boyutpedia Chapter 302 A Beating from the Kryptonians
Chapter 302 A Beating from the Kryptonians
Chapter 302 A Beating from the Kryptonians
The invincible young hero, who had been blasted away by a punch, managed to catch his breath and hover in place, regaining control of his body.
The punch that hit him squarely in the chin made his entire skull feel like it was being punched by Yu Ming.
For some reason, Mark felt that although the other party's attack was heavy, it was not unbearable compared to the desperate burst of power that Conqueror had used before.
Either the Kryptonians in front of me have gone all out, or I've become more resilient after being beaten half to death by the Conquerors, or it's a combination of both.
Before Mark could even process how much stronger he had become after recovering, the nearly three-meter-tall, strong Kryptonian leaped from the sky and swept the invincible young hero, who couldn't dodge in time, into his palm.
It was then launched back to Earth's ocean surface like a space-based weapon projectile, the enormous impact causing waves hundreds of meters high to rise on the sea surface.
Even with the water cushioning the impact, it was still enough to hurt Mark.
"You ￥%—"
"What?"
Through the roar of the waves, Mark could vaguely hear the Kryptonian muttering something, but in this environment, even the most acute hearing of a Varian couldn't discern it:
Has anyone told you that your wheat is bad?
Another heavy punch followed closely behind. The impact of the Kryptonian's fist colliding with Mark's face shattered the hundred-meter-high wall of waves into a torrential downpour.
"I mean,"
This is the inconvenience caused by his own inherent limitations. If it were a normal Kryptonian, he could basically use his biofield to make anyone hear what he was saying, instead of relying on electronic devices as he does now.
"You're about to be in big trouble."
Since meeting Superman, Mark has perhaps been living a little too relaxed lately.
Angstrom and the dozen or so Invincible Young Heroes were easily dealt with by Joey, preventing the deaths of tens of millions of people, but also making the path of the Invincible Young Heroes too easy.
Fortunately, Mark's mouth perfectly makes up for this shortcoming.
Nam Ikker, a Kryptonian, is mute for reasons that cannot be explained. It's not a good habit to pick on someone's sore spots and make sarcastic remarks, especially when you can't beat them.
After rapidly closing in, another punch landed, making Mark see stars. He could only concentrate with all his might. At present, there was a gap of at least a hundred "bombs" Lex between him and the most powerful Voidlings, not to mention the insurmountable power gap between him and the Kryptonians.
"Is your only tough spot just your mouth?"
After venting his frustration by bouncing Mark like a ball a few more times, I realized it was getting a bit too boring. For a Witrum native, Mark's fighting performance was far too "passive."
"Cheer up, don't embarrass yourselves! You Witrumans are among the most violent races in this universe, why can't you make good use of that?"
Although the manifestations of the superpowers of the Voidlings are similar to those of the Kryptonians, the two do not share the same underlying logic.
Kryptonians have a very ordinary and normal physiological structure. The vast majority of their power comes from the outflow of energy from their cells, which changes depending on the type and intensity of light.
The bodies of the aliens are more like those of Martians. Their superpowers rely on certain unique atoms within their bodies, and the upper limit of these atoms' ability to amplify the body is related to a very simple physical parameter: mental state and emotions.
Nam was somewhat envious of the Vikings' physique, as their ability to increase their combat power level through battle was far superior to that of the Kryptonians. After all, the only way for every Kryptonian to improve their strength, besides the tedious honing of skills, was to bask in the sun, an even more tedious path.
The more focused the Visians' minds are and the higher their fighting spirit is, the more they can push their strength to a higher level. Although it is a little difficult to reach the level of Kryptonians, at least the whole process will be very rewarding, right?
Mark, however, was completely unaware of this; the part of his DNA that yearned for violence, his cosmic nature, had been suppressed for far too long.
This extraterrestrial being living on Earth is no longer human on a physiological level, but psychologically still just an Earthling.
"Focus, invincible young hero."
Nam Ekker never imagined that one day he, a Kryptonian, would be teaching a Vile alien how to fight in their own way.
He had no choice but to do this so that his punching bag could withstand more beatings:
"If you still don't understand, then try attacking with the absolute conviction to kill me; that's what it means to give it your all."
Mark, who had been holding on through a barrage of blows, finally found an opening to retaliate during Nam's rambling, and immediately unleashed a furious punch:
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
Ever since Mark's father and family broke ties with Earth, revealing their self-proclaimed advanced colonialist nature.
After another brutal massacre of Earthlings that he would never forget, the Visor lineage has always been something Mark is most unwilling to mention or accept.
Who does this Nitrogen Starman think he is? What gives him the right to judge his own Viridian bloodline?
The punch he threw in a fit of rage contained all the fury he felt from being used as a punching bag, being hammered from the ground to space, and then snatched from space into the ocean.
With a dull thud, Mark felt a sharp pain in his finger.
Nam neither dodged nor evaded, letting Mark's fist come flying at him; the outcome was obvious:
Are you scratching an itch?
Nam, who remained unmoved by Mark's "angry blow," knew that Mark hadn't listened to a word he'd just said.
Forget about anger, this doesn't even qualify as an attack.
I selectively shared the parts of the background research on the universe related to the Voidlings that I had painstakingly collected with Mark, not to play house with children!
Thinking of this, Nam suddenly came up with a new idea to make the Invincible Young Hero more durable—it just so happened that someone's hands were a bit restless.
His visor came off, and a burning gaze shot from his eyes toward the direction where Fiora and Kara had been entangled.
Mark had already witnessed the terrifying extent of Superman's heat vision in that world teeming with walking corpses.
As he looked into Nam's increasingly cold eyes, a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart:
"What did you do?"
"What's the name of that really noisy guy in your team again?"
Nam's armor has been re-covered on his face, and the voice module is back online.
"Oh, 'Bomb' Lex, he's dead. Now you have the power—"
Before he could finish speaking, Nam's visor took the heaviest punch he'd received since arriving in this universe, accompanied by Mark's furious roar:
"I'm going to fucking kill you!"
Anger ignited in Mark's heart and spread to every part of his body. All the previous injuries on his body were forgotten at this moment, and he could no longer feel the pain.
A triangular crack appeared on Nam's translucent visor. Although the electronic sounds emanating from the damaged visor were somewhat distorted, his excitement was still palpable.
"That's right!"
He returned the Invincible Young Hero's punch with the same force, causing the latter's nose to bleed profusely.
"You should have hit him like this a long time ago!"
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh~~"
On the other side of the world, "Bomb" Lex was clutching his arm, which had been burned off by the heat vision, and weeping, "My arm!"
The beast girl, who had been hammered, chiseled, spitting fire, and laser-heated by the robot for half a day but still couldn't escape from the ice, finally realized that she had made a stupid mistake.
All she needs to do is revert to her transformation from a giant beast back to her little girl form, and she'll be free.
Even so, she was still much smarter than her incredibly talented teammate.
"You're a complete idiot!" Lex exclaimed.
The robot had already made it very clear in the intelligence a long time ago that the Kryptonians' senses were so sensitive that they were not human. So why did Lex insist on sneaking up to that teleportation device while Mark was fighting the Kryptonians?
That heat vision was just a warning; if they don't behave, it might not be Lex's arm that gets destroyed.
"My arm!" Lex cried out in despair.
"Shut up, Lex."
The robot, being Lex's longtime teammate, knew that Lex's tearful appearance was purely for comedic effect.
"Your arm was replaced with a prosthetic a long time ago! And you even used my credit card!"
"...—Oh right."
Retracting his severed mechanical arm, Lex, who had just tried to secretly sabotage the teleportation device, glanced around the battlefield. Seeing Superman still asleep in the center, his eyes lit up, and a new idea immediately formed:
"Oh dear, I have another plan!"