I’ve Got This

As his words fell, Heisenberg released Clark, who slowly crawled up, wailing in pain.

While Clark struggled to rise, Heisenberg surveyed the surroundings. His cold gaze made everyone standing opposite him shiver.

"When it comes to pain, it's not just Clark who lacks experience—you all do!

Frankly, no matter how much combat experience you have, none of you have been injured enough.

Princess of the Amazons, a demigoddess—who could inflict enough pain on you? Only Ares?

Princess of Atlantis, raised in the palm of your father and people—have you ever bled?

Cyborg, I'm not too worried about you. A football player is no stranger to fatigue and collisions.

But have you ever had your arm broken? Since gaining your new body, have you faced an environment that could disable it?

Arthur, you've always boasted of your strength on the streets, but have you ever faced death?

And finally…"

Heisenberg turned to Clark, who had just removed his hand from his eye socket. His eyeball was bloodshot, as crimson as when he unleashed his heat vision.

Clark gripped his left pinky finger, snapping it back into place with a roar.

As Clark recovered, Heisenberg extended his right hand, grasping at nothing.

Instantly, boundless sunlight descended from the sky, bathing the Amazonian arena in radiant light, as dazzling as a divine realm.

Under this light, everyone felt their stamina replenish, their bodies brimming with power.

Clark, in particular, saw his bruised pinky heal rapidly, and even his eyeball returned to normal in an instant.

"My light now envelops this place. As long as you're not pulverized on the spot, even the gravest injuries will heal in moments!"

Heisenberg smirked, then sliced his right hand across his own throat.

"I won't hold back. Try to survive my attacks!"

Whoosh!!!

No sooner had Heisenberg spoken than Clark soared into the air, bypassing everyone to throw a punch at him.

As Heisenberg countered with a punch, Clark glared fiercely, unleashing heat vision that struck Heisenberg's chest at a speed surpassing his own.

Heisenberg's movement faltered under the impact, and in that moment, Clark closed the distance.

Boom!!!

A punch to Heisenberg's face forced him to tilt back slightly.

Before he could dodge, Clark's heat vision struck again. Clark unleashed both his heat vision and a barrage of punches.

His actions mirrored Heisenberg's from moments ago!

Facing Clark's relentless assault, Heisenberg smirked.

Thud!!!

Heisenberg's left hand seized Clark's incoming fist, while his right hand grabbed Clark's other fist.

Boom!!!

A headbutt from Heisenberg cracked Clark's nose, sending searing pain through his eyes.

"Don't let me catch you!"

Heisenberg released Clark's right hand, elbowing him in the armpit.

Crack!!!

Clark's right arm dislocated with a sharp snap.

Seizing the moment, Heisenberg lunged into Clark's embrace, releasing his dislocated arm and locking Clark's head in place.

Meanwhile, sensing Cyborg's energy blast from the left, Heisenberg used Clark's body as a shield.

Cyborg halted his attack in horror, and Heisenberg twisted Clark's neck, producing a gruesome cracking sound.

Heisenberg then tossed Clark aside. It would take Clark at least two to three minutes to recover—his spine was cracked!

With Clark neutralized, Heisenberg's tactics grew casual.

He charged into the fray, disarming Arthur with a few moves before hurling him aside.

Diana tried to resist with her Aegis shield, but Heisenberg never attacked her head-on.

"A shield's weakness is its back," Heisenberg quipped, a universal truth across realms.

With a few more moves, Diana fled with a severed arm, her own sword having cut it off.

Without even using Gungnir or the Chaos Blade, within three minutes, the Justice League was decimated—Cyborg's limbs shattered, Mera's fingers broken.

The Justice League was utterly defeated…

Surveying the heroes nursing their wounds on the ground, Heisenberg sighed.

His sigh darkened their already grim expressions.

Mera, unaccustomed to such defeat, even teared up.

But so what…

Heisenberg suddenly smiled, his cold lips curling.

"Metropolis limits my movements, but the Amazonian arena does not!

From today onward, similar combat training must last at least six hours daily!

You may think you each have unique skills, but I haven't even used Gungnir or the Chaos Blade yet.

I only hope that after some time, you'll at least make me fight longer!!!"

As his words fell, Heisenberg raised his right hand, and the shattered arena floor instantly smoothed out.

Turning to the heroes with varied expressions, he chuckled lightly.

"Come, heroes who just died. Let's continue!!!"

…

Meanwhile, in the library, Bruce followed Queen Hippolyta to their destination.

Gazing at the cavern filled with stone inscriptions, Bruce nodded in satisfaction.

"Thank you, Queen Hippolyta. I'll find enough data on Darkseid from these records.

This will greatly increase our chances of victory!"

"I hope so, Mr. Wayne. This place is yours for the next few days.

Now, if you'll excuse me."

Hippolyta bid farewell and left the library.

As soon as she departed, Barry eagerly picked up the first stone tablet.

"Wow, this is nearly 30,000 years old! I'm holding untold history in my hands!

Let me see… A man summoning lightning to shatter a box… Wait, the box split into three!

This must be the Mother Box. When combined, it grants immense power; separated, it becomes three!

This story is so familiar—the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, right?"

Barry handed the tablet to Bruce.

"I'll read faster than you, so I'll go through everything and organize it for you.

I'm not much help, but I can assist with small tasks."

"Agreed!"

Bruce nodded, pulling a mini camera from his belt and placing it in Barry's hands.

"Photograph everything, then sort the images.

I'll focus on the tablets, searching for every hidden clue!"

"OK!!!"

Barry nodded, grabbed the camera, and vanished. Countless currents flickered around Bruce—all Barry's movements.

Watching Barry work, Bruce was impressed. Though talkative, Barry was efficient with tasks.

Worth cultivating…

"Done!!!"

Before Bruce could finish his thought, Barry reappeared beside him, returning the camera.

"I've reviewed all 941 inscriptions. 820 depict ancient battles, featuring many familiar figures—likely demigods and deities.

The remaining tablets describe Darkseid's defeat. The abstract imagery makes it hard to identify his allies, but thankfully, the text focuses on Darkseid.

There are 42 textual records: three stories, seven myths, and the rest describe Darkseid and his minions' abilities.

Besides the omnipresent, bizarrely dying Parademons, there are many uniquely powerful beings worth noting.

I'm not sure how many of his original team remain.

I've categorized everything into folders. You can review them in any order you prefer.

I've also sorted the tablets. My photography isn't great, so if anything's unclear, you can quickly find the original for comparison!"

Barry looked at Bruce expectantly, asking excitedly,

"What's my next task? Can I tidy up here?"

"No need!!!"

Bruce, stunned, stopped Barry from fetching a broom.

Rubbing his forehead, he muttered helplessly,

"You've done amazingly well!!!"

Swallowing hard, Bruce wasn't envious of anyone's power, but he truly envied Barry's terrifying information processing speed.

With such speed, he could propel humanity beyond the solar system within a year—he wasn't exaggerating!

But envy aside, Bruce wasn't jealous.

Patting Barry's shoulder, he gently advised,

"You've done more than enough. With most of the work completed, I don't need further assistance.

Explore the island or join Heisenberg's training.

I'll handle the rest!"

"Are you sure you can manage?"

"Of course. Go enjoy yourself. Do things your age—chat with the Amazonian girls!

Hurry!!!"

Bruce unceremoniously ushered Barry out of the library.

Once Barry was gone, Bruce finally relaxed.

With Barry around, he felt utterly incompetent.

Barry could accomplish in seconds what took Bruce a day!

It was too demoralizing!