A yellow sun is a sun.
A red sun is also a sun.
For Ian, who controls the Law of the Sun, he can make his stellar eyes release the light of a yellow sun, and naturally, he can also make that light exhibit the characteristics of a red sun.
Yellow sun radiation is a great tonic for Kryptonians.
The red sun, however, is the opposite.
It can greatly weaken and suppress the inherent strength of a Kryptonian. Because of this, while Clark was strengthened, Injustice Superman was also weakened by Ian.
The gap in power between the two was erased in that instant.
Injustice Superman, hit by Clark's fist, reacted too slowly.
His face was immediately twisted and deformed.
He was violently spitting blood.
Even though Injustice Superman had absorbed quite a few Supermen from other parallel universes, the red sun was too potent, his strength was directly reduced to less than a tenth under Ian's one-eyed gaze.
In fact, this was only because Ian's overall attributes were not strong enough and he didn't have enough skill points to upgrade the Eternal Sun Eye, which had already reached Level 3 and now required a full eight skill points for the next upgrade.
Otherwise.
If he unleashed a higher-intensity red sun ray, he could have made the other Superman kneel on the spot.
"My eyes, their wattage—no, their pupil power—is still not transcendent enough!" Seeing that he only managed to weaken the mysterious Superman enough for his father to break his defense, Ian once again deeply felt how correct the choice of the Evil Gods was.
They were not greedy or demanding too much.
Even if he only had about 18,000 more eyes, Ian felt he would be satisfied. Not only to deal with the Superman from the mysterious universe, but he would even dare to enter his rebellious phase early.
"Thankfully, I still have some orthodox methods at my disposal..." Ian pulled out a Speed Force calf from behind his back and placed it over his right eye, which was focused on Injustice Superman.
"What is more terrifying than a red sun is a red sun on the brink of death. It will unleash red sun radiation far exceeding its normal period—after enjoying the blessings with me for so long! My eye! It's time for you to taste some bitterness!"
"Extreme Sublimation!"
Ian's right eye pressed tightly against the corrupting Speed Force calf, and his eyeball gradually began to decay under the influence of the Speed Force calf.
With the immortality buff from Death Resistance active, Ian was quite cruel to his organs other than his brain. His right eye rapidly decayed under the influence of the Speed Force calf.
[Berserker Experience +8]
While gaining experience.
Ian's right eye was like a star heading toward its end, erupting its last flicker of brilliance—he provided Injustice Superman with the regrettable experience of not having lived through Krypton's destruction.
"Aah aah aah!"
Injustice Superman was hit with a critical strike again.
His whole body bathed in the more intense red sun rays, and the residual energy in his body was rapidly swallowed by the radiation. He tried to attack Ian but found that Ian was constantly positioned behind Clark.
If he couldn't break through Clark, he couldn't cut off the ray that was curving from the kid's eye.
Damn it!
How could Heat Vision curve?!
"How is this possible..."
Injustice Superman's bruised and swollen face was full of disbelief.
*Bang*
With Clark's offense, his face swelled up a little more. To be honest, Injustice Superman still had the capacity to fight, but the sudden decline in strength made it difficult for him to adapt for a time.
His raised hands were completely unable to keep up with Clark's speed.
*Bang bang bang*
Clark's speed was truly fast in Injustice Superman's eyes.
So fast that he only felt caught off guard.
He was unable to parry.
In fact, Injustice Superman's speed was not slow compared to Clark's.
It's just...
Moving from luxury to austerity was too difficult after all. Having grown accustomed to absolute crushing power, it was truly hard for Injustice Superman to adapt to the return to a relatively weaker level.
"Nothing is impossible!"
Clark didn't actually understand the principle behind Ian's eyes, but that didn't stop him from fiercely confronting his enemy, punching after punch, forcing Injustice Superman to retreat steadily.
Regarding this, Ian had something to say.
"These Solar Eyes are the treasure of the Kryptonian bloodline. Only the strongest Kryptonians can be chosen by them to become a great Kryptonian Paladin... A Paladin can not only bless allies but also curse enemies." Ian's two eyeballs were spinning in different directions.
Like two different spotlights.
While he was giving a false scientific explanation, his eyes continued to provide Clark with a protagonist-halo-like boost, and at the same time, they were weakening the other Superman's character strength.
"No, this isn't right. Your youngest son isn't Lois's child! He... whose child is he exactly?!" Even though Injustice Superman was beaten black and blue, his mind was clearly not completely smashed, he didn't believe a word of what Ian said.
What Solar Eyes?
Others might not understand Kryptonians.
But how could he not understand what a Kryptonian was?
"Shut your mouth!"
Clark didn't want to answer the question.
He swung his fist again.
However, this time.
*Bang*
Injustice Superman finally managed to barely adapt to his weakened body. He organized an effective block for the first time, raising his arms to block Clark's punch, which was aimed specifically at his face.
After all, this was the combined strength of over a dozen Supermen. Even if those Supermen were not terribly strong, they were still Supermen. The current Injustice Superman was not without the strength to fight Clark.
He had gradually adapted to the weakness.
This was a contest between gods.
The two men exchanged blows.
Boom—!!!
An earth-shattering airflow shockwave erupted at this moment, sweeping out like a furious storm. The ground, already leveled by the battle, suffered heavy damage again.
The surviving mountains were completely flattened, shattered stones flew everywhere, and the air was obscured by dust.
"Or rather, he's not your child at all..." Injustice Superman tried to turn and attack Ian, but he was intercepted by Clark. He stared intensely at the other version of himself and spoke in a deep voice.
This sentence did not infuriate Clark.
But it did infuriate Ian, the strongest support.
"Damn fake Superman! You're talking nonsense!" Ian stood far away, his hair wildly dancing in the turbulent airflow. He preempted Clark and gave an exasperated reply.
"How am I not my dad's kid? Dad! Hurry! Kill this fake Superman! This guy wants to strip me of my right to inherit! He really deserves to die!"
The boy was yelling.
But his voice was drowned out in the thunderous aftermath.
"It's annoying to have a kid like this, right?" Gradually adapting to his weak body, Injustice Superman was no longer unilaterally beaten. He began to exchange blows with Clark.
"It's happier than being a person who has nothing."
Clark was truly hitting below the belt. The person who understands Superman best is only Superman himself. He could tell why the Injustice Superman in front of him was so brutal and heartless.
"Happy? Happiness makes you weak!" Injustice Superman was indeed instantly enraged, his eyes turning crimson. Resisting Ian's red sun radiation, he still fought Clark to a standstill.
Injustice Superman sidestepped Clark's heavy punch and countered with an elbow smash to the other's spine. Clark plunged into the ground like a meteor, smashing through three mountains before climbing out of the deep crater.
Injustice Superman's heat vision followed immediately. Clark dodged sideways, and the other self's heat vision carved out two molten lava trenches in the ground beside him.
Like an abyss.
Reaching straight into the Earth's core.
Thump thump thump!
Kryptonian fighting was all about hard-hitting, flesh-on-flesh impacts.
A continuous series of dull thuds echoed under the night sky. Two red and blue blurs crossed in the world. Each collision caused a deafening roar and the collapse of earth and mountains.
Ian could not interfere with such a fight.
Fortunately, his eyes could continuously keep up with the rhythm of the two. The clash between Supermen created a visible shockwave, the surrounding ground and air were undulating like ocean waves.
Shattered rock and dust were swept up into the sky. Their speed was too fast for ordinary people to catch, one could only hear a series of earth-shattering collision sounds and see constantly flashing afterimages in the air.
"Oh, my God! Which one is our Clark?" Lois was one of those ordinary people who couldn't see clearly. She had finally arrived, carried on Jordan's back once more.
She wanted to warn Superman about Injustice Superman.
However.
Injustice Superman had arrived before her.
"Mom! Jordan!"
Ian turned his head and saw his second brother and his mother. His heat vision was curving at an angle greater than 200 degrees, continuously keeping both Clark and the other mysterious Superman enveloped.
"What are you doing?"
Lois was stunned to see the two curving rays coming from her youngest son's eyes.
Jordan was even more shocked.
He also had heat vision, but he couldn't do anything like this. Was this the result of a Kryptonian gene mutation? The second brother's super-brain couldn't process the scene information he was seeing.
"I'm being the Tailed Beast's charging bank, and Dad is my Jinchūriki. I'm the MVP again this time. It's all thanks to me that Dad wasn't twisted into a pretzel by that other fake dad."
"When we get back, you have to remind Dad to remember my favor. When he writes his will, he should leave the Fortress of Solitude to me and give the second brother a little less of the Kryptonian treasures at home."
Ian spoke frankly right in front of his second brother.
"Hey! I'm standing right here! Why not give Jonathan a little less?" Jordan's eyes widened, and his point of focus truly made Lois speechless.
"Your father isn't dead yet! Can you two show a little more filial piety?" Lois angrily slapped Jordan's head twice.
Due to the long distance, she could only land the slap meant for her youngest son on Jordan's head as well.
"..."
Jordan was speechless.
Ian, meanwhile, continued to claim credit from his mother.
"So much happened today. I was the MVP of the whole field. The entire Justice League should be filial to me. Otherwise, the Justice League would definitely have been wiped out this time."
His tone was full of certainty and pride.
"????????"
Lois didn't know how to comment on Ian's remarks. She could only remain silent, pretending not to hear, and looked at the two fighting Supermen in the distance with complex worry.
"Will he win?"
Lois didn't know.
"He will win."
Ian and Jordan were both very firm.
"I'm going to help Dad!"
Jordan also wanted to do something for Clark, but just as he was about to fly up, Lois held him back. The mature mother knew very well the gap between her second son and a true Superman.
"Actually, as long as we drag it out and let the yellow sun energy in that Superman's body run out, he will gradually fall into a disadvantage." Ian had a very clear grasp of the situation.
His judgment was not wrong.
Injustice Superman, bathed in the red sun radiation, also understood this. Clark's fierce punch grazed his temple, and the resulting sonic boom actually managed to shatter his eardrums.
Blood seeped from his ears.
The continuous weakening caused by the red sun radiation was clearly taking effect. Clark seized this fleeting opportunity, condensed all his power into his right fist, and slammed it fiercely into Injustice Superman's ribs.
—Bang!!
This punch finally made Injustice Superman groan. His body was knocked back and smashed into a large mountain. With his super-brain functioning, he ignored the pain and roared, flying out.
This time, his speed was faster and his strength was greater. Clark didn't even have time to defend and was hit by a knee strike to the abdomen. He shot up into the sky like a cannonball.
The two men broke through the atmosphere.
Flying straight into space.
The two blue and red blurs collided dozens of times in a single second.
The shockwave tore a twenty-kilometer-diameter vacuum zone in the clouds. Ian's pupils suddenly constricted. His retina barely captured the trails of the two men breaking through the Kármán line.
"Damn it! I'm losing sight!" Ian looked up from the ground, his golden pupils locked onto his father's figure, but as the two Supermen's battle environment climbed higher and higher, his vision gradually blurred.
"This is the fake Superman's trick!" Ian realized immediately what Injustice Superman was trying to do. He quickly flew up, instantly breaking the sound barrier and rushing into the sky.
However.
When he burst out of the atmosphere, a sudden feeling of suffocation hit him.
"Space is part of the sky! I am the Sky Tyrant, why do I need to breathe?!" Ian gritted his teeth, trying to convince his body.
However, his lungs were clearly not willing to accept this flawed reasoning. At the moment his consciousness began to blur, he had to change direction and awkwardly plummet back into the atmosphere.
He floated in the clouds, gasping for air.
Immortality did not mean he wouldn't pass out from lack of oxygen.
This move.
Injustice Superman had indeed calculated his weakness—he deliberately dragged Clark into space, all the way to the desolate surface of the Moon. Here, there was no evil kid to affect his fight with Clark.
The red sun's influence on him completely disappeared.
And the yellow sun's energy supply to Clark had also lost its target. As his power began to recover, Injustice Superman's single punch sent Clark smashing towards the nearest celestial body.
—Rumble!!!
A flower of dust erupted on the Moon's surface.
Clark's body was deeply embedded in the lunar soil.
The wall of the crater collapsed from his impact. His vision blurred for a moment, but his super-recovery quickly brought him back to consciousness. He struggled to get up and looked up.
Injustice Superman was already hovering above the Moon.
"You know, Clark?" Injustice Superman's voice couldn't travel in a vacuum, but the Kryptonian's super-hearing could still capture that icy tone.
"In the vacuum of space, no one can hear your screams. I will let you die with dignity... your children will only remember the most heroic scenes of you facing me."
Injustice Superman was quite thoughtful of others.
"Buzz buzz buzz~"
Clark, however, responded with his heat vision.
A surge of red light filled this barren land.
Injustice Superman swooped down, enduring Clark's heat vision. His fist aimed at Clark's head. Clark barely managed to roll out of the way, and a huge crater exploded where he had been on the lunar surface.
Injustice Superman's strike.
It was far more terrifying than the largest nuclear warhead. Clark shot out heat vision again, and the crimson light beam tore through the darkness, but Injustice Superman merely tilted his head and easily dodged it.
He had completely recovered his crushing strength.
"Your attacks are ridiculous."
Injustice Superman sneered.
"As insignificant as your inadequate conviction." He instantly appeared in front of Clark, abruptly grabbing Clark's head and slamming him fiercely onto the lunar surface.
Once, twice, three times... each impact made the lunar crust tremble, and dust surged like waves.
"You thought a child could change everything?"
Injustice Superman spoke in a low voice, his voice seeming to come from the depths of hell. "You are too weak, Clark. Your softness prevents you from truly mastering the infinite power within you."
"Your so-called mercy and principles are ultimately no match for my iron rule." Injustice Superman stomped on Clark's chest, and lunar dust surged like a tide under the impact.
"Like the Supermen of other universes, you have reached your end. As always, I have won." There was no joy or excitement in Injustice Superman's tone.
Instead, it carried a hint of indescribable complexity.
"You are no longer Superman." Blood seeped from the corner of Clark's mouth. In the vacuum's silence, his voice was firm, audible to the other Kryptonian.
"The one who died is the one who is not worthy of being called Superman." Injustice Superman responded coldly. He raised his fist high, and the next second, his fist smashed down like a meteor!
"Bang—!"
Clark's head dented under the heavy blow. The lunar rock cracked, forming a deep pit plunging towards the core. His vision blurred, and the only sound he could hear was the rushing of his own blood.
"Don't worry, I will take care of your family." Injustice Superman leaned in, his tone frighteningly calm, and raised his fist again. "I will do everything Superman is supposed to do."
"My family... doesn't need you to take care of them!"
Clark tried to resist, but his hands were instantly broken by the opponent. Struggling, he could only let out a painful roar, watching as the opponent's fist once again fell towards his head.
"Bang!!"
Clark's head was dented once more.
Blood splattered.
Injustice Superman paid no heed and continued, "And that boy... I will investigate his existence thoroughly. He, perhaps, is also an error that must be eliminated."
This was the conclusion Injustice Superman reached after deliberation.
Kryptonians shouldn't be like that.
No universe had that kind of variable.
Feeling that he was shouldering a mission.
Injustice Superman did not want to let go of any species that might be an intrusion from an outer universe—even if he truly was Lois's child, an error that needed to be cleaned up must be cleaned up.
This was the iron rule he adhered to.
It would not waver for anyone.
"God is dead, Clark. A true savior must be chosen between us. Unfortunately, it won't be you anymore." Injustice Superman was about to continue punching.
However.
"Don't... touch my child!!!"
Clark, with his dented head, suddenly had crimson eyes!
Injustice Superman's single sentence seemed to have touched his ultimate limit.
Two scorching hot rays of heat vision erupted. Injustice Superman was caught off guard and immediately countered with his own heat vision—the crimson beams from the two Supermen's eyes intertwined in the vacuum.
Erupting in dazzling light.
However, what was unexpected was that Clark's heat vision was actually gradually overwhelming Injustice Superman's! Injustice Superman was extremely astonished to find that his ray was being pushed back by the other!
"Why?"
He was greatly puzzled.
"You fundamentally don't know what responsibility is, or why we are called Superman... therefore, you cannot understand that judgment and conquest never bring hope!"
Clark roared. His vision was already blurred, but at this moment, countless images that others could not perceive seemed to flash across his retina.
His mother, Martha, baking apple pie in the kitchen.
The scent filled the entire farm.
Jonathan standing in the wheat field, smiling at him.
Lois in The Daily Planet office, smiling as she handed him a cup of coffee—and Ian and Jordan "fighting for their lives" on the sofa to grab the remote control.
These were the past moments.
The happiness Clark had always been guarding.
Now.
They were burning in Clark's blood.
"How could a person like you... be fit to take care of my family!" Clark's voice couldn't travel in a vacuum, but Injustice Superman seemed to hear his roar.
Golden light began to bloom from within Clark's body.
Infinite power seemed to surge forth from his being.
"What is that!"
Injustice Superman was shocked, watching his heat vision be completely suppressed. His brain made a judgment, so he had to retreat to dodge, otherwise, he knew his head would be pierced.
"This is impossible!"
Injustice Superman's face was full of unbelievable astonishment. He looked at Clark, who stood up again, bathed in golden light, his injuries healing at a visible rate.
This scene made Injustice Superman extremely alarmed. The iron-blooded conqueror couldn't help but look up at the universe. The sun was not on this side, Clark's yellow sun supply should be extremely weak.
So.
That light didn't come from the sun?
"What... did you do?!"
Injustice Superman could no longer maintain his composure.
Clark did not answer. He just slowly raised his fist, and golden energy flowed between his fingers. It was not the light from the sun, but the light from his heart.
It was true conviction.
"This isn't right, is it?"
Injustice Superman felt his thoughts short-circuiting.
"I don't need to be bathed in the sun." Clark gently raised his hand, and a mass of blazing golden energy condensed in his palm. "Because... I have always had the sun in my heart."
He was surrounded by light that flowed like liquid gold.
In a trance.
Injustice Superman seemed to see one figure after another within it. They were Ian, Jordan, Jonathan, and Lois. Injustice Superman felt he saw many other figures as well.
"I am clearly so much stronger than you!"
Injustice Superman's heart was greatly shaken. He didn't want this emotion to affect his state of mind, so he roared and gritted his teeth, flying forward again with terrifying speed.
His figure crushed countless craters.
Faster than a speedster.
However, this time.
Clark's fist was faster than his!
"Bang—!!!"
Injustice Superman's hastily put-up defense crumbled upon contact. The shockwave penetrated his torso and shot out from his back, blasting through countless craters and into space, where it shattered a large asteroid belt.
"What exactly is this light..." Injustice Superman looked down at his caved-in chest. Clark's glowing golden fist was slowly being withdrawn.
Many of his internal organs were shattered, but it was clear that the opponent didn't want to kill, so he had only suffered severe injuries. The entire person half-knelt on the ground, his expression stiff and dazed.
"The Kryptonian bloodline makes us strong, but love is what makes us invincible. You shouldn't have threatened my family." Clark looked at Injustice Superman.
He spoke slowly, his voice deep and firm.
"This light has always been here."
"It's just that you... may have forgotten it long ago."
The true family man.
It has always been Superman.
Injustice Superman froze.
He looked down at his shattered body.
Countless images flashed through his mind.
But he couldn't grasp any of them. Behind him was utter emptiness. At this moment, Injustice Superman's eyes became panicked. He had fused the powers of countless Supermen from countless universes, yet he seemed to have lost the most important thing.
"So that's it... family..."
Injustice Superman raised his bloody, mangled right hand. The sunlight from Clark's body shone on his pale face.
The man hoarsely repeated the word.
As if chewing on a foreign concept.
His panicked eyes quickly returned to calm.
And.
Rapidly dimmed.
Clark's sudden burst made Injustice Superman realize something terrifying. Without his family, merging with Supermen from other universes had no meaning.
He couldn't save anyone.
Much less this precarious Multiverse.
The inability to love.
Was the loss of future and foundation.
It also meant he was no longer the one who could truly solve all problems.
He could judge the world.
He could conquer everything.
He could become a god.
However, he could no longer be the true Superman.
"Kill me."
At this moment, Injustice Superman's decision was incredibly resolute.
His broken ribs were slowly regenerating, like a withered tree corroded by salt. "You will inherit my strength, and the strength of the other sixteen Supermen because of it."
With that.
Injustice Superman tore open his battle suit.
Clark's pupils narrowed slightly. He saw the skin exposed through the rips in the suit—it was covered with numerical tattoos, recording the codes of every devoured counterpart.
"I don't need your power." Clark frowned and asked, "But you must tell me what your so-called hunting and saving are all about."
The light on Clark's body was gradually receding.
It hadn't disappeared.
It had returned to his body.
"Innumerable universes are approaching our world. The Supreme Alliance believes the Multiverse will be eroded and devoured. In fact, the Multiverse itself may have sensed this crisis." Injustice Superman did not refuse to answer. He lay on the ground, enduring the pain of his broken body, and responded to Clark.
"Once a counterpart dies, the universe will transfer that counterpart's power and potential to other individuals. All surviving individuals will divide this portion of potential equally."
"The Supreme Alliance's goal is to gather the great power of all counterparts into one individual—to merge the Multiverse—and then use that power to help our universe resist the erosion of other universes."
There was a hint of melancholy in Injustice Superman's words.
"Isn't it an equal division? You don't look like you only equally divided the power of the other Supermen." Superman frowned. He had long noticed that Injustice Superman was incredibly strong, to a ridiculous extent.
"That's right, we have a way to intercept all the potential and power of the hunted individual." With that, Injustice Superman, kneeling on the ground, took off a metal belt from his waist and threw it to Clark.
Inside the metal belt, countless illusory "S" symbols flickered.
"This item can make the Multiverse mistakenly judge the wearer to be an individual with the number of 999,999." Injustice Superman cracked a smile, still seeping blood.
"Other universes can only divide the power after the decimal point."
He was quite honest.
"So, is this why I've been getting stronger inexplicably lately? I got a little bit of the leftovers?" Superman crushed the belt without the slightest hesitation.
Seeing this scene.
Injustice Superman's gaze became even more complex.
"No, it's not. That is an investment our universe is making in you after you survived an external universal invasion." Injustice Superman once again resolved the confusion in Clark's heart.
"Investment?"
Superman still wanted to ask something.
Suddenly.
He fiercely looked towards Earth.
"That Doomsday! The soul hidden inside... has fully awakened!!"
Clark's voice burst in the air, carrying unprecedented tension and alarm. He grabbed Injustice Superman's shoulder and almost instantly tore through space.
They traversed the atmosphere, plummeting from the Moon's desolation straight toward Earth—this wave of old father was indeed an epic power-up. He had become much stronger than before.
Their figures streaked through the clouds, like two burning meteors, landing on the city ruins.
The ground shook, and dust flew. Lois, Ian, and Jordan were standing not far away, their expressions grim.
"What's going on!" Lois asked loudly, her eyes full of worry.
"Doomsday... it's not a weapon." Clark said gravely. "It's a container—there's a sleeping entity inside. Ian told us this before."
The moment he finished speaking.
Before Ian could claim credit.
Lois had already seen Injustice Superman, who Clark was carrying by the collar.
"Grab his neck, Clark, grab his neck and squeeze hard, like you grab Ian." The old mother immediately gave Clark an overly intense emotional output.
"..."
Clark didn't know why, but he did as told.
"???????" Injustice Superman, whose neck was being held, twitched his mouth and looked up, meeting Lois's murderous gaze. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
However.
Before he could speak.
The massive, long-dead Doomsday suddenly opened its eyes!
Rumble!!
The earth shook, as if the entire ground was being torn apart by some invisible force.
"Descendants of Krypton."
A magnificent, earth-shattering, and imposing voice echoed. The titanic Doomsday, which had been slumped on the ground, suddenly stood upright. Its mountain-like body blocked out the sky.
The purplish-blue skin on its surface was receding.
Replaced by a newly born tissue flowing with golden-red light.
"I am your God."
Doomsday opened its massive mouth, and a star-like ball of light rotated in its throat. Its voice was low and ancient, carrying an authority and pressure that did not belong to this era.
"Now, the time for your offering has come." The words fell, and a golden-red light burst from its mouth, sweeping out like a tide.
"What's happening!?"
Clark felt a sharp pain within his body.
The golden energy actually began to flow uncontrollably towards Doomsday.
"He's absorbing our power!"
Injustice Superman, who was also affected, let out a cry of alarm.
Doomsday's body began to shrink.
It was no longer that massive monster, but gradually condensed into a human-like figure, its skin displaying an eerie golden-red luster, like an ancient deity.
"I need a proper body, I need your genes and power."
The ancient god whispered.
His words received no reply from Clark.
Injustice Superman seemed to realize something.
"Buzz buzz buzz—!"
He suddenly burst forward, his heat vision shooting straight for the opponent's eye socket. However, that ray, which was strong enough to melt the Earth's crust, was caught by Doomsday's raised hand and swallowed into its palm like a noodle.
Clark's golden heavy punch followed closely, but all its kinetic energy was sucked away the moment it made contact. Doomsday gripped his wrist in a reverse hold. Star systems seemed to flow beneath the golden-red skin.
"Oh, my talented descendant, so close to my own potential, you truly surprise me..." The ancient god spoke like thunder. He took a deeply intoxicated breath.
Clark's energy surged out like a river flowing into the sea.
"Clark! Jordan!"
Lois's scream made everyone turn around. They saw Jordan kneeling on the ground, a golden misty substance seeping from beneath his skin, being forcibly drained from his body. His pupils were constantly flickering.
Like a lamp about to lose power.
"Second Brother, hang in there!"
Ian slid and rushed to Jordan's side, placing both hands on his temples. The black light of the Elegy of Blasphemy flashed, and the extracted energy mist suddenly solidified.
Then, it surged back into Jordan's body.
Using the same method.
Ian once again successfully saved his father through an airdash—don't ask why he ran away earlier, running away was necessary to show the urgency of the situation. In any case, his skill was a great contribution again.
Everything happened in the span of a second.
No one could fault him.
"You wicked little brat!"
The golden-red-skinned ancient god Doomsday showed anger for the first time.
"What exactly are you?!"
He swung a truck-sized fist. The wind pressure it generated leveled the ground within a hundred meters. He wasn't trying to smash Ian to death but wanted to bat him away, just like the Dark Titan.
Being in Doomsday's body, the ancient god naturally knew that this boy was an unkillable piece of trash.
"Bring it on!"
Ian moved forward instead of retreating, his whole body engulfed in black flames, ready to use the newly acquired "Annihilation" characteristic to take the blow head-on—however, the opponent's fist stopped abruptly when it was dozens of meters away from him.
This guy's skyrocketing power began to rapidly decline.
As if it was forcibly being extracted by some even stronger will.
He withdrew his fist.
"Huh?" Ian frowned, thinking the opponent had seen through his tactics. But the next second, he realized that the ancient god Doomsday was not trying to defend himself.
"Why are you here!"
Doomsday suddenly looked up at the sky, its golden-red eyes shaking violently. The light on its surface began to flicker unstably, like a faulty light bulb, just like Jordan moments ago.
"No! I don't want to fall asleep again!"
It let out a non-human howl.
A sound mixed with unwillingness and fear.
A semi-transparent golden-red soul was being forcibly extracted from its head, emitting a terrifying aura.
"You can't do this!"
The soul seemed about to fall into stillness.
Ian's eyes were quick, and his hands were even quicker.
He rushed up in a single stride and grabbed the wisp of soul.
"Who are you talking to?"
He looked up following the movement.
The dawn suddenly pierced the clouds. Morpheus, the God of Dreams, hovered in the morning glow, his silver hair cascading like a galaxy. The threads of dream he was winding around his fingers were firmly binding the struggling soul in Ian's hand.
"I owe you a favor." Morpheus's voice was like a hundred dreams whispering at the same time in one's ear. His tone was cold, but he was actually a person who was cold in appearance but warm in heart.
"Now, I have repaid it."
Morpheus spoke.
"Nonsense!"
Ian, frantically absorbing the soul energy, retorted with a mouth full of words. "You're clearly holding a grudge! This guy hunted you down back then! I know it! You can't hide it from me! I am Ian the Omniscient!"
He was quite astonished by Morpheus's arrival, but that didn't stop him from refuting the other party's statement. How could he let Morpheus so easily repay a favor that he had just managed to acquire?
Where's the interest?
Where's the interest on the interest?
Where's the interest on the interest on the interest?
"Hmm?"
Injustice Superman staggered up.
He looked up at the sky in shock.
"Who is that?"
He asked.
"I don't know, my son knows a lot of weird people." Clark's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He was astonished to find that the energy that had been sucked away was surging back like a tide.
Doomsday's body collapsed with a crash, turning into a pile of wreckage, completely devoid of life. The energy that had been absorbed earlier naturally overflowed, returning to their owners.
However.
Nothing happened on Injustice Superman's side.
Lots and lots of energy was returning to Clark's body.
Even the portion that was sucked from Injustice Superman was pouring entirely into his body. Golden patterns spread wildly beneath his skin, as if an entire galaxy was flowing through his blood vessels.
"It seems the universe has made its judgment."
Injustice Superman looked at his arm and body, which were completely unchanged.
His expression was blank.
"Perhaps it's just the Supermen you killed... they made their choice." Clark did not feel happy. He spoke to Injustice Superman with a serious tone.
Their philosophies were not the same.
And now.
Who was right and who was wrong.
It was no longer important.
After all, the final result was laid out before them—the power that belonged to Superman had found the Superman it needed.
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