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Chapter 281 You think you're Superman?

The same method, the same angle, but the difference is that the caped man's strength is far greater than that of the magical girl.

Much.

The girl reacted quickly and immediately raised her hands to brace against the steel plate. She wanted to wrestle with the cloaked man—but in just an instant, her legs were slammed into the ground by a tremendous force.

She couldn't help but grit her teeth and groan, but a moment later, she saw the cloaked man holding the steel plate in one hand, giving her a mocking smile.

"How are you feeling now? Hmm?" His hand sank lower and lower, pressing the magical girl into the ground. "Has this taught you, a low-level creature, a lesson?"

The magical girl immediately raised her eyebrows, squeezed her hands together, and dug her fingers deep into the board, shouting angrily at the other party.

"How dare you insult an Amazon warrior!"

Crunch——

A sickening metallic creak rang out, and the girl spread her arms wide, tearing the steel plate in two as easily as ripping a piece of waste paper.

So the cloaked man stepped forward again and delivered a straight uppercut to her.

"puff--!"

Even the Amazon warrior's body could not withstand a punch from a god among mortals. Crimson blood spurted from her mouth, and she was so struck that she saw stars and almost fainted on the spot.

"Let her go!"

At this moment, the green-clad young man rushed over. As he charged, his body shifted to a quadruped position and suddenly began to deform, swelling up like an inflating balloon. His limbs thickened and his nose lengthened—by the time he reached the cloaked man, he had completely transformed into an elephant.

"I knew that green-skinned kid must have some special skills."

At this moment, Drake's mindset had undergone a subtle change; he gradually transformed from a purely panicked citizen into a bystander pointing fingers and watching the drama unfold.

To be fair, superpowered battles are dangerous, but they are definitely more exciting than the gang shootouts in Gotham City—at least for Drake, it's a completely new experience.

Although it is dangerous.

"What are you so excited about?" Camilla barely dared to breathe, her voice barely audible. "Have you been in Gotham for too long and caught the 'crazy' vibes?"

Drake shrugged and retreated back into the corner.

boom!
The green elephant charged forward with all its might, slamming its massive body into the cloaked man, causing him to stumble. It then raised its thick elephant leg high and stomped on the man's body.

But the cloaked man was already prepared.

"Idiot! There's no animal on Earth that can take on Superman!"

Once he focused his attention, the heavy stomp appeared slow and sluggish from the cloaked man's perspective. He easily dodged the stomp and instantly appeared in front of the elephant, grabbing its trunk.

boom! boom! boom!
The green elephant flew up and was slammed to the ground by its trunk as the tiny human figure dragged it. Debris flew everywhere, the giant groaned, and the entire street trembled three times. To the metropolitan citizens around, the scene before them seemed both fantastical and terrifying.

After three strikes, three large craters appeared on the ground, along with a green-skinned boy whose bones were broken and tendons snapped, reverting to his original form.

"No! Garfield!" the magical girl cried out, but fortunately, the boy had distracted the cloaked man, so she immediately used her hands to pry open the five fingers clamping her neck. She jumped aside and untied a golden lasso from her waist—made of the latest polymer material, which might be able to bind the cloaked man for a while. But the magical girl knew that she alone could not defeat him.

How to do?
Just then, she caught a glimpse of a street corner where a blond boy was rushing into the battlefield. When he saw the beast boy on the ground and the magical girl with blood dripping from her mouth, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

"Great, Jericho's here," she thought. "We're not entirely without a chance."

Their eyes met, and in that instant, the Wonder Girl and Jericho understood each other perfectly.

“You’re stupid.” The cloaked man looked at the magical girl with a strange expression on his face. “But you’re beautiful. I won’t kill you easily, at least not so soon—I used to be mocked by all the beautiful women in the world. Now, I’ll start my revenge on you.”

The beautiful girl's face immediately showed anger and confusion. Superman is one of the least likely people in the world to be mocked by beautiful women. In fact, his female and male fans could probably line up from Metropolis to Gotham.

Without uttering a word, she stretched her body into a blurry shadow, circling around the cloaked man, and swung out the golden lasso—which was then caught in a grab.

The cloaked man's eyes were completely locked onto the rapidly moving girl.

"Too slow, too slow, your speed is weak and powerless."

"Really?" Upon hearing this, the girl turned to the side, revealing the blond boy behind her. "Since you can see me clearly, you must be able to see his eyes too, right?"

"Varied--"

In that instant, the cloaked man's gaze met the blond boy's green eyes.

The next second, the boy disappeared directly into the cloaked man's body, causing him intense discomfort.

His body felt like a game character with its key bindings changed, completely disobeying his mind. He tried to blink, but his toes twitched; he tried to take a step, but his eyes blinked instead. This bizarre and surreal feeling drove him almost mad. He could no longer unleash his immense power and was almost completely unable to move.

The girl's figure moved again, and a few seconds later, the cloaked figure, who was trembling from time to time, was bound hand and foot and completely incapacitated.

"What have you done?! Get out of my body!"

“You’re done for, Superman.” Wonder Girl, holding the lasso, breathed a slight sigh of relief. “Jellicoe can control the reflexes of other creatures. You can think and speak, but you can’t control your own body anymore—or rather, if you want to use your icy breath, we’ll make sure you can’t even speak.”

Not only her, but at this moment, all the citizens of the metropolis on the street breathed a sigh of relief; they no longer had to worry about being smashed into mincemeat by falling rocks.

At the same time, Superman's hands began to gesture unconsciously.

Camilla, who was watching from a distance, asked, "What is he doing?"

“He’s using sign language,” Drake replied. “He’s saying Superman is an alien and his powers can’t hold him back forever—good heavens, we’d better hide.”

“As far as I know, there’s no prison in the world that can keep Superman in check.” Cyborg limped to his feet and casually added, “You guys should go home now. Leave the rest to Titan.”

But at that moment, a frail, disabled man with crutches also came to Cyborg's side, and together they slowly made their way to the center of the battlefield.

“No need to worry, Titans,” he said. “Locking up the culprit who caused this won’t be difficult, because he’s not Superman—”

"I am Superman!"

(End of this chapter)