I became light in American comics

With a deafening explosion, Gontras crashed to the ground. As the light faded, the red-silver giant landed in the stance of a flying kick, sliding a considerable distance with the force of the impact in a classic move that would send road maintenance workers' blood pressure soaring.

Shen You slowly stood up from the dust, turned his head, and locked his gaze on the alien machine.

A height of 110 meters.

His standard size is around fifty meters, but Ultraman's size is never fixed. He can be bigger when he wants to be bigger, and smaller than a toothpick when he wants to be smaller. The only difference is energy consumption.

Around fifty meters is the standard size for most Ultraman characters, achieving a perfect balance between combat power and energy consumption. Under normal circumstances, even when facing an opponent larger than themselves, there's no need to force themselves to grow even larger to match the opponent, as increased energy consumption makes it inefficient.

However, this applies to situations where the character suddenly gains power.

who cares.

Labor and management can decide how big they want it to be.

Moreover, this is not just a matter of visual appearance. Thanks to Lao Bu's rocket, Shen You's overall attributes have exploded, and he himself doesn't even know exactly how much.

However, it seems he will soon discover it for himself.

He pushed off with his foot, flashing forward in a streak of light. Gontras, who had just been kicked to the ground and had just sprang to his feet using his back thrusters, was met with a magnificent, sonic-speed giant fist that slammed into his face.

With a dull, metallic clang, the robot staggered back two steps, its steel feet leaving deep craters in the ground.

A barrage of hooks and uppercuts followed by a heavy elbow strike. The golden light effect transformed into a transparent wave that exploded from the point where Shen You's elbow struck, denting Gontras's face and sending shattered parts flying onto the roof of a building.

Shen You glided forward, nimbly dodging the muzzle of Gontras's left arm cannon, and grabbed the mechanical arm. Tesla's right arm then transformed into a blade and swept towards him, but Shen You also caught it firmly in his palm.

Shen You clamped his arms around the robot's arms, channeling his inner energy at full power, intending to use his divine strength to forcibly sever the two arms, when suddenly he felt a mechanism on the robot's chest click open, revealing two rows of hidden cannon barrels.

He reacted with lightning speed, instantly releasing his grip and leaping into the air in a fraction of a second. Two neat rows of laser cannons shot out almost touching his feet, missing their target and flying into the distance.

Guntras maintained his lock, and various weapons popped out from his chest, hands, arms, and shoulders. A barrage of firepower, large and small, relentlessly poured into Shen You in mid-air.

Shen You dashed left and right, flashing in all directions, while his palms fired a barrage of light projectiles, dodging and striking simultaneously. A vast expanse of sky was instantly covered by various colored lights and continuous bursts of fire, creating a scene resembling an apocalyptic world—a breathtaking, awe-inspiring, and exquisitely beautiful spectacle that left everyone in awe.

Shen You huddled together, performing a series of supersonic somersaults, and landed on Gontras's left flank. He made an obtuse-angle turn and attempted to accelerate towards Gontras. However, the robot's AI reacted extremely quickly, with a particle cannon on its left shoulder already locked on and ready to fire, its muzzle crackling with electric snakes.

However, just before it was able to fire, the energy suddenly dissipated, the flame went out, and the entire barrel was instantly frozen!

Seeing its movement, Kara accelerated and flew over, freezing the shoulder cannon into ice with a breath of freezing air. Then, she punched forward with both fists, using her body as a projectile. Red and blue afterimages pierced through, and with a bang, she blasted the frozen giant cannon into ice shards all over the sky.

But Gontras reacted extremely quickly, adjusting its strategy in the blink of an eye. A hidden steel tentacle shot out from its back, opening powerful metal pincers, and hurtled towards Shen You who was charging towards it.

However, it didn't work!

It was Superman. With lightning speed, he flew away, creating a sonic boom behind him. The metal pincer was only halfway out when he caught it in his arms.

Superman roared "Hah!" and an incredible force burst forth from his small body, tearing the thick metal tentacle off its roots, sparks crackling and popping from the severed end.

In the blink of an eye, Shen You had already lunged in front of it. With its countermeasures repeatedly thwarted, Gontras had no more chances to respond and could only watch helplessly as the golden, heavy fist hurtled toward its face.

A lightning-fast piercing, a deafening bombardment. A silver-white rear fist slammed into the robot's face, exiting through the back of its head, accompanied by a burst of golden light.

The terrifying divine power, combined with the already imposing size and the dazzling golden light effects, creates a visual impact that is almost indescribable.

All the citizens were unable to help but look up at this battle of the gods, feeling their worldview from the first half of their lives shatter.

One particularly daring photojournalist pushed his way through the crowd and started snapping photos in a flurry.

Jimmy Olsen of the Daily Planet, Superman's photographer and best friend.

He captured this battle of the century with perfect lighting and angles, while also experiencing firsthand the soul-stirring power that far surpassed human capabilities.

For a fleeting moment, such a thought did cross his mind.

"Do I really need to risk being crushed into mincemeat by them at any moment to take photos here?"

This question bothered Jimmy for about three seconds.

Three seconds later, he raised the camera again.

"Ha, what am I thinking? Of course it's absolutely worth it."

It should be released this Friday if all goes as planned, and there will definitely be a lot of new chapters scheduled for release then.

I also hope you guys will definitely place your first orders to support me! Thank you!

Chapter 88 Superior's Speech

Guntras, one of the countless machines of aggression built by Brainiac.

It was born for destruction, its very existence dedicated to eliminating all resistance on its target planet for its creator. It only engages when faced with a worthy adversary, hence its exceptional physical strength and weaponry.

However, Gauntlas's artificial intelligence wasn't particularly intelligent compared to Brooks's army. Perhaps Brooks envisioned it as a steel beast existing for destruction, requiring only savagery and not a highly intelligent mind.

So Gontras spent a long time trying to figure out, with its not-so-bright brain, what was going on with this giant of light who was now punching and kicking him with golden light effects.

Why does it look like it belongs to its owner?

It probably never imagined that the immense energy Shen You poured out through his fists and kicks as if it were free was actually largely a gift from its own master.

So the current situation is similar to the master feeding the enemy team kills and experience until they get fully equipped, then retreating and sending the enemy back to feed them.

At least most supports say, "You've been buffed, go feed," but Lao Bu's support play was even more abstract. He literally injected the enemy with Nano Boost and told his teammates to go feed. The teammates went in, looked completely bewildered at the enemy's sparkling and lightning-filled effects, and then turned around to find their own backline had already run away.

This is exactly the situation Gantras is facing now. Old Bro's machine clone is dead, the main body has been disconnected from the network, and the spaceship has been hijacked by the enemy. It's the only one left in the entire army to withstand the pressure, getting beaten up by Ultraman's punches, with parts and wires scattered everywhere.

It's so hard.

A golden hook punch nearly cracked the robot's already dented cheek, followed by a side kick that sent it sliding backward. Gontras staggered back, his internal damage alarm sounding just in time. The alarm was comprehensive; everything was red from head to toe, with hardly a single intact part to be found. It was practically halfway to the scrap metal yard.

But Gontras hadn't given up; it felt it could still be saved.

The robot opened its arms, activating all the remaining weapons on them at once, locking onto the giant in front of it, ready to fight to the death.

However, before he could raise his arms, they were firmly held in place on both sides.

Two Kryptonians.

Superman and Supergirl each clung tightly to its arms, which were much thicker than their combined size, their fingers like steel piercing into the armor of the robotic arm.

As the intense light in their eyes shot out simultaneously, the impact of the heat vision burst forth. The red-hot rays cut through the sturdy alien armor of the robotic arm like sharp blades, while the two Kryptonians pulled with terrifying strength, capable of splitting mountains and cleaving rocks.

With a deafening explosion, the cutting power of the heat vision combined with the superhuman strength of the two superhumans, both arms snapped off with a dull metallic groan!

Compared to Gontras, its tiny, ant-like size belies the terrifying power it unleashes; the stark contrast creates a visually striking impact that is truly soul-stirring.

The citizens of the metropolis couldn't help but cheer and shout.

The light after the storm is the brightest, and the hope after despair shines the brightest. The metropolis at that time was experiencing just such a dramatic rise and fall.

Superman and Supergirl each held up their two severed arms and used their super strength to unleash two arcs of surging air.

Right in the center of his face!

Gontras's head was even more severely deformed from the blast, and the internal mainframe seemed to be malfunctioning. Having one's own arm ripped off and used as a slap in the face—there's probably no more tragic fate than this.

"Archive. Collect Destruction"

Its neck joints twisted stiffly, and its disordered intelligence began to ramble incoherently.

"Mission: Destruction Execution"

The robot's eyes flickered twice. When it looked up, through the distorted screen's sensors, it could only see the red and silver giant standing in front of it, his hands crossed in a cross shape.

Blue arcs of electricity and waves of energy surged in his hands.

The sensor reported an error and could not monitor energy data. However, it doesn't need the data; it knows it has already sent it.

"Archiving. Mission destruction failed."

The robot blinked twice, its tone turning somber and somewhat sorrowful.

I was originally planning to retire next year.

Specium Rays!

When fully charged, even Specium's special effects are more gorgeous than usual, with dazzling beauty and a striking azure blue impact, like an energy blade flying across the sky above the houses, as if the air along the way is swallowed up by nothingness, rushing towards Gontras's body.

Like a fiery meteor streaking across the street, Gontras's seemingly indestructible shell shattered almost instantly upon impact. Cracks spread rapidly from the point of impact, and azure light quickly filled every crevice, like spreading vines. The metal shell emitted a piercing cracking sound as its massive body began to break apart.

The metal was crushed by overwhelming force, the cracks emitting sounds like bones breaking, and the entire massive and complex structure began to collapse like dominoes. A massive shockwave scattered metal fragments in all directions, like countless tiny pieces. Broken parts scattered in the Specium's brilliance, the destructive pulverization expanding from the center until the entire machine was reduced to countless fragments.

The explosion of a giant machine over 100 meters tall is not a scene we see every day. Even in big-budget blockbusters, you might not see such a breathtaking scene.

At that very moment, the citizens of the metropolis witnessed a scene so outrageous that it seemed unreal even by dream standards.

Able to fire energy weapons with such power using bare hands

Such a creature must be a god, right?

As the smoke dissipated, the red and silver giant slowly lowered his arms. The glow of the setting sun outlined his imposing silhouette, creating a dreamlike scene.

Even the most staunch atheist cannot remain unmoved at this moment.

They even felt an urge to worship and pray.

"It's okay now."

Superman flew down and landed in front of the crowd.

"The crisis is over."

He looked around at the dilapidated streets and ruins that had been swept away by aliens.

"Okay, it doesn't seem completely over yet. We still have to rebuild our homes. But that's okay, we'll work together and we can rebuild them even better. Just a moment."

With that, Da Chao vanished in a flash, leaving the crowd bewildered and at a loss for what to do.

But just moments later, he reappeared with a whoosh, dragging a hurricane with him.

"I just learned most of the architecture-related knowledge in the Metropolitan Library in an instant. Let's work together to build a better home than ever before. Anyone want to join me?"

Citizens: "?"

What did you just learn?

No, how long has it been? Ten seconds?

From beginner to expert, become an architectural master in ten seconds?

Is that too much?

Seeing that everyone was just staring wide-eyed in shock, but no one was raising their hand to join in, Superman seemed a little frustrated.

"Does nobody want to come with me?"