Chapter 116: The Legend of the Fastest Kryptonite Dump Truck

"No way, no way, can't he still beat the other three Kryptonians even with the blood rage buff?"

Chen Tao squatted in the corner, muttering a little aggrieved: "Are Kryptonians that strong? Where is the idealist Superman? How strong he is depends on how strong he thinks he is?"

Boom!

On the screen, Clark and General Zod used thermal vision to fight passionately, and when they were halfway, Ek also used thermal vision to cross a bar, knocking him back.

"Clark lost this time purely because he stood on the left." Chen Tao vowed to the old butler Alfred: "Next time, it may not be the same if he switches to the right."

On the screen, Clark punched Zod, but was caught by him. The other hand was the same as before. Zod separated his left and right hands, and the goal was suddenly wide open.

Clark opened his mouth and a smelly frozen breath came out, and General Zod vomited on the spot-all on Clark's head. Under Clark's stinky attack for several minutes, Zod actually learned the skill of disgusting others without a teacher.

So Clark also vomited.

The two people started vomiting at the same time. While vomiting, they also punched each other. The shock wave generated by the collision of fists and palms made the vomit have splash damage effect.

The big Kryptonian lieutenant Ek wanted to go up to help, but he stopped immediately when he saw this scene.

The current situation is disgusting each other. The whole scene does not look like a high-end and classy alien war at all. Instead, it looks like a children's web game like "Invincible Tramp" or "Answering Superman".

It's rolled up. When one party takes the initiative to use a despicable but effective method, the other party has to follow suit.

"Oh, don't disgust me, it's enough." Alfred said: "I will vomit if I watch this kind of battle any more."

Chen Tao watched it with relish.

"This is the best." He said: "Everyone is weakened. Clark will definitely be able to defeat General Zod and his men with his own abilities."

On the screen, the big Ek dodged left and right, but was unfortunately splashed in the end, which finally made him lose the last layer of scruples. The three of them sprayed heat vision and fluid substances at each other, and they had a lot of fun fighting.

Alfred heard Chen Tao say: "I really can't let a person who is about to retire come to fight all the time. What kind of words are these?"

He said naggingly: "I promised you to retire. If I still rush up when nothing happens, wouldn't it be schizophrenia and inconsistent words and deeds? My mind is very normal."

Alfred saw Superman on the screen being grabbed by Ike's cape and fell to the ground with a bang. He endured the stench and hugged Superman from behind. General Zod rushed up from the front, shooting left and right, hitting his head like a tumbler.

Clark tried to take off to get rid of the two people, but all three of them were taken to the sky. The three burly men fell to the long street with a bang like a stack of Arhats.

Two Kryptonians, one in front and one behind, sandwiched Clark's head with two heat visions, and the steel man screamed in pain: "Stop it!"

The situation seems a little bad.

Alfred said, "Well, I'm not sure--"

General Zod swung a broken steel beam from a building and hit Clark hard between his legs.

"Hiss..." Alfred took a breath.

Once the moral bottom line of the battle was broken, it immediately began to rush all the way to the abyss, and finally slid to an outrageous level.

Alfred made a decision: "Master Bruce, in fact, if it's just this time, I don't..."

"Don't worry, Alfred, I don't need to do it, Clark will definitely win." Then he heard his little Bruce laugh like an idiot, and said in a brisk voice as if hypnotizing himself: "He is Superman. If it's just this level, it's not enough to defeat him."

Chen Tao vowed: "He will explode in a while. You know, it's always this kind of plot, for love and justice, and magical girls."

Alfred repeatedly observed the expression on the other's face for a while, and found that the other party actually thought so.

So he took a breath again.

"Master Bruce... maybe my thoughts put too much pressure on you," Alfred carefully considered his words: "Actually..."

But Chen Tao ignored what he was thinking. He waved his fist at the screen with interest: "Come on! Brat!"

"Master Bruce?"

Chen Tao watched the three people fighting with relish, as if he was watching the 2013 movie "Man of Steel".

"Master Bruce, I have something to tell you."

"Ah, what's wrong?"

Chen Tao turned around and saw Alfred looking at the picture on another screen with a serious expression.

"Some unexpected situations have occurred." He pointed at it and said, "Fiora should have gone to fight those planes just now, so we didn't pay attention to her. But now look, isn't this the Shiva that Penguin and his friends mentioned before that had an impact on them in Gotham? And Red Hood, how come they are here?"

Chen Tao turned his head and slammed the table immediately.

"Oh my god, Red Hood is dying!"

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Jason Todd gritted his teeth.

Reason told him that he shouldn't be as crazy as Ms. Shiva.

From a mathematical point of view, even if the maximum dose of venom was injected, it would not be comparable to the power shown by the Kryptonians. This battle was unequal from the beginning.

This was completely a suicide mission. Jason knew that just because he had died once, it didn't mean that he could jump back and forth on the line of death every time and spread his wings.

The most important thing he should do is to turn around and return to Gotham, stop getting involved in the series of bad things Batman did in Metropolis, and then plan how to take revenge on Batman, kill the Joker, unify the Gotham gangs, control the dark side of Gotham within a certain range, completely change the old Bat's ineffective cat-and-mouse game in the past, and then wait for the old Bat to come back from Metropolis and give him a big surprise.

But he still came, he is really a fool.

In fact, Jason is not ignorant of the underlying logic of Ms. Shiva's operation. For so many years, some more extreme martial artists will deliberately challenge enemies who are stronger or even several times stronger than themselves, deliberately force themselves to the brink of life and death, and take the initiative to cut off all their retreat routes in order to achieve a huge breakthrough in strength and bottlenecks.

Ms. Shiva, including Jason himself, and even his adoptive father, the famous Batman Bruce Wayne, many of the world's top martial artists have come this way.

Breaking the limits of the human body is not without cost. They are countless successful people, and behind them are the bones of countless failures who broke through the limits.

Therefore, in this state of mind, Jason knew that Teacher Shiva would never retreat.

For a martial artist who has reached Shiva's level, it is no longer just a physical confrontation, but also a competition between mysterious things like "God".

If Shiva turned around and left today, then she would think that she had [failed] in her subjective consciousness. She would still be the strongest martial artist, but she would no longer be [undisputed].

This was unacceptable to Ms. Shiva.

But the problem is that before the Kryptonians appeared, both the challenger and the challenged were human. This prerequisite destined that the power gap between them would not be so large that they were not in the same order of magnitude.

He had just been hiding nearby and saw with his own eyes how the other party jumped on the plane and slaughtered those poor soldiers. This was not a force that normal humans could match.

So when Ms. Shiva knocked down Fiora, you can imagine how surprised Jason was.

He walked out of the dark place where he was hiding.

Fiora knelt on the ground, and the severe dizziness and noisy sound made her completely lose the ability to resist in an instant. The powerful Kryptonian woman fell to her knees like a stranded fish on the beach, kneeling in front of Ms. Shiva.

She gasped, made a hoarse sound, and her eyes were bloodshot.

"I won." Ms. Shiva said, and she made a mass gesture similar to the blessing in Christianity, with no sadness or joy in her voice. She seemed a little excited, but also seemed to have no emotions.

She said: "You got the problem wrong. We are enemies. We are not only superior but also life and death. Even if we respect each other, it is reasonable to fight to the best of our ability and win by any means."

He pulled out a short knife from Fiora's waist, which was the knife she used when she confronted Colonel Hardy before.

"The glory of death is the right death." Ms. Shiva said, and she raised the knife high: "Go to hell!"

Fiora closed her mouth tightly and couldn't say a word, and it was impossible for her to shout out keywords such as "Martha" to stop Shiva's actions.

Clang!

Ms. Shiva stabbed the softest part of Fiora's neck with all her strength, causing sparks to fly.

"Impossible." Shiva gritted her teeth, held the short knife in her backhand, made a slashing motion, and then cut Fiora's most vulnerable eyeball again.

Clang!

Shiva changed his knife-drawing motion again, this time he used a straight stab, and the short blade pecked out like a poisonous dragon.

Ineffective.

Ms. Shiva activated the venom behind her without saying a word, and she took out another tube and inserted it into her arm with an indifferent face.

Gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp...

The sound of the venom pump was so loud that even Jason, who was walking over, could hear it. Half of Ms. Shiva's body swelled up like an inflatable, and she gradually lost her human form.

Veins appeared on her bulging muscles, and the bright green venom flowing in her blood vessels was clearly visible.

"Teacher Shiva, the venom you used is absolutely excessive."

Jason said anxiously, "This is already close to Bane's maximum dosage, but the opponent is a strong man over two meters tall, weighing more than 350 pounds (about 159 kilograms), and you..."

"And I am an Asian woman only about 1.7 meters tall, I know." Then he heard Ms. Shiva's cold voice.

"But I can do it."

Ms. Shiva's height rose steadily, and under the transformation of venom, her tendons tore and her bones stretched.

Clang!

She stabbed Fiora's temple again with a knife, but only made the opponent tilt his head.

Clang clang clang clang!

The explosion sounded like iron hammering, faster! More powerful! More resilient! Continuous slashes were constantly imposed by Ms. Shiva on all the fatal weaknesses of Fiora's body. Her movements left afterimages. She tried her best to scrape, but she couldn't hurt her opponent at all.

"Venom, I need more venom--" Ms. Shiva stopped moving. She pressed the tank behind her twice again, but the venom in the tank soon ran out. Ms. Shiva immediately felt that her strength stopped growing.

She turned her head and looked at Jason: "There is still venom in the car, right?"

It always felt a little bit worse. The opponent's hand felt so hard, but Shiva really felt that his attack seemed to be effective.

"No, Mr. Shiva, you can't inject venom anymore. If you inject too much, you will die!"

But Ms. Shiva didn't care about Jason's opinion at all. After getting an almost affirmative answer, Ms. Shiva lifted her foot and left the place. The venom not only gave her strength, but also gave her a speed far beyond her original speed, making her move like she was flashing.

A few minutes later, a devil muscle monster came back.

"Oh my god, Mr. Shiva!" Jason swallowed his saliva under the red hood: "How much venom did you use?"

"I used it all."

Jason took a breath: "But I have calculated the limits of Bane's body and the amount of drugs used. Once the power exceeds 120 tons, he will lose his mind and memory..."

"If Bane can do 120 tons, I can do 240 tons, don't talk nonsense."

Ms. Shiva slashed Fiora again. She tried her best and used up all her strength, leaving a white mark next to Fiora's temple.

"I don't believe it!"

Clang clang clang clang!

The sound of iron hammering continued, and Fiora slowly raised her body from the ground.

The sound of iron hammering was still ringing, and Fiora coughed twice and raised her head.

Ms. Shiva's temple was throbbing, and the severe headache eroded her mind. She attacked the same point with one knife after another, hoping that this would break the opponent's steel body defense.

But it was all in vain.

With a clear and crisp sound, the Kryptonian combat dagger broke into pieces under the huge force and collapsed into nothingness.

Fiora stood up from the ground and looked at Ms. Shiva indifferently. The continuous attacks and the passage of time finally allowed her to gradually get rid of the huge noise interference brought by the Kryptonian's extraordinary senses.

Jason's heart sank to the bottom.

"I'm sorry, Master." Fiora said.

She slowly raised her fist, a fist belonging to a female warrior, slender, but full of power.

"This is the end."

Boom!

Jason felt that all the hairs on his body stood up, and the threat of death made him tremble all over.

With a loud buzzing sound, before the limit of human reaction, Fiora's fist exceeded the speed of sound, no mercy, no sympathy, as long as she was hit by such a fist, even Ms. Shiva would immediately...

The fist stopped at the tip of Ms. Shiva's nose.

The huge wind pressure made Ms. Shiva's facial features and hair undulate.

"What happened?" Jason asked, "What happened?"

"She died." Fiora showed an infinite regretful look. She looked at the other party's fist that hit her chest in advance: "Because you can't see the hope of winning, did you commit suicide to prevent yourself from losing miserably? I lost this round."

Without the supply of venom, Ms. Shiva's body was shrinking little by little.

Fiora Weiwei bowed: "You are a respectable opponent."

Jason looked at Ms. Shiva standing there stiffly, and felt bitter in his mouth.

"Then it's your turn next." Fiora said: "Do you do it yourself like the master, or let me help you?"

Jason wanted to say something, but he saw Fiora suddenly looking at the sky behind him with a serious expression.

A black dot fell there, like a piece of debris falling at midnight, passing through the stars and falling to the world.

Then Jason realized who the other party was.

Batman!

He never thought they would meet again under these circumstances.

Boom!

Fiora took the initiative to give up her position and watched Chen Tao land on the ground in a superhero-style landing posture, with black nanorobots entwined around him.

"So."

She folded her arms with interest: "Give me some fun, another new master?"

She said: "What are you capable of?"

Jason under the red hood had a complicated expression.

He never thought that he would see Batman again at this time.

But he still said: "Damn, Bat, go, this guy is not human at all, we can't deal with him at all."

He had secretly tightened the ultrasonic bomb behind his back, just waiting for Batman to throw a smoke bomb and then cooperate with the opponent's actions.

Once he was the second-generation Robin, he had made such seamless cooperation with Batman countless times. Even after so many years, these most basic contents have not been forgotten by him.

He knows Batman too well. As long as Batman sticks out his butt, he knows what kind of bat shit the other party is going to do, and he can completely make it according to the other party's actions-

Then he saw Batman put his feet together, and it turned into two wheels in a flash.

Jason:?

The drifting black sand gathered beside Chen Tao, rolling up the ferocious Batmobile. Fiora saw a row of green spikes on the front of the car, shining brightly.

She only heard the other party say in a muffled voice: "Hey! Dump truck Iai Slash!"

Then the other party directly attacked like this.

Hahaha, actually when I wrote the first volume, I said through the protagonist's mouth, "What's the point of turning into a car? Listen to me, I'll kill you?" It should be here in the second volume.