Don't Talk to Yourself
Chapter 107: Stop Talking to Yourself
"This armor is very powerful, but it doesn't seem to be a match for that lifeform."
Lex Luthor watched the battle on the screen.
Inside the base, the air tore apart. David and Zero Armor were not far apart in strength, but David was clearly weaker. With David's simple attacks, the armor could barely withstand them, retreating step by step.
"The Steel Warrior's abilities are not limited to this."
Things were not going as he had expected, and Sam Lane's expression was grim.
According to the assessment, the Steel Warrior should have no problem capturing Superman. If it weren't for the fact that the safe and stable neural interface experiment required at least half a year, he wouldn't have needed Lex's involvement at all.
"This guy's physical body seems stronger than Superman's, but the outcome won't change."
If the two were from the same alien race, this person would be a more mature individual, possessing not only abilities that the young-looking Superman lacked but also a stronger physique.
"A body of flesh and blood cannot contend with a creation of steel!" he guessed in his mind, stating it with firm confidence.
"Even if he gains the upper hand for now, it's only because John is not yet familiar with the Zero Armor."
Flesh and blood get tired and injured, but the Zero Armor is different. So far, the purple-glowing figure hadn't managed to inflict any damage on the Zero Armor.
Once John became proficient in controlling it and gradually unleashed its full power, both of these suspected alien lifeforms would be captured.
"I hope so."
Lex Luthor frowned at General Sam Lane, who was unyielding.
"I don't want all my investment to come to nothing in the end."
"Attack, capture him."
The soldiers thought Clark had gotten up from the ground and couldn't even stand steadily, having lost his strength. In reality, he was just unaccustomed to his weakened body.
Bang!
A rifle butt violently struck Clark's neck, trying to knock him down.
Clark backhanded the blow, sending the ferocious soldier flying several meters like a weightless balloon, dazed. Several people rushed forward with special handcuffs, only to be easily knocked to the ground.
Bang, bang, bang!
"Open fire!"
Seeing that Clark still had the strength to resist, the soldiers quickly raised their rifles and pulled the triggers.
A series of sharp gunshots followed, with pointed bullets piercing the air with a whistling sound, tearing Clark's clothes to shreds.
Clark's body was unharmed. He let out an angry roar and, under the hail of bullets, charged forward, knocking down all the soldiers with his bare hands.
For a person to block bullets with their bare flesh was astonishing enough.
But compared to the fierce battle between David and Zero Armor, Clark's situation seemed like a children's squabble.
With every punch and kick, shockwaves rolled out, affecting dozens of meters.
The Zero Armor's functions were absolutely off the charts, beyond human comprehension. However, it was facing David. The terrifying kinetic energy carried by David's fierce attacks was easily absorbed by it.
John Corbin's fists felt like they were punching into an unfathomably deep ocean, causing him extreme discomfort.
He was controlling the Zero Armor through neural impulses, and the armor was like an extension of his limbs, but it still required time to get used to.
"Are you toying with me, alien monster!"
John Corbin was certain that as the battle progressed, his control over the armor became more adept, and the armor's functions became stronger. Yet, this guy, for some reason, was increasing his strength with every punch and kick.
Even though his strength had nearly doubled since the start of the fight, he was still at a disadvantage.
His voice was filled with angry urgency, and his fists rained down like a storm, but they were all blocked.
What drove him even crazier was that David barely paid him any attention. During the fight, he only occasionally examined the Zero Armor he was wearing, as if only the powerful armor was worth his notice. As for the person piloting the armor, he was insignificant and not worthy of conversation.
"The Zero Armor is not equipped with any long-range weapons. Besides being a prototype, the main reason is that human technology cannot find weapons that can match the destructive power of the armor's fists, other than nuclear weapons."
In the basement, Dr. Ains watched the battle on the screen, his mouth agape in shock.
He thought the most difficult step was undoubtedly John Corbin's neural connection with the armor. Once successful, the alien attack would no longer be a problem.
But the fists that tore through the air and collapsed skyscrapers seemed like mere showy, soft attacks in front of this person, unable to even make him take a single step back.
"If we can't defeat him even with this, how are we supposed to deal with him?
Are we going to drop a nuclear bomb regardless of the consequences?"
The scene before them clearly indicated that all of humanity's conventional weapons were meaningless against this suspected alien. He could wreak havoc in major human cities at will.
It wouldn't take many more such powerful beings from this alien race to conquer this planet as easily as a game.
Dr. Ains couldn't help but pray that the terrifyingly powerful figure wasn't actually an alien.
"If it were Diana before she unearthed her bloodline power, she would also be in a tough fight against this armor without the Sword of Vulcan."
A hint of surprise flickered across David's brow. The kinetic energy, comparable to the explosion of thousands of tons of TNT, sent the silver-gray armor staggering back, its legs plowing two ten-meter-long trenches in the hard concrete ground.
With the thrusters emitting flames, John Corbin immediately lunged forward again with a fierce assault, like a fearless berserker, his steel fists tearing through the earth.
Vroom!
Two purple energy beams tore through the sky.
"It's useless, your energy can't hurt me!"
John Corbin shouted, controlling his armor to ignore the terrifyingly hot energy. He pushed through the powerful impact ahead, arriving before David and throwing a punch.
David met his attack with a calm expression. The earth-shattering force sent him flying back effortlessly once more.
John Corbin, clad in the Zero Armor, possessed the strength to conquer a small nation single-handedly. But before David, who had begun to exert himself, he seemed so weak and insignificant, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, unable to withstand his attacks.
In mid-air, the purple energy remaining on the surface of the steel armor vanished like water absorbed by a sponge.
His eyes captured a similar sight again, and David confirmed that this armor was made from Prometheus Metal. He wasn't surprised, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.
"Prometheus Metal, also known as Promethium, was invented by Steve Dayton, one of the wealthiest individuals in the DC world. It's an alloy created by mixing titanium and vanadium in a secret ratio, resulting in a nearly indestructible alloy.
Part of Cyborg, a member of the Justice League, is made from Prometheus Metal."
As he fought John Corbin, who charged again like a tireless fighting dog, David suppressed him completely with his fists.
If it were just hard metal, it wouldn't be worth his attention.
David didn't need any weapons to augment his combat power; his robust physique and abilities were his strongest weapons.
Bang!
The fist made of flesh and blood descended, like a mountain peak falling from the sky. The ground beneath him, spanning over a dozen meters, shattered and caved in. John Corbin was practically hammered into the ground, kneeling on one knee, his teeth chattering, struggling to block.
He gazed at the mysterious face hidden within the purple light, his expression grim as he roared like a beast.
"This armor was created to eliminate all extraterrestrial threats to Earth. I am the ultimate weapon against you!"
Why was it that he, wearing armor forged from the world's strongest alloy, imbued with humanity's highest technology, couldn't defeat someone with no protective gear or weapons?
"If I can't defeat you, what's the point of enduring five years of brutal, hellish training to wear this priceless, expensive armor!"
Pushing David's fist away with his arms, John Corbin roared and lunged forward. His body, like a cannonball, hurtled towards David's chest with his head.
"Alien monster, your goals will never be achieved."
"Stop talking to yourself.
You're arbitrarily labeling others as aliens and acting like you're defending against a conspiracy."
David felt that this person might have some mental issues. He extended a palm and absorbed all the kinetic energy from John Corbin's mountain-crushing attack, slamming him heavily into the ground. John Corbin roared in frustration, trying to get up again.
Bang!
"Do you have persecution complex?"
A fist, like a meteorite falling from the heavens, descended and smashed into his head, driving him back into the pit.
"Did you forget who started all of this!"
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