Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1523 Anyone who dares to touch my sister, I'll kill them all!
He bit his lower lip hard until the stronger taste of rust filled his mouth, forcing back the scream that was about to burst from his throat into his abdomen.

Bloodshot eyes, like those of a dying beast, were fixed on the two alien monsters before him, which were slightly adjusting their postures and about to launch another devastating attack.

The sticky pool of blood beneath his feet spread silently on the cold floor, like a crimson battle carpet laid out for him.

The hand that was trembling violently from the pain and exhaustion, gripping the blood-stained sword hilt, suddenly unleashed an even stronger grip in the next instant!

His knuckles were pale from excessive force, creating a stark contrast with the still-wet bloodstains on the sword hilt.

His heavy breathing was like a broken bellows; each inhale carried a heavy stench of blood, and each exhale exhaled an indomitable fighting spirit.

He knew that this brief respite, gained through injury, would be fleeting, and the next, even more deadly attack was already imminent!

He must find a glimmer of hope for retaliation amidst this bloodshed, or... at least carve out one more second of survival space for the trembling "little figure" behind him.

The deep laceration on Hachiman's left lower abdomen, where the bone was visible, burned like a red-hot iron against every nerve.

Scalding hot blood soaked through the tattered pajamas, spreading into a glaring pool of blood on the cold floor.

A wave of dizziness washed over him like a black tide, repeatedly trying to drag him into the abyss of consciousness. His strength was rapidly draining away from the gaping wound, and his right hand, gripping the sword hilt, trembled uncontrollably from blood loss and excruciating pain.

The two terrifying aliens in front of them slightly adjusted their postures, their compound eyes flashing with cold, inorganic killing intent—the next deadly attack was already on the line!
"I can't...fall here..."

Hachiman's consciousness swirled in a vortex of excruciating pain, with only the faint, flickering sobs from the corner behind him acting as a final anchor, desperately holding onto his crumbling will.

The obsession to protect and the despair of dying clashed wildly in the two clusters of ice flames in his eyes, almost tearing him apart!
The parasitic beast on the right, whose bone blade he had deflected with a single sword strike, was the first to attack!

Its tendon bundles, which connect to the massive scythe, writhe wildly, emitting a high-frequency hissing sound, clearly enraged by the previous block.

This time, it abandoned its high-reaching slashing motion. The huge scythe-like bone blade emerged like a venomous snake, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air. It stabbed straight at Hachiman's chest, which was too injured to move flexibly due to his severe injuries, at an even faster speed and a more cunning angle!

At the same time, the parasitic beast on the left, which had just slashed Hachiman, thrust out its sharp bone blade again with lightning speed, its target being Hachiman's neck, which was slightly hunched over in pain! It sealed off all possible escape routes for him!

A truly decisive blow!

The shadow of death has never been so heavy!
Hachiman's pupils contracted to their limit due to extreme fear and pressure.

Thinking? Strategizing? Even a fraction of a second is a luxury!
What drives his battered body is only the beastly instinct driven by desperation, and the most primitive and reckless move from the fragments of combat memories forcibly implanted by Luther—a thrust aimed at mutual destruction!

"Aaaaaah—!!!" A roar, a mixture of pain and rage, exploded from deep within Hachiman's throat!
Faced with a double threat, he made a move that defied all common sense!

Instead of retreating or blocking, he transformed all the remaining strength in his body, along with the tearing pain from the wound in his waist and abdomen, into a violent forward momentum!
He ignored the deadly bone blade aimed at his chest, and the cold glint of light slicing towards his neck!

With his bloodied left foot using the last of his strength, he slammed his body into the ground like an arrow, crashing headfirst into the "head" of the parasitic beast attacking him on the right—the core organ with its pink tendons twisting wildly!
The longsword in his hand, stained with his own blood, was abandoned in all defensive stance. He gripped it tightly with both hands, the tip pointing forward, transforming into a resolute, life-and-death crimson meteor, pouring out all the remaining embers of his life to pierce straight into the core of his target!

*Pfft! Sizzle!*
Two chilling sounds of flesh being torn apart rang out almost simultaneously!

The bone blade of the parasitic beast on the right, aimed at Hachiman's chest, pierced through his frail body without any resistance!

A sharp blade tip emerged from his back, bringing with it a plume of scalding blood mist!
Almost simultaneously, Hachiman's longsword, imbued with his entire life force, pierced with unparalleled precision through the core of the wildly writhing pink tendons in the parasitic beast's "head"! The tip of the sword even protruded from the back of its head!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The bone blade of the parasitic beast on the left, aimed at Hachiman's neck, grazed his shoulder blade due to the displacement caused by his desperate collision, tearing a deep wound that exposed the bone, but failed to hit a vital spot.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed Hachiman's senses like a tsunami.

He could clearly feel the cold, hard alien tissue churning inside his chest cavity, and he could feel his life force rapidly draining away like a flood.

## Tempering in Desperate Circumstances
His vision was completely swallowed by the inky darkness, the last glimmer of light extinguished, and he sank into an eternal, cold nothingness. Hachiman Hikigaya's consciousness seemed to have fallen into a bottomless ice abyss, every inch of his senses frozen and shattered—it was over, finally over.

The weakness from blood loss and the excruciating pain seemed to have faded away, leaving only a gentle, eternal annihilation.

Level Up!

The instant before consciousness was about to sink completely into the abyss of eternal night—

Level 1 Adaptive Breakthrough!
Om-! ! !
An indescribable torrent, as hot as lava yet carrying the stinging pain of countless micro-needles piercing the nerves, suddenly exploded from the depths of his chest!
The source is the "seed" that Luther planted, and now that thing is no longer dormant, it is throbbing violently, like a second heart being ignited!

This torrent violently swept through every blood vessel and nerve ending in the body, ruthlessly engulfing the invading, cold, slippery, and venomous core energy of the parasitic beast, tearing and disintegrating it with an all-crushing will!
Even more astonishingly, this force is forcibly integrating those fragments into every single cell of Hachiman's body!
The terrifying bone blade piercing through the chest made a teeth-grinding scraping sound—as if it were being gripped by an invisible giant hand and forcibly "squeezed" out from the depths of the wound!

Thick blood and shattered body tissue gushed out, and the bone blade fell to the cold floor with a clatter.

Almost simultaneously, the massive laceration in his waist and abdomen, so deep that the bone was visible and his internal organs were almost spilling out, caused his muscle fibers to writhe, search, and connect wildly as if injected with a violent life force!
The rolled-up edges of the flesh contracted and fused together violently at a visible speed, and new pink granulation tissue spread wildly under the bloodstains, instantly covering the hideous wound, leaving only a faint pink scar after violent undulations.

(End of this chapter)