Chapter 108: How Should I Deal With You?

The entire base shook, the deep pit sinking further, earth waves rolling away, shockwaves exploding outwards, sweeping tens of meters, leaving no one able to approach.

Bang!

The towering figure radiating purple light shot piercing purple beams from its eyes. David, using his ability to manipulate energy, consumed cosmic energy, enhancing his physical strength to an unprecedented level.

Punch after punch landed, like an earthquake, even nearby houses in the base were toppled.

"Once I tear off this metal shell, let's see if you still have the nerve to talk about ultimate weapons in front of me!"

Under his iron fists, capable of sinking an aircraft carrier, the silver-gray metal was no longer unscathed. Fist-shaped dents appeared on John Corbin's armor.

"Warning, armor integrity at five percent damage... eight percent..."

"How is this possible?!"

The blinding red in front of him and the warning sounds in his ears made John Corbin disbelieving.

Although the damage was not extensive now, even the slightest damage to the Zero Armor was difficult for him to accept.

"Dr. Ains evaluated this armor, stating it's enough for someone to survive a nuclear explosion, even at ground zero."

"That's because this armor is designed for energy-based offense!"

He threw a punch in counterattack, but it was caught. David continued to pummel him, the deep pit extending further downwards.

David's fists hadn't yet reached the power of a single punch comparable to a nuclear explosion, but the armor's defensive capabilities weren't that formidable either.

"There are two types of Prometheus Metal: consumable and mutable.

The skeletal structure of the armor is composed of the consumable type, which is merely tough. The most important is the mutable type, one of whose characteristics is the ability to absorb energy almost infinitely."

It was somewhat similar to his energy manipulation, but it could only absorb, not freely re-manipulate and release. Moreover, it couldn't absorb kinetic energy, the simplest form of energy for him, acting like a giant battery.

Wearing this armor and surviving at the epicenter of a nuclear explosion was possible because it could absorb the energy of the blast.

"I can't let him keep attacking."

As the armor sustained continuous damage, John Corbin felt a bucket of cold water poured over his heart. He pulled his fist back, trying to escape David.

Chiii!

Thrusters beneath his feet spewed flames.

But as soon as he moved a short distance, David swiftly, like lightning, grabbed the armor's leg and slammed him heavily onto the ground, delivering several more punches.

Bang bang bang!

The chest plate of the Zero Armor began to warp and shatter.

"No, stop him quickly.

We absolutely cannot let him destroy the Zero Armor!"

Seeing the Zero Armor's chest plate starting to deform, Sam Lane's expression changed drastically. He grabbed the microphone and shouted urgently.

Bang bang bang!

Gunships that had long been airborne awaiting orders unleashed their cannons.

The rounds struck David, but they felt like gentle raindrops, having no effect. He turned, sweeping a heat vision beam across the sky, causing several aircraft to plummet and explode. He then turned back and threw another punch.

Fear flickered in John Corbin's eyes. The confidence the armor had previously given him had vanished.

He now felt as if the armor was just a tin can, and that can was being pried open. Once it was open, it would be his death.

"No!"

John Corbin struggled in anger. He threw a punch, but it hit David as if striking a ten-thousand-meter peak, unable to budge him even slightly. He looked like a delicate young girl pinned to the ground, his counterattack comically futile.

"Warning, armor chest plate damage at ninety-eight percent."

Chiii!

A grating sound of tearing metal ensued.

The heavy chest plate was pierced, a large hole ripped open. The compressed-to-substance shockwave blasted into the armor. John Corbin's eyes bulged, his ribs crackling and shattering, caving inward. He was clearly suffocating.

Without the armor's protection.

Before David's fist even landed, he was dead.

"The mutable type of Prometheus Metal has another ability: causing gene mutation to gain superpowers. However, only Steve Dayton has used it to create supersoldiers in large numbers, so there must be a special method."

But it didn't matter. Since Prometheus Metal had already been invented, he could pay a visit someday.

David straightened up, glanced at the destroyed armor, and then looked at Clark.

Bang!

At that moment, Clark had just been knocked to the ground by an RPG rocket. David flashed in front of him, a laser beam sweeping across, engulfing the soldiers holding guns in purple light, evaporating them from the world, leaving behind pools of molten iron.

"Is it over?"

Clark, with his clothes tattered and looking disheveled, stood up. "We should get out of here quickly."

"The mastermind behind this whole operation is still completely fine. You wait here."

David turned his head and spoke. Without waiting for Clark to say anything, he vanished from his spot at extreme speed.

"Don't..."

Clark had wanted to leave, thinking that if he left, fewer people would die at the hands of the brother who came to save him. But his brother completely ignored him.

He could only watch his brother leave, his weakened body incapable of doing anything.

If he wanted to know where the commander and person in charge of this base were, Clark, with his super hearing, would surely know. But David didn't think he would tell him, so he decided to use a more brute-force method.

Three seconds later.

After a high-speed sweep of more than half the base, a steel door was torn open.

A group of special forces soldiers, their foreheads covered in cold sweat, aimed their guns at the doorway as if facing a formidable enemy.

A figure whose body emanated a blazing purple light slowly walked in, ignoring the incoming bullets. He idly cast his gaze, and one soldier after another was vaporized, disappearing from the world.

Finally, only a group of terrified operators hiding in the corner and two other people remained in the room.

Ignoring the trembling individuals, David looked at the only two people standing in the room.

To his surprise, they were both familiar faces.

"Lex Luthor."

Considering the events related to the Son of Krypton, it wasn't entirely surprising that Luthor would be here.

David suspected that Luthor was the one who had set a trap for Clark, exploiting his kind nature, causing him to collapse from exhaustion and be captured.

The other one was...

"Sam Lane?"

Seeing the middle-aged man in a general's uniform, exuding a tough aura and holding a pistol, the killing intent churning within him paused for a moment.

"Mr. Alien?

Do you know General Sam?"

Luthor asked, surprised.

The way the person mentioned his name sounded like he was referring to a dead man, but he seemed genuinely surprised about Sam Lane.

"You don't seem afraid?"

David flashed forward, grabbing Luthor by the neck and lifting him up, narrowing his eyes.

Luthor was a man of obsession, pride, selfishness, and also a mad genius. However, he was not someone who wasn't afraid of death. On the contrary, he cherished his life dearly and often displayed fear of death when facing danger.

"Ah..."

The scene in front of him suddenly blurred. Sam Lane instinctively raised his gun to shoot, but the following heat vision instantly superheated his pistol. With a searing pain, he cried out and clumsily threw the glowing hot gun away.

"Stand still. I haven't decided how to deal with you yet."

While he hadn't felt anything when seeing him through the screen, now, facing him directly, that cold and powerful aura washed over him. Sam Lane's chest tightened, and he felt a bit breathless, as if a sharp knife was pressed against his spine. He stiffened, his body growing cold, and dared not move.

"I just happened to be here, discussing some business with General Lane.

Please don't misunderstand."

After warning Sam Lane, David turned back. Luthor raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and smiled.

Luthor's demeanor suggested only one possibility: he still had a trump card to save his life.

But what trump card could Luthor possibly have to escape from him?

Suddenly, David felt that Luthor's skin in his hand was a bit too smooth, smoother than a woman's skin, like a piece of… synthetic rubber?

He squeezed hard, and the sound of metal deforming echoed.

Luthor's neck snapped. A string of sparks erupted from his neck, but his face remained smiling.

"Mr. Alien, if eliminating my android will appease you, I hope this truly helps."

Sam Lane, who was startled, widened his eyes. This kind of technology undoubtedly exceeded his understanding of civilian technology.

"Are you proud?"

David raised an eyebrow.

"Not at all.

Judging by the losses this base has suffered, you seem to be the opposite of Superman's personality. Thinking about how I won't be able to appear in public in my true form from now on gives me a headache."

Luthor replied.

His words were half-true and half-false.

David could tell that Luthor was in a very bad mood at the moment, possibly because one of his trump cards had been revealed so quickly. However, he could also sense Luthor's pride in his own technology.

Riiiiip!

David yanked Luthor's head off his body with a single motion and tossed the headless android body onto the ground like trash. David looked at him indifferently.

"You're right.

From today onwards, Lex Luthor is considered dead. Live like a rat, forever hidden in the gutters, and never appear in the sunlight again."

Otherwise, what awaits you is melting and evaporating from this world like ice."

Understanding David's threat, Luthor's face turned grim.

If he could no longer appear in public, the Luthor Group he controlled would eventually face problems. Once his billions in wealth were gone, would he still be Lex Luthor?

"And it's best to keep one eye open even when you sleep.

Cherish the time you have left."

Purple light flashed in David's eyes.

"Because you might not wake up again one day after falling asleep.

This world is truly wondrous. If you want to kill someone, you don't necessarily have to find them first.

His words caused Luthor's expression to change drastically, a shadow instantly falling over his brows. He knew David wasn't just trying to scare him; he had encountered another side of this world before, like the Wishing Stone…

"I…"

In just a few seconds, his expression had shifted several times. Luthor, his eyes flickering with indecision, opened his mouth as if to say something.

[Fear from Lex Luthor +12…]

But David had no intention of wasting more words with him. The scorching Heat Vision melted his bionic head, directly severing his signal.

"Only you are left. What should I do with you?"

A pool of molten metal dripped from his hand. David, his expression unchanged, turned his head to look. His terrifying, frightening appearance made Sam Lane's face turn pale, and he stumbled backward repeatedly.

"Don't come any closer!"

If someone else had orchestrated this plan against Clark, David would have made them evaporate into another world with a mere glance.

But the identity of the person before him was a bit awkward.

"Sam Lane, Lois Lane's father, which means he's Clark's future father-in-law."

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