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Chapter 360 Do Kryptonians Bleed?

Fiora's pupils contracted slightly, and she abruptly turned her head to look in the direction of the sound.

A black-haired man stood not far away, carrying a broken RPG on his shoulder, which he casually tossed to the ground.

Du Mu clicked his tongue: "Ordinary equipment is just not durable. It only stacked a few slightly stronger spells, and it shattered after firing one shot. We'll have to specially build a batch of firearms that can withstand magic."

"Father?"

Clark struggled to sit up from the rubble, his face filled with disbelief: "How did you get here?"

"As a police officer, my job is, of course, to fight criminals."

Du Mu, exuding righteous indignation, said to Fiora, "You alien country bumpkin, your actions have violated numerous laws and regulations on Earth, including but not limited to kidnapping, vandalism, illegal entry, intentional injury, and littering large amounts of trash. Surrender immediately and do not put up any futile resistance."

Clark:

Large piece of trash, you're not referring to me, are you?

"An alien country bumpkin?"

Fiora's gaze suddenly turned icy.

In her eyes, Krypton is an advanced civilization in the universe, while Earth is just a backward planet that can't even leave its own star system, at best an uncivilized primitive tribe.

For Du Mu, a primitive man, to turn around and mock them, the Kryptonians, is an absolute insult.

"court death!"

Fiora snorted coldly, ignoring Clark on the ground, and her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Father, watch out!"

Clark was shocked and immediately flew over, trying to intercept Fiora midway.

Although he had heard from Louise that Du Mu was quite strong, he only thought of him as a slightly more powerful human. In front of Fiora, a Kryptonian, even a human at the peak of physical fitness was nothing more than a piece of paper.

But he was still a step too slow.

Fiora had already appeared in front of Du Mu, his right fist carrying a sonic boom, heading straight for Du Mu's face.

This punch had no technique whatsoever.

Fiora disdained using combat techniques against a native Earthling; she would simply overwhelm him with numerical superiority, without bothering with fancy tricks.

Bang! !

A loud bang exploded, and the shockwave swept wildly in all directions, scattering rubble and debris everywhere.

In Fiora's astonished gaze, a hand wearing a silver metal gauntlet gripped her fist firmly.

These gauntlets are made by absorbing human bodies and are made of the same material as Captain America's shield. They can absorb most of the kinetic energy, making them most suitable for dealing with numerical monsters like Kryptonians.

"this...

Clark looked on incredulously.

He had just experienced Fiora's strength firsthand; in terms of power, she was no less than himself. Yet Du Mu had accepted it so easily.

Could it be that I am not the only alien on Earth?

Du Mu, unaware that Clark had mistaken him for an alien, slowly grinned at Fiora.

"Assaulting a police officer is an even more serious offense!"

As he spoke, he suddenly tightened his grip on Fiora's fist, twisted his waist and abdomen to generate force, and hurled Fiora at Nam, who had just stood up.

Throw it!

Du Mu activated his skill directly.

The moment Fiora released her, an extra force boosted her, causing her flight speed to surge several levels, leaving a blurry afterimage in the air.

Who says enemies can't be used as projectiles?

Nam had just gotten up from the ground when he saw a dark figure rushing towards him at high speed.

Driven by his fighting instincts, he subconsciously stretched out his right hand and swung it forcefully, swatting away the unidentified object.

Snapped!

A very clear and loud bang was heard by everyone present.

Nam's slap landed squarely on Fiora's head, sending her sprawling to one side. She was thrown sideways in mid-air before crashing into a restaurant on the street, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Du Mu gloated and shouted, "Oh no, you're finished! Women are very vengeful creatures. She'll remember this slap for the rest of her life."

Nam:

He then realized who it was that he had just slapped away.

It's worth noting that Fiora is notorious on Krypton for her hatred of men. She has brutally murdered dozens of men and occasionally, when the mood strikes, she doesn't even spare her own people.

If it weren't for General Zod constantly suppressing Fiora, Krypton's already dwindling population would likely have been reduced by more than half.

Thinking about his actions just now, Nam's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Fiora emerged from the restaurant ruins.

The Kryptonian armor's defense was indeed formidable; Nam's slap didn't cause any real damage. However, she was covered in colorful sauces, and a few lettuce leaves were still hanging from her head, making her look extremely disheveled.

Fiora didn't say much, but simply glanced at Nam calmly.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a corpse that had already been buried.

Nam felt a chill run down his spine from the stare, and felt like he could start writing his will in advance.

Or maybe I should go back and harden my heart, get myself surgically removed, and become sisters with Fiora.

If I can't save my underlings, at least I can save my own life.

Du Mu withdrew his gaze from the spectacle and whispered to Clark, "We'll each take one of them. I'll take the big, dumb one. I have a principle: I don't hit women, so you can have the other one."

He realized that Fiora was far superior to Nam, so he decisively passed this tough nut on to Clark.

Clark hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He actually wanted to say that he doesn't hit women either.

Besides, when you threw that person out like a projectile, why didn't you mention any principles?

But Du Mu didn't give him a chance to refuse. With a push of his foot, he charged straight toward Nam.

Clark took a deep breath, turned around, and rushed towards Fiora.

When Nam saw Du Mu charging towards him, he immediately composed himself and took steps to meet Du Mu, kicking two shallow dents into the asphalt road beneath his feet.

The distance between the two shrank to zero in the blink of an eye.

The next instant, both of them threw punches simultaneously.

boom-!

The two fists collided violently in mid-air, and the shockwave exploded from the point of impact, spreading outwards.

Both of them remained rooted to the spot, neither taking a single step back.

Du Mu absorbed a lot of kinetic energy thanks to the material of his boxing gloves, and was not greatly impacted.

Nam, however, easily withstood the attack thanks to his Kryptonian armor and his own physical strength.

His armor, a culmination of Kryptonian technology, was indeed powerful, but what was truly terrifying was the innate physical prowess of Kryptonians.

Krypton's gravity is many times greater than Earth's, and the muscle density and bone strength that evolved in that environment would be a game-changer on Earth.

This is like a classic setting in some science fiction movies, where the protagonist from Earth arrives on a planet where the gravity is only a fraction of that on Earth, and can easily break steel bars with his bare hands and leap over a dozen stories high, instantly becoming a superhuman.

Even though Du Mu's strength attribute has exceeded 100, it is still difficult for him to gain an advantage over the Kryptonians in terms of pure strength.

"That's why I hate numbers-based games; they require absolutely no skill."

Du Mu looked on with disdain, completely forgetting the victims whose numbers he had crushed.

A dazzling white light suddenly erupted from his fist, and several spells instantly entered Nam's body.

Weakness, slow movement, poisoning, blood loss, dizziness...

A series of debuffs took effect simultaneously, causing Nam's pupils to dilate instantly, and he fell into a brief daze.

Compared to their strong physical resistance, Kryptonians have much lower magic resistance.

Du Mu seized the opportunity and began to gather power in his right fist. White light rose continuously on the surface of the gauntlet, becoming so bright it was almost blinding.

At the very moment the light reached its peak, the fist suddenly slammed out.

Charge up and unleash a devastating punch!

Bang! !

A loud bang followed.

Nam was sent flying like a cannonball, leaving a straight trail of air in his wake, and flew more than a hundred meters away before crashing heavily onto an oil train on the tracks.

Rumble—!

The explosion instantly engulfed Nam's figure, flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.

However, according to the classic "no harm in smoke" rule, this kind of scene often means that it's not over yet.

Sure enough, a locomotive suddenly flew out of the smoke, arcing through the air in a perfect parabola before crashing down on Du Mu with a whooshing sound.

Du Mu leaped into the air and nimbly dodged the oncoming locomotive.

The locomotive rolled wildly on the ground, crushing gravel and asphalt as it went, heading straight for Fiora, who was locked in combat with Clark.

Fiora glanced at the engine out of the corner of her eye, quickly raised her hand to block it, and then looked sideways at Nam, who was walking out of the firelight.

Fiora: (°—°)

Nam: (——)

Oh no, now we can't even be sisters anymore.

"It's all your fault!"

Nam channeled his fear into rage, blaming it all on Du Mu.

He kicked off the ground with both legs, like an astronaut on the moon, and after several big jumps on the ground, he leaped high into the air, traversing a distance of dozens of meters before descending from the sky, clasping his hands together and smashing them down on Du Mu.

Du Mu immediately raised his hands to block, but the kinetic energy was completely absorbed by the gauntlets like water being absorbed by a sponge.

Nam did not stop. After landing, he unleashed a flurry of punches at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, and the dense shadows of his fists enveloped Du Mu like a storm.

Du Mu activated Death's Eye, maximizing his dynamic vision, and used the properties of his gauntlets to continuously block attacks.

But Nam is, after all, a combatant from Krypton, and his body has been imprinted with combat genes since the moment he was born.

His combat instincts were extremely sharp. After a few rounds of fighting, he noticed the strangeness of the gauntlets and immediately shifted his attack focus to other parts of Du Mu's body.

In this world, being able to fight is just the basics; using your brain is the key, otherwise you'll be a nobody in Krypton forever.

You agree, Clark.

Nam's speed at full power was absurd; even though Du Mu's Death Eye caught the attack trajectory, his body couldn't keep up with the reaction.

Nam suddenly reached out and grabbed Du Mu's gauntlets, using brute force to control Du Mu.

Boxing gloves can absorb kinetic energy, but not static force.

"Buhou!"

Du Mu realized that his tactics had been seen through and was about to make a tactical retreat.

Nam was faster, kicking out with his foot.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Du Mu was kicked flying, crashing through several buildings before finally coming to a stop by slamming heavily onto a truck.

The cargo compartment was dented deeply, and the alarm blared loudly.

Nam gave Du Mu no chance to catch his breath, and followed closely behind, stepping onto the roof of the truck and looking down at Du Mu lying in the dented cargo box.

"That's the end of Earthlings' little tricks."

Nam reached out, ready to pull Du Mu out of the scrap metal and deliver the final blow.

However, his movement suddenly froze halfway through his finger's reach.

At this moment, he felt a wave of weakness rising from the depths of his body, as if he had taken off more than ten times in one night, and that invincible sense of power was fading away little by little.

Nam's expression changed drastically: "This feeling..."

"It feels like coming home, right?"

Du Mu finished the sentence for him and slowly opened his right hand.

A stone lay in his palm, emitting a faint green glow.

[Item: Kryptonite (Kryptonians' fatal weakness, an essential item for Batman)]

Kryptonite, the most powerful weapon against Kryptonians.

Du Mu originally intended to keep a secret and use it to trick General Zod, the mastermind behind the BSS.

The Kryptonians' strength was far beyond expectations. Even if he put on the God King set, he would have a hard time fighting them, unless he used the Ultron armor directly, but even then, he might not be able to guarantee that he would let them escape.

General Zod brought a lot of Kryptonians to Earth, and each of them was a superhuman being on Earth.

On Earth, the only one capable of direct confrontation is Clark.

As for Batman, who's still holed up in Gotham, he doesn't even know what Kryptonians are.

If he were to fight these Kryptonians, he'd probably be turned into a bat pancake. After all, those Kryptonians don't have any moral compass like Clark, and they don't hold back against their enemies.

Therefore, we should reduce the Kryptonians' strength as much as possible, ideally leaving only General Zod, so that we can return to the righteous brawl that Du Mu loves most.

"What...what is this?"

Nam didn't recognize Kryptonite, but he could feel an extremely familiar sensation, just like the environment of Krypton.

When they lived on Krypton, it was similar to humans living on Earth. They were all ordinary flesh and blood, and their bodies would be injured and bleed just like when attacked by guns and weapons, unlike now where they can take missiles in their faces and emerge unscathed.

Nam was panting heavily, his body swaying as if he might collapse at any moment.

Looking at the weak Nam, Du Mu said cheerfully, "This is a specialty from your hometown. Can you feel the warmth of home?"

"You..."

Nam gritted his teeth and staggered unsteadily, as if he were about to fall.

Suddenly, he steadied himself and punched Du Mu hard in the face, completely unlike his previous weak and unsteady state.

He was a native Kryptonian, so the suppression of Kryptonite was nothing more than losing the buff he received after arriving on Earth and reverting to his factory settings. Naturally, he wouldn't feel any discomfort.

That shaky, precarious look he gave just now was pure acting; he was waiting for Du Mu to lower his guard so he could launch a sneak attack.

Bang! !

However, Du Mu easily caught his fist with one hand.

Nam's expression froze instantly.

Du Mu stood up, slowly pressed Nam's fist down, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"Tell me, do you Kryptonians bleed?"