Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 591 Learning from Mistakes (Please subscribe and read, and vote with monthly tickets!)
bang bang bang...

Superman kept throwing punches at Martin, who was right next to him, shattering layer after layer of sword energy shields around him. But every time he shattered a sword energy shield, a new one would appear, making it impossible for him to touch Martin.

Martin's hand on his chest was like a mountain, making it impossible for him to break free. He could only retreat continuously, and soon he would be leaving this space.

What's even stranger is that even if a mountain were to fall on Superman, it wouldn't be able to immobilize him.

But Martin did it with just one hand.

"What exactly did you do to me?"

Superman didn't stop attacking Martin, using punches, freezing breath, and heat vision in turn, but to no avail.

"nothing."

Martin looked at Superman and explained with a slight smile, "I just used a little trick to connect myself to this space."

"Don't be fooled by the fact that I'm only pressing down on your chest with one hand. What's pressing down on you now is all the matter in this entire space, as well as the structure of this space itself."

"Clark, you're still too young. I have plenty of ways to deal with you. You'd better just behave yourself and stop struggling."

"Stop talking nonsense! And stop using that lecturing tone when you talk to me."

Superman, of course, was not going to give up the struggle. He stopped trying to get rid of Martin and put all his energy into the attack.

His fists stopped swinging, and his breath stopped exhaling cold air; only his eyes emitted a burning gaze as he focused all his energy on attacking the point in front of him.

The layers of sword energy shield shattered instantly under the heat vision attack, like glass.

The scorching gaze finally reached Martin, but passed right through his head, as if Martin in front of him were just an illusion.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Martin looked at Superman, who was speechless with astonishment: "Your recklessness has blinded you. We've been facing off for so long, and you can't even tell that the body I'm using right now is just a ball of sword energy?"

Both Superman and the newly debuted Flash relied too much on their abilities, but neglected the simplest things.

Superman's eyesight and hearing ensure that he can hear and see everything on Earth.

However, for someone like Martin, it is also very easy to deceive their eyes and ears.

Superman, influenced by blasphemous words, ignored this point and relied entirely on the beastly actions within his body, only to be betrayed by his so-called intuition.

"Go away!"

Martin stopped teasing Superman and patted him on the chest with his other hand.

With a snap, the space, which was originally similar in structure to Earth, began to change as Martin swung his right hand.

The entire space was like a water balloon pierced by a bullet; the matter inside and the outer shell all moved in the direction of the bullet's movement, and began to stretch continuously.

Martin didn't sense this; the sword energy he threw into the subspace was just a pure mass of energy, and there was no such thing as feeling it.

But Superman felt increasing pressure on his body, being swept up by space and moving with the direction of the flow of matter, as if his whole body was being stretched countless times.

Under Martin's deliberate manipulation, Superman is now like a pebble stuck in a breached dam, the weight of the entire river constantly impacting his body under the force of kinetic energy.

Martin reached out and slapped forward once, and the pressure on Superman increased by a whole level.

Do you think this kind of pressure will make me give in?

The blasphemous words on Superman's body were flashing incessantly: "Pah! Let me tell you, this little bit of pressure isn't even enough to give me a bath. Just you wait!"

"Hehe, don't be in such a hurry, this is just an appetizer, the real show is yet to come."

Martin shaped the sword energy into a body and threw it into this subspace. Although the change in the spatial structure caused some changes in his body, it could not affect the energy properties of the sword energy itself.

"Look at the sword!"

Martin roared, his body making no movement, but a sharp light flashed in his dark eyes, transforming into a sword that pierced directly into Superman's eye.

In an instant, Superman felt immense pressure, as if he had become an ordinary person facing a raging flood.

"Why can't you learn from your mistakes? You just suffered at Darkseid's hands, and now you've already forgotten?"

With a smile on his face, Martin easily and briefly separated Superman's consciousness from his body, placing all the pressure of the material world on his consciousness.

Deep down, Superman's consciousness structure is no different from that of an ordinary person. When his consciousness is fragmented, it is completely opposite to his body's perception of the material world.

Superman's smile froze on his face, his eyes began to dart around, and he no longer had the strength to attack Martin.

"Go away!"

Martin exerted force with both hands again, pushing Superman directly through the boundaries of the subspace and back into the material world.

With a pop, the two of them seemed to have come from the sea to land. The enormous force had not yet dissipated, and it squeezed the surrounding air and kept splashing outward, directly twisting away the entire cloud layer in the sky, as if it were a concrete manifestation of a particle field.

Martin pushed Superman from the sky and slammed him to the ground, quickly locking onto the Parademon army fighting the Alliance forces on the ground, and charged straight at them.

Boom!

Superman slammed hard onto the ground, like a missile hitting the Parademon army, causing a huge impact that crushed the surrounding Parademon into dust.

The clone Martin created with his sword energy self-destructed the moment Superman fell, unleashing countless sword energies that resembled a blooming flower, relentlessly annihilating the surrounding Parademons and turning them into a hornet's nest.

However, their commotion did not attract much attention.

As Martin pushed Superman out of the subspace, he also destroyed the spatial structure there. After the two of them flew out, the things in this space suddenly appeared in the material world.

The areas controlled by Savage had already been sunk by Superman's immense power before they were divided by the subspace.

Once the subspace was dismantled, the entire piece of land was reduced to countless pebbles, which crashed into the ocean.

The area opened up on the continental shelf was flooded with countless amounts of seawater, and the collision between the two caused a series of small-scale earthquakes.

The land along the coast was affected and felt a slight tremor.

The army led by Rashina felt the effects the most, as Superman crashed to the ground like a meteor, exacerbating the impact of the earthquake on them.

Of course, for Lasina, this attack wasn't all bad; at least the Justice League's forces, who had been entangled with them for so long, finally retreated.

"withdraw!"

As Rashina watched the sonic boom in the sky disappear, he immediately gave the order to retreat.

After fighting the Justice League, Rashina finally realized the capabilities of these superheroes.

Their fighting prowess was completely out of place on this backward Earth; it was nothing like what a race that had never left their home planet should be capable of. Rashina told his men, "Our immediate priority is no longer to win the war, but to preserve our strength to establish outposts on Earth, thereby inviting the great Dark Lord to descend."

Big Badar was an excellent general; every decision she made was correct, and she did everything she could. For the greater good, we have to abandon her, and wish her all the best.

Without a second thought, Rashina tossed Big Bada aside and spouted a bunch of high-sounding nonsense about being proud of her.

Then, she prepared to run away.

Having his escape route cut off is not a fatal thing for Rashid al-Rashid.

What's truly deadly is the incredible resilience of the Justice League's forces. The war has dragged on for so long, and both sides have already suffered countless casualties, yet they show no sign of backing down. They relentlessly entangle them, preventing them from advancing an inch or retreating an inch.

Moreover, the weapon in his hand could indeed inflict great damage on the Parademons of Apokolips, causing Rashina a great headache.

The most critical issue is that Rashina's high-end combat capabilities are no match for the Justice League.

Where is Martin?

Just as Rashina was about to take this opportunity to retreat, two heat visions shot into the sky and began to wreak havoc among the Parademon army. Wherever the heat visions passed, all the Parademon were reduced to ashes.

"Damn Justice League."

Rashina narrowly avoided Superman's heat vision, and looked at the Parademons around him being burned to ashes by the heat vision, feeling both surprised and angry.

She was certain she was no match for Superman, and the surrounding spatial structure was sealed off by the Justice League. The Mother Box could only perform small actions within this large framework, and could not move the Parademon army to other places on a large scale.

"Actually, I'm very curious about something. The Kryptonians must have experienced being bathed in yellow sunlight during their colonization of the universe before, so how come the New Gods knew nothing about this?"

Martin appeared like a ghost beside Rashina, cleaving through the oncoming red heat vision with a single sword strike.

"Death!"

Rashina completely ignored Martin's question and lashed out with her spiked whip.

"Alas, they don't appreciate kindness."

Martin shook his head, then vanished from the spot in a flash.

Rashina's whip lashed the ground, creating a crack a hundred meters long, the spikes on the whip tumbling and churning out large craters.

"Martin!"

Superman heard Martin's voice, turned his head, and charged over like a human tank.

Rashina's alarm bells rang. She didn't want to confront either the mysterious human who had just appeared or the beast-like Superman directly, so she stood up and tried to jump out.

"Where to go?"

Superman dashed to where Martin had been, but finding no one, he grabbed Rashina's steel whip.

That steel whip, capable of tearing apart even the hull of a spaceship, couldn't cause any damage to Superman's skin.

"Where is Martin? Tell me now!"

Superman's mind is becoming increasingly chaotic, and the aftereffects of Martin splitting his consciousness and body are beginning to appear, causing him to gradually lose control of his body.

Rashina had no chance to realize this.

Unable to find Martin, Superman vented his anger on the new god before him, gripping the whip tightly and waving it up, down, left, and right.

Rashina combined his body and whip, and with Superman's movements, he pounded the ground like a soft hammer, creating large craters. Before long, his equipment was covered in dust, making him look disheveled and no longer resembling a warrior.

"Damn Earthlings."

Rashina yelled, releasing his grip on the whip and flying away, using the opportunity to get far away from Superman.

"Is this Apokolips's Nemesis not so stupid after all?"

Martin reappeared and whistled as he watched Rashina fly away.

"it is true!"

After being mocked by Martin, Superman finally became smarter. Before the fight, he used his eyes to confirm that Martin was made of flesh and blood before charging at him.

"So what if it's true? With your character, you can't even unify your mind and body, do you think you can beat us?"

Martin flicked his finger, and countless sword energies immediately appeared around him, like a sea of ​​sword energy hanging overhead. The sword shadows moved swiftly, like leaping fish and dragons, casting shadows that covered a patch of sky.

"bundle!"

As the sword finger fell, countless sword energies rained down, but instead of pointing the blade at the enemy, they connected with each other, becoming ropes strung together by the sword energies, directly binding the superhuman's hands and feet, while the other end was fixed to the war-ravaged land.

"This cheap chain can't hold me. Come here!"

Superman scoffed at the sword-like chains binding his hands and feet, then shattered them with a burst of power, sending countless sword energies flying in all directions.

"That's not necessarily true. How about we make a bet? I can take you down with just this one move."

While Martin and Superman were arguing, Martin snapped his fingers, and the shattered sword energy reassembled, binding Superman's hands and feet.

Each sword aura began to emit light, but this time the light emitted from the sword aura was no longer the golden light of dawn, but the red glow of dusk.

Countless sword energies swirled around Superman as he moved, and the red light reflected from Fiora quickly obscured everything around him.

"My body."

The once-fierce Superman suddenly weakened. Under the radiance of the red sun, the cells in his body rapidly deteriorated, and he soon lost the strength to struggle, kneeling helplessly on the ground.

He was still struggling, but Martin had already blocked out the sky with his sword energy, ensuring that not a single ray of yellow sunlight fell on Superman.

"You're cheating."

Superman was certainly not resigned to being toyed with by Martin ever since they met, without ever having a direct confrontation. How could he feel at ease?
"This is a war, not a game; there are no rules."

Martin, holding the Hero's Sword, slowly leans against Superman.

The blasphemous writing on his body was originally concentrated on his right leg, but after being exposed to the red sunlight, his body weakened extremely rapidly, and he could not maintain the strength to resist by relying solely on his consciousness.

So those blasphemous words climbed up Superman's waist and began to spread outwards.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Martin first placed the Hero Sword on Superman's shoulder, tapped it twice, and then raised the sword, making a preparatory gesture for a decapitation.

(End of this chapter)