Marvel’s Superman

"M78 Nebula, Land of Light?"

Conqueror Kang's projection, thinking seriously for a few seconds.

"That's a Messier object, the reflection nebula in the constellation Orion, 1,600 light-years from Earth...but you don't look like an alien either."

"Although your body seems to have an invisible stance that prevents me from using the machine to scan."

"But from your appearance and your biometrics, you're clearly a human being."

Based on the answer given by Luke, Kang the Conqueror made a serious analysis and came up with the result.

Even in the future, he had never heard of the Land of Light.

We only know Skrulls, Crees, Shias... These are the famous civilized races in the universe.

"My homeland is called the Land of Light, and it was later destroyed by a terrible monster called 'Beria'. My parents were forced to send me on a spaceship..."

"The spaceship lost its direction and landed on the planet of the Saiyan, a famous fighting nation in the universe. I grew up there, received a period of basic education, and then came to Earth..."

Luke opened his mouth and came, and made up a whole set of nonsense life experiences.

Due to the too many elements included, Kang the Conqueror was somewhat dubious.

After all, he really doesn't know enough about Superman's origins.

To be precise, almost nothing is known.

"Cosmic Fighting Nation, Saiyan, Country of Light..."

Kang the Conqueror wrote down these key words.

Be prepared to wait and search the database to see if you can find anything.

"By the way, Kang the Conqueror, are you going to keep the stalemate like this, or do you want to wait for the National Guard to come and kill me?"

Luke walked out of the Oval Office and into the corridor outside the door.

After the previous big movement, the security agents and service personnel who stayed in the White House ran away.

Superman used his hot eyes swept from the bottom to the top, like a red-hot knife, and cut the whole white building in half like cutting a cake!

The White House, which was just renovated not long ago, was instantly reduced to ruins, and no one dared to stay there.

boom!

Luke heard the sound of explosions from time to time.

Presumably the scorching heat ignited something flammable.

The raging fire, like a surging wave, spread quickly, licking everything around.

In the dark night, separated by a long distance.

People can also see the White House, which symbolizes the center of national power, with thick smoke rising up.

In the eyes of the uninitiated, I am afraid that this is a terrorist attack, or that the history of the burning of the White House in 1814 is a repeat of history-during the Revolutionary War, today's Washington DC was smashed by the British Expeditionary Force. After the successful occupation, Burn it down.

"I want to talk to you, Superman."

Kang the Conqueror is earnest, with an illusory projection following Luke.

"You must have heard of some of my deeds, but after three or four people convey the truth, the meaning will be completely different."

"What Gu Yi told you may not be the original truth."

"We don't have to be enemies. I may not be able to meet the conditions that the Supreme Mage can offer."

Luke raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically: "Let me guess, will you be trying to wrap up your own behavior with a seemingly reasonable but illogical excuse? For example, what's the matter? Are wars provoked on different timelines in order to carry out some huge sociological research project or something?"

"Although you implement hegemony and dictatorship, you have made a mess of the whole world because of your own selfish desires, but you are still a good person who loves democracy and freedom - Conqueror Kang, is there a guy named Donald among your ancestors? Otherwise Why are you so skilled!"

Conqueror Kang's generous speech that had been brewing, was stuck in his throat by Luke's series of joking rhetorical questions, and he couldn't spit it out.

He has indeed deceived a lot of people with this set. Those superheroes are always easily moved by "a bright future" and "a righteous partner".

It's just that high-sounding rhetoric and awe-inspiring excuses seem useless in the face of Superman.

The other party is not at all like a beacon in the world, an incarnation of justice, but instead shows a villain temperament similar to himself.

"Your Excellency the Conqueror, do you know what the only thing I have learned from my short life as a human being?"

Luke suddenly stopped, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said softly, "The more you play tricks, the more you will find that the individual's abilities are limited."

"Those who think about hiding behind the scenes and manipulating everything, they will eventually face the end of being overturned and brought to the front of the stage - found you!"

Lieutenant General Superman's eyes narrowed slightly, capturing that unusual hidden aura.

He jerked to the right, smashing the flimsy wall.

Palms outstretched, clenched into fists.

boom!

The great power that propels the aircraft carrier is condensed in the fist.

Then, the surging waves that turned into tsunamis poured out.

The whole room turned into ruins in an instant, as if it had experienced the violent destruction of a typhoon of level 12.

Sofas, tables and chairs are directly cut and smashed by the strong airflow.

The wall supported by reinforced concrete is like a thin cardboard.

All this is under the superman's boxing style, all turned into powder.

"Depend on!"

Mr. Omen, who was hiding in it, only had time to utter a foul language, and the whole person rolled out at an extremely fast speed like a baseball that was hit by a strong force.

He originally wanted to use the invisible technology of Conqueror Kang to give Superman a righteous backstab by surprise.

As a result, he didn't expect that the other party's senses could be so sensitive.

The "invisibility cloak" that Kang the Conqueror gave himself can distort light, hide biological signs, and deceive human perception without a problem.

How could anyone find out!

With such doubts, Mr. Omen quickly drew a parabola and smashed into the lawn outside the White House.

"You're too nervous, so your heart beats faster, but I can't hide it from my ears."

Luke said lightly.

Then the foot exerts force and stomps hard.

The tall and straight body tore through the sticky airflow, catching up with Mr. Omen, who could not afford to fall to the ground.

He threw a punch without hesitation.

Boom!

The harsh sound waves dispel the airflow.

The energy shield on Mr. Omen's surface lasted only a short second before being completely blasted away.

"This guy is still human!?"

Mr. Omen, who was directly defeated in a round, was shaking in his heart.

He has never fought Superman head-on, he only knows that the opponent is strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong!

"Kang the Conqueror asked me to hold Superman, how is this possible!"

Aware of the danger, Mr. Omen quickly used his telekinesis, trying to push Superman away and pull the distance.

But he felt like a child bumping into an iron wall. Originally, he had tried all kinds of spirits, and the power of thought that was all-powerful did not cause any hindrance to the other party at all.

"I heard that you have many abilities? Apocalypse has given you the gift of immortality, regeneration and healing, as well as the power of mind manipulation and teleportation."

Seeing the shocked expression from Mr. Omen, Luke said softly.

It is already a terrifying body of the heavenly father level, and it is easy to break free from the interference of that psychic power.

Alpha-class mutants pose little threat to him.

Luke clenched his fist and was about to hit it again, but he felt in a trance.

"Mind manipulation?"

He sneered, shaking off the influence.

The template of Magic Superman has strong resistance in itself, and is immune to prying and control at the spiritual level.

"Ahhh!"

Mr. Omen let out a scream, and strands of blood flowed from his eyes.

He wanted to control Superman's actions, but was countered by the other party.

The mental power that manipulates the mind is like a raging wave hitting a hard rock.

"This is superhuman strength? No wonder His Excellency the President said that the lieutenant general is the nuclear weapon of action."

Jonathan, who was outside the White House, witnessed the brief battle firsthand.

He first saw a violent explosion in the room in the East Hall, and then a figure smashed into the ground heavily, ploughing out a deep ravine.

That weird man with a diamond-shaped gemstone on his forehead, who was embarrassed, was rushed out of the White House by Superman before he got up, and returned to the pit with a punch.

The lawn of the White House splattered like an earthquake.

Jonathan swayed and stepped back quickly.

Ordinary people like him can't even get close to the battlefield.

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