Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

Batman can vouch for that with his Wayne last name.

He had never seen such a magnificent scene in his life.

At this moment, the curtain gradually rises.

In the heavy rain, two figures faced each other.

The blazing red beam ignited the rain and air, raising a large white mist.

The ultimate blue current cold solidified raindrops and soil, freezing the land thousands of miles away.

The two men did not hold back their strength and they gave it their all.

This spectacular scene is as majestic as an abstract painting painted by Mondrian, and the two people almost divide the world into red and blue.

Even though his mentality is as calm as a stone, Batman actually has some curiosity in his heart.

Who will be the winner?

Who will eat the losers?

With Batman's expectations, the two completely different pairs of beams collided suddenly!

In the fertile plains, blue and red lights intersect and collide!

"Buzz!"

The ear-piercing sonic boom exploded in my ears.

The originally dark plain was lit up by the white light of the dazzling light.

The dazzling beam of light only existed for a short moment, and soon, the high temperature and the ice beam met each other, setting off a white mist that shot straight into the sky.

There are scattered grass, charred trees, and standing figures.

All of this was covered and "swallowed" by the white mist.

Is the battle over?

This idea flashed through Batman's mind like a meteor, but soon, he firmly rejected the idea.

He wouldn't believe it at all, he wouldn't believe that the mysterious man could fail so easily.

That is a terrifying opponent, calm and ruthless, with unfathomable strength. He is like the most powerful and outstanding predator. How could he be defeated by a fledgling kitten?

"Bang!"

A turbulent wave rolled up from the flat ground, confirming Batman's guess.

The wind and waves blew away the clouds and mist, revealing two fighting figures.

Batman reached out to block the hurricane, squinting hard.

In the blurry mist caused by the wind and the remaining fog, two figures were waving their fists towards their opponents.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound like exploding firecrackers echoed in the mist.

The sound of two figures fighting at close range was like hundreds of cannons firing in unison.

At this moment, Batman once again has a clearer and more intuitive understanding of the upper limit of superhuman strength.

The battle continues,

In just a short moment, the two fists collided thousands of times, and the air waves generated continued to spread and shock around the two people.

The ground beneath his feet was already broken and cracked, and Clark kept swinging and swinging his fists to hit his opponents.

Big beads of sweat slid down his cheeks. This was the first time that Clark felt laborious and difficult.

As far as he can remember, he has never encountered such a terrifying opponent.

But he didn't want to admit defeat.

Clark's green eyes were full of madness, and at the same time, the pain in his arm was always reminding him of the reality he was least willing to accept: whether it was his proud heat vision or the strength competition, he Not as good as the mysterious man.

"I don't accept it!" Clark roared with his mouth open, and his hands changed into fists and palms, hitting the mysterious man's cheek.

“Being loud doesn’t make you stronger.”

With a faster movement than Clark, he had already blocked the incoming palm before the other party opened his mouth.

"boom!"

The fists collided, the arm went numb, and a terrifying force swept into Clark's arm.

The intense soreness made Clark unbearable and he let go of his arms.

"Hiss~"

Clark gasped and stumbled back, digging deep holes in the earth with every step.

The originally arrogant expression had long been changed by fear and solemnity.

However, battle is not a competition. Cruelty and rapid change are its central meanings.

The mysterious man obviously doesn't play the "villain dies by talking too much" thing. The moment Clark retreated, he also stepped forward and rushed towards Clark.

The steel arm suddenly poked out from under the suit, piercing the white mist.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, and even fiercer!

Clark couldn't even react before the palm of his right hand that kept enlarging his gaze suddenly clasped his cheek.

"Bang!"

The unstoppable force suddenly pushed Clark to the ground like an oracle from the gods.

The dirty cheek was pressed into the burnt earth again.

The smell of earth and humiliation rushed into Clark's mind, and he heard the man's voice: "Facts prove that Clark, a native of the motherland, cannot change the fact that he is weak."

People from the motherland? what is that?

Clark was confused, but the next second, he felt his finger being pulled, and the red ring originally worn on his middle finger left his fingertip.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Clark, who pressed his cheek into the soil, whimpered and roared. If someone could translate it, the general meaning might be: No! That's my ring, you, you can't take it away!

"it's over."

Gino pulled out the "culprit" that caused Clark to become so crazy, the bloodstone ring that exuded a light red luster.

Before Clark could finish his words, he was enveloped in a sense of weakness and exhaustion the moment the red ring left his hand.

"Plop!"

This battle between supermen ended briefly with Clark's defeat.

The heavy rain overhead never stopped.

The surrounding land was cracked, pitted and broken.

Batman watched silently as the mysterious man took away the ring from Clark's hand. He knew he had to make a decision immediately.

Should he fight that man to the end, or should he make the wise choice to retreat?

Batman doesn't have much time left.

However, before Batman could respond, a voice sounded from behind Batman like the Court of Owls in the Gotham nursery rhyme: "I remember telling you, don't let me down next time we meet."

"But you disappoint me, Batman."

In the last second of memory, Batman only felt a pain in his spine.

"Gugu~"

The cry of the night owl rang in my ears, and a warm heat pack covered my body.

Bruce's eyelids trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.

He saw Alfred and his loyal butler standing beside the bed. There was a hint of sadness hidden in that old face, but Alfred still said jokingly: "Master, the speed of your passenger plane is so fast."

"Is it still the same as before? Ah Fu."

Bruce looked at the bandage wrapped around his waist with a gloomy expression.

He failed again, and once again his back was broken by the man and his spine was broken. Then, he was injected with a mysterious potion and recovered, just like a guinea pig in a laboratory.

"Yes, I found you outside the manor." Afu hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but persuade Bruce: "Master, maybe we can change to a dull lifestyle."

Ah Fu really couldn't bear it. His master returned to the castle every day with injuries all over his body.

"No, Afu, Gotham needs me, the world needs me."

Before Ah Fu could finish his words, Bruce interrupted Ah Fu firmly.

He stood up with difficulty and walked towards the Batcave: "I have benefited a lot from this trip to the small town."

Bruce's blue eyes flashed with a terrifying luster.

His head ran through what he had to deal with tonight: "It's time to update the database on the Masked Man."

"The eyes can emit freezing beams."

"Also, create another file about Clark Kent, pay close attention to Clark Kent, and the red gem stolen by the mysterious man also needs to be followed up for investigation. It is best to establish a mining company in the town."

Accompanied by the moonlight, Batman started his day's work again.