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The frontal battlefield of the World Army.

For every soldier of the World Army, this battlefield and the enemies all over the sky are no longer unfamiliar. Everyone present has persisted in the long-term battle with these alien monsters.

But familiarity is one thing, but adapting?

They may never adapt to this purgatory.

Only ten minutes from the first gunshot, the battlefield turned into an inferno. Facing the main force of the World Army is the Apocalypse Army led by two New Gods. The World Army is at a numerical disadvantage, but the cooperation of military and civilian superpowers is working hard to equalize the disadvantage.

The heavy firepower on the military's side is the Atom Smasher. The latter can freely grow to a height of tens of meters, and has powerful arm strength that increases with its size.

The main force among the civilian reinforcements was Dr. Destiny.

The guardian of order and the strongest magician. The golden cloak fluttered behind him, and the top mage floated back and forth in mid-air, the magic circle constantly changing as he waved his palms. Various spell impacts crisscrossed the demonoid group like energy cannons, accompanied from time to time by chains of golden light, sparkling thunder and scorching magical flames.

"Ha, a magician among humans, interesting."

One of the new gods leading the team laughed and flew away, interlacing his palms. Strange energy fluctuations came like a purple-black tide, wrapping Doctor Destiny in the middle. Among the new gods of Apocalypse, there are actually individuals related to magical abilities.

Dr. Fate said nothing, and with a change of gesture, he formed a circle of magic shield to block the attack. But he saw the purple-black tide turning into sharp blades, seeping in from all directions.

The two mages began to fight. Although it was difficult to see the outcome for a while, after Doctor Destiny was restrained, a gap suddenly appeared in the defense line he was originally responsible for. A large number of demonoids found the opportunity to attack the battlefield.

"Who is going to support Destiny!" the field commander shouted, "There are reinforcements. Haven't the reinforcements arrived yet!?"

"On the way."

"What the hell."

The commander muttered as he raised his gun and fired. But in front of the sky full of demons, the few bullets he fired were only a drop in the bucket.

"Sir, a new flying object has been detected, approaching from the southwest, and it is extremely fast!" The soldier who reported the report turned green, "Judging from the characteristics, it should be... it should be Superman!"

The moment these words fell, everyone's hearts sank.

It's over.

Once upon a time, Superman was a symbol of hope. As long as everyone hears this name, they will instinctively feel at ease, because everyone knows that he is omnipotent and may be the only person on this planet who you can trust to deliver everything.

Time has passed and the flame of hope has long been extinguished. Now when I hear this name again, all I am left with is despair.

Superman is still so omnipotent, but the more powerful he is, the more powerless he feels.

The blip on the radar was approaching rapidly, and the commander took a deep breath.

"Gentlemen, it is an honor to work with you."

He vaguely understood that nothing could prevent what was going to happen next. Superman will penetrate their command post like a cannonball that transcends time and space at a speed that far exceeds all technological creations on this planet. They'll be doomed before they even know it, no hope, no luck.

But what happened a few seconds later exceeded everyone's expectations.

Superman is coming.

However, it did not penetrate their headquarters. I saw that terrifying afterimage falling from the sky, dragging a dark wave of air, landing with an explosive roar and a shock wave that shook the earth, exploding the sky-high air wave.

However it seems to be a face landing.

Everyone around who saw this scene was stunned.

That’s right, it’s a face landing. The upper half of Superman's body was inserted into the ground, and he was lying upside down with his feet in the air. The scene was a bit funny and a bit humorous, just like a funny animated character.

The World Army looked confused, wondering if this was some of the latest landing maneuvers that Superman had learned on Apokolips. Everyone on Tianqi's side was also confused. A group of demonoids were flapping their wings and flying next to the fallen Superman. You looked at me and I looked at you. I couldn't figure out what was going on. No one dared to go up and pull out the head coach. come out.

Then I saw the coach kicking his feet into the sky twice, struggling to pull out his hands, supporting them on the ground, pulling his gray-headed head out of the ground like a carrot, and shaking off the clay star.

Everyone held their breath.

But just before Black Superman stood firm and had time to attack, a bolt of lightning rushed out at a speed that exceeded everyone's reaction limit.

The only person in the audience who could clearly see the extremely fast afterimage in the lightning was the Black Superman, but even he could only "see" it. He gritted his teeth and barely raised his arms to block in front of him. However, the punch from the afterimage suddenly changed direction midway, and the punch changed direction and hit Superman hard in the abdomen with an uppercut.

With a heavy blow to the abdomen, the Black Superman opened his mouth involuntarily and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

He roared angrily and punched back.

The Superman of Earth 2 is older than the one Shen You recognized, and has richer normal abilities and combat experience. Now with the blessing of Tianqi energy, the performance is naturally even more extraordinary.

Although his punch was a hasty counterattack, his plan was not messy at all. A punch that combines attack and defense with an attack, just to force Shen You to retreat without pursuing in depth, leaving the possibility of several different variations. Once Shen You rushes forward to pursue him, he can immediately counterattack with several different back-up moves.

"Did you learn from Batman?" Shen You chuckled.

Superman and Batman on Earth 2 have known each other since childhood and have been friends since they grew up together. Their relationship is so close that the main world cannot match it. It's no surprise that Superman picked up a fighting skill or two from Batman.

but

Shen You feinted with a punch, intending to pursue him deeply. He pulled back his right fist as if to attack the opponent's front with his back hand. The black Superman was indeed fooled, his left fist turned into a palm, and his horizontal palm blocked the vital points of his face.

Unexpectedly, Shen You's heavy punch with the back hand was just a cover. The real killing move was the knee push hidden in the fake move. The lightning-pulling knee strike was like a powerful blow to Black Superman's abdomen, exactly where the abdominal punch had just hit.

His lower abdomen was severely injured, and Black Superman couldn't help but groan miserably again, staggered back, and vomited another mouthful of black blood.

It is easy to succeed in one move. Although the advantage of Shenyou Lisu's panel is important, the technical suppression cannot be ignored.

To a large extent, the essence of fighting is just one word, the tactic of "cheating". The attack moves are fake and real, real and fake, the feints are a little real, and the real moves are a little fake, so they are difficult to see through.

The trick he just used was in the Membius TV work. Xiao Meng, who was one of the best students in the Kingdom of Light, had also used it against the space monster Fugaru, and it also had a very good effect unexpectedly.

As Shen You expected, compared with the main world, this black superman may have learned some fighting routines and decent boxing techniques, but it is just a rigid memory, unlike those DC fighting masters who have mastered various skills. There is still a gap in comparison.

At least at that moment, if it were Batman holding Superman's faceplate, he would probably be able to see through it and make improvised changes to the original stereotyped moves.

Others cannot see the game of skill, and even knowledgeable people cannot see clearly in this anti-physics, ultra-high-speed game between the two warring parties.

They only saw the red and silver afterimage flash past. The two figures intertwined for a while, followed by a series of continuous bangs and bangs. The next second, Superman was beaten into a pig's head.

Seeing Superman, who at first tried to stand and resist, but just half a second later simply curled up into a ball with his head in his arms and was being beaten, the whole place was in a state of confusion.

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