It is also very ironic to say that the krypton element from the Kryptonian hometown is their biggest natural enemy forever. The krypton energy generator on the waist of Batman's armor has just been turned on, and immediately achieved remarkable results. Under the influence of krypton radiation, Superman's divine power was continuously leaking out of his body like a burst of water, and every second was speeding up.
As soon as Superman gritted his teeth, he roared, and instantly sped up and flew up. He had to settle the fight before the power and speed had completely worn off, and now his situation became a little more dangerous with every second he dragged on.
But it seems to be too late. Batman faced the fist that was swung along the waterline in the rain and raised his arm wrapped in iron armor, a crisp metal crash echoed far away in the empty rainy night, and Superman found that his fist was smashed by the opponent. Hold it firmly, not even half a millimeter.
"If you're Clark, then you should know," Batman gritted his teeth and said hoarsely, "I never fight an unprepared battle."
With a roar, he slammed his fist against Superman's cheek with the sound of rain and wind. Superman staggered backward, and before he could stand still, the heavy steel boots slammed into his chest again. The strength of Batman's boots made him feel as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding train, his body flew off the ground involuntarily, and his red cape fluttered weakly.
Krypton radiation robs Superman of most of his powers, and the blow from Batman makes him sore. He lay on his back in the rain, the pouring rain poured into his mouth and nose, and he couldn't stand up for a while. Batman stepped forward slowly, pressing his heavily armored knee against the "S" on the opponent's chest, the light of krypton energy turning Superman's pale face green. He punched Superman on the left and right cheeks, punch after punch until he spat out blood mixed with rain.
Bruce didn't want to do this, but he knew he couldn't stop. Even at this point, Superman was still extremely dangerous, and a moment's negligence could still lead to a reversal of the situation.
But when he raised his iron fist again and met those blue eyes, he still couldn't help but stop, as if an invisible force fixed his arm in mid-air, no matter how hard he exerted it Can't get another half point.
From those blue eyes, he seemed to see his best friend again, the rustic little town boy from a farm in Kansas. Maybe somewhere in that deep place, that fool's soul is still there.
There was not a long hesitation, only about three seconds in total, but Bruce realized that he had made a fatal mistake - letting his emotions control himself in the battle. Subsequent facts proved that this was indeed the key to the reversal of the battle situation. Superman, who got an instant respite, seemed to gather all the strength left in his body, his blue eyes instantly became hot, and a red laser shot out, hitting a straight hit. The device on Batman's waist.
He may not have much power left, but he is still superhuman, and he has enough power to destroy such a delicate electronic device. The device at the waist of the armor crackled with electric light and sparks, and a faint green smoke emerged from it, representing that the kryptonite buried in it had also been shattered by thermal vision.
The recovery speed of Kryptonians after the effects of krypton radiation disappeared is quite amazing. Bruce has done special research on this for a long time, and he has been seriously injured, and the broken ribs are still in severe pain.
So there is no suspense. Superman flipped him off himself with ease, then with his recovered strength easily ripped off the bat-shaped steel helmet, revealing Bruce's face. He held the opponent's throat and lifted it off the ground, and the grip made the armor on Bruce's neck make a crisp "click" sound.
"Nice attempt, Bruce," said Superman savagely, as if in a fit of rage, "but that's it."
Bruce gritted his teeth, and countless raindrops streamed down his cheeks. He said laboriously, "If...if that's what you want...then go for it, Clark."
"Right on my mind."
He didn't even hesitate, the blue eyes became red and hot again, and the ultra-high temperature-killing intent spurted out, evaporating the rain near his eyes into white vapor.
He wanted to kill Batman.
Bruce gasped heavily, looking at this very familiar face so closely, looking at the murderous eyes, and suddenly understood--
—There is no soul of that small town boy in it at all.
Whoever this man is, he's not Clark Kent, he's not Superman.
The red and blue afterimages roared at this moment of electric light and flint, like a cannonball that pierced through the rain curtain. Superman turned his head subconsciously, a fist shadow had already covered his face, colliding with the bridge of his nose, making a loud C4 detonation sound.
Superman was slammed into the air, and he had to temporarily throw Batman off. Another afterimage flashed behind Batman to support his heavy body, and he glanced sideways, recognizing that it was Supergirl.
The one who punched Superman out was naturally Jay, who had the name of the new Superman. He was wearing the pale yellow goggles that Batman had given him, and his cape was flying in mid-air. He stared at Superman slowly getting up, and asked without looking back, "How's Batman doing?"
"Broken rib, in addition to seven minor fractures and a concussion." Kara quickly performed a full-body medical examination for him with X-sight, and Batman didn't seem happy about it.
Superman stood up and stared at Jay, snorted coldly from his nose, "New Superman, that's what they call you."
"Yeah, I've never had the confidence to be worthy of a chest mark before," Jay said, "but you've given me a lot more confidence now."
"Sword Comes"
Superman shook his head: "You don't understand, you are too young, just like me in the past."
"Then I think I'd better stay young."
Unlike his toughness, Jay didn't want to be here. He didn't like to kill, but he didn't particularly mind killing a few people who deserved it when the situation required it, and he knew that the Arkham Asylum was now filled with more than just "deserving" lunatics.
Although he wasn't ready to realize that his hands were covered in blood, normally, he wouldn't mind if someone was willing to get their hands dirty and wipe out the incurable evil here once and for all. But after arguing with Cara for a long time, they finally came here - Cara never seemed to be so stubborn about anything else in Jay's mind, and she insisted on preventing Superman from filling in Cam, Jay thinks she's probably influenced by her cousin in this regard. And no matter how reluctant Jay himself was, there was no way he would let his girlfriend go to fight a battle against the odds alone.
And another, more important reason is Batman. Not to mention how important and meaningful Batman is in this dark world, even for Helena Wayne's sake, Jay couldn't stand by and watch her father be so meaningless. die in battle.
Superman let out a low sigh, seemingly giving up on continuing the theory. Jay saw him clench his fists, and the cold air swirled around the blue body with water droplets in the air.
So Jay clenched his fists too, took a deep breath, and tried to stay calm.
To say that you are not nervous would be a lie. Please, that's Superman! He has more power than himself, more combat experience, and now even throws away kindness and bottom line -- what was once called Superman's biggest weakness in the comics, making him almost unstoppable.
So how can you win against such an opponent?
He has no answer.
The moment the two Kryptonians accelerated, the rain curtain exploded as if thrown into the water surface of a boulder. The afterimages of the same color accelerated and collided, turning and entangled together at the moment when the shocking air wave exploded towards the dark sky. They are so similar in body shape that it is almost indistinguishable from each other under the super-high speed of offense and defense. In the night sky, white water splashes exploded one after another, and the sound ran through the sky.
Carla was worried that Jay would suffer, so she put Batman in a slightly more comfortable position against a wall, and then she rushed into the night sky with a "bang" and joined the fierce confrontation.
Each of the three Kryptonians possessed the power to subvert the world, and the intensity of the battle could be imagined. The ultra-high-speed movement brought hurricanes and rain, and the high heat generated by the friction between the Kryptonian's body and the airflow left red water waves in the rain curtain. water splash.
The battle didn't last long, and it took just over two minutes for the entire process from the two Superman rushing into the sky side by side to the three of them getting out of the fight. Jay and Kara floated side by side as they pulled apart and confronted each other, with Clark hanging in the air about seven or eight meters from the two of them.
There's no way to see who's better and who's worse, at least not from Batman's perspective. The two sides were in the air for a while, and they had no plans to shoot again for the time being.
Kara said softly, "Please, Clark, tell me...what's the matter with you?"
A bolt of lightning streaks across the sky, illuminating Superman's angular face and the drops of water hanging from his damp hair and the tip of his nose. He glanced coldly across Jay and Kara's faces, and finally glanced at Batman below, and finally snorted heavily as if to understand that it was impossible to achieve his goal in today's situation.
"None of you understand. I'm just doing what I have to do."
His voice was low, more like speaking to himself. After speaking, without waiting for the two to pay attention, he turned around and shot through the rain curtain with a "bang", flying away from Arkham Island, which was shrouded in torrential rain.