenly developed some emotions.
And at that very moment.
The entire solar system seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second.
then--
“Boom, boom, boom!!!”
Mars exploded.
The crimson surface of Mars exploded without warning! An indescribable, terrifying energy erupted from the planet's core, causing the entire planet to shatter like glass, expand, and then—explode with a deafening roar!
A nebula formed from dust and fire instantly swept across the entire orbit.
It seemed to affect the entire Milky Way galaxy.
In the heart of that destruction.
Two golden figures appeared and disappeared.
"Idealistic Superman vs. Idealistic Superman!"
Ian's eyes were almost blinded by the light, but that didn't stop him from letting out a gasp.
Chapter 184 Golden Superman! Darkseid was stunned!
The destructive power of a Martian explosion is actually not that great.
Mars is a rocky planet with an internal structure mainly composed of silicate rocks and a metallic core. It does not have the conditions for nuclear fusion fuel and continuous fusion reactions like stars.
Even if the Martian explosion released all its gravitational binding energy, it would only be three millionths of the Sun's energy per second, so the aftershocks of the explosion would not reach Earth.
however.
The energy emanating from the two golden figures was different. Mars exploded, but at this moment, the flames and shockwaves that swept across the planet seemed so dim.
At the very center of the explosion, two figures were locked in a confrontation that defied the laws of physics, their combined light so intense that even a supernova would pale in comparison.
This is not science.
It's called "Krypton Studies".
Krypton's idealistic philosophy.
The moment the two figures collided at the core, all the fire, dust, and shockwaves became mere background noise. At the epicenter of the explosion, two golden figures were locked in a physical struggle.
One, clad in a red and blue suit, with eyes as fiery as stars, is Superman, Clark Kent, a symbol of hope. The other, whose suit is also gold, is also Superman, Clark Kent. However, this person is Ian's father's counterpart from another universe, with an incredibly resolute and cold expression.
"They showed me everything, let me witness the end... Only when there is only one Superman left can we save this multiverse!"
The golden Superman whispered to Ian's father, saying that the real Clark of this universe did not approve of this kind of salvation by slaughtering his counterparts. He remained silent and clashed his arms with the other's.
The mere clash of their energies had already torn apart the fabric of space and time.
boom--! ! !
A beam of light, indescribable in words, erupted from the center of their clash.
That's not just light.
It was the pure torrent of their will, the embodiment of the purest "hope" deep within the Kryptonian bloodline, a light of belief powerful enough to rewrite the laws of physics.
It swept through, obliterating stellar debris like pencil marks erased by an eraser, even distorting and warping spacetime itself. Golden energy, like a galaxy pouring down, instantly engulfed the Martian remains, Phobos, and all the floating clone corpses. Stars, meteorites, and everything else in its path.
Even the light itself was evaporated, distorted, and reconstituted into pure light dust by this force. This light was extremely powerful, far exceeding the brightness of any burning star.
It was as if it were about to ignite the darkness of the entire multiverse.
"Superman of Light! The real M78 Nebula is in DC!"
Ian straddled Injustice, his hands gripping Injustice's fingers tightly. Injustice's knuckles cracked under the strain, and it looked like Ian was about to break his sixth finger.
however.
The light had already burst forth towards them.
"How could this happen... Your Clark shouldn't have such potential..." Unjust Superman, whose emotions were being suppressed, was still in a daze when Ian grabbed him and used him as a human shield.
"We must use Superman to fight Superman!"
Ian hid his face behind the other person's back. The moment the light engulfed the two of them, Ian felt his blood boiling—not a metaphor, but a real golden-red flame ignited in his veins.
Even little Ian felt a burning sensation, as if he had been set ablaze.