American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 237 The Demon's Challenge

"Good character should start with each individual. If everyone upholds kindness and maintains moral integrity, then this world will be a better place!"

In a dark alley in Las Vegas, a tall, thin man in a suit and tie with slicked-back hair is standing in the alley.

His face was serious and focused as he stared at two scantily clad streetwalkers not far away.

"ha?"

Upon hearing the man's statement, the streetwalkers exchanged bewildered glances.

But recently the economy has been bad and business has been slow. The lead streetwalker turned her head, exchanged a glance with her companion, and then pulled down her short-sleeved shirt, causing the waves to surge. The woman said in a high-pitched voice, "If it's a special game, then it will cost extra."

The man clearly disagreed with the woman. He shook his head, straightened his already ramrod-like back, and said, "No, no, no, money is vulgar. Enough is enough. What's more important is spiritual cultivation!"

Hearing the man's words, the two streetwalkers realized that the man in front of them might be mentally ill.

"Pah, get lost, you lunatic!"

They cursed and spat on the man's face before walking away from the alley together.

Behind me, I could faintly hear the women muttering: "He dressed so well, I thought he was a rich guy, but he turned out to be a loser."

"There are too many mentally ill people in this city, and it's a pity we ran into them."

I was laughed at again, just like when I was a child and made a dream that I didn't know the immensity of the world, but when I looked back, I found it to be naive and laughable.

"Haha, Jason, you're an idiot."

A deep, hoarse voice came from within him.

It's like another version of yourself speaking in your mind, which can be mistaken for schizophrenia.

But the man remained calm.

He let his saliva dry in the wind, then turned and left the alley, muttering to himself, "A true knight doesn't give up because of setbacks!"

He gazed solemnly at Las Vegas, the city of sin, the city of injustice, not far away.

Through the demon sealed within him, he could easily sense the demons lurking in the city, tempting humanity to fall into depravity.

"Heh, without my power, you're just a useless fighter who's good at fighting."

The demon within sneered, "Even the lowest-ranking demon could easily kill you!"

The two, one human and one demon, continued bickering as they walked toward another alley, until a group of people suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Jason.

Constantine stepped forward, toying with the silver coin in his hand, and flashed his signature fake smile: "Long time no see, my old friend."

"Constantine." As a knight of honor who never insults others, Jason almost clenched his fists the moment he saw Constantine, trying to avoid uttering a curse.

"What are you doing here, you annoying bastard?"

"Don't do that, Jason." Constantine grinned and put his arm around Jason's shoulder, giving him a thumbs-up. "Our boss is looking for you."

Jason tilted his head, looking past Constantine into the dark alley.

Constantine added a touch of irony to his aria.

"Gino Luther".

"A great and powerful being, a hero of the Justice League, a radiant knight who protects the Earth."

Jason saw a blond boy standing next to a black-haired girl.

"Gino Luther!?" Jason's face flushed, and he took a step forward, then placed his right hand on his chest in a knightly salute, his brown eyes filled with fanaticism and excitement.

I've admired you for a long time!

Perhaps it was because people in the Middle Ages spoke in a refined and literary style, like Shakespeare, Jason closed his eyes and exclaimed in rapture, "You are a great being who stands shoulder to shoulder with King Arthur, splendid, Kino Lu..."

"Cough cough."

Before Jason could finish speaking, Gino interrupted him from "casting the spell".

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Jason."

The boy smiled and wanted to reach out and pat Jason on the shoulder, but seeing the saliva residue on the man's suit, he finally placed his hand on Zatanna's head instead.

"We've come to you because we need your help with something important."

Do you know about destiny?

Hearing Gino's words, Jason was slightly taken aback, then said with some helplessness, "I was just an observer of that history. If you want to know more, the Etelion within me might know something."

"Then let him speak."

Gino gave the order indifferently.

"Well."

Jason's expression turned strange upon hearing Gino's words.

He closed his eyes, seemingly communicating with the demon sealed within him. The man opened his eyes and hesitated before looking at Gino.

"Uh, Mr. Gino, Itrian told me."

"He challenges you to a duel, and if you can defeat him, he will tell you."

"Uh, are you sure?" Before Gino could speak, Constantine beside him looked constipated.

He glanced at the boy beside him, whose face was always expressionless and icy. Others might not know, but he understood the terrifying strength hidden beneath that handsome exterior.

"Alright, let him out. Let's finish this quickly." Gino shrugged, feeling no pressure at all about facing a powerful demon.

At that moment, a night breeze blew, stirring up the plastic waste scattered on the ground.

Jason slowly opened his arms, muttering, "The human form is gone."

His clothes burst into flames, crackling and popping as they clung to them.

"boom!"

Flames erupted around Jason, like a torch rising from the ground.

"Slap, slap!"

A pair of thick, strong thighs slowly stepped out of the flames.

A burly, green-skinned demon, clad in golden armor and wielding a double-headed greatsword, slowly emerged from the flames.

"Hellfire!"

Without a word, the demon opened its huge mouth and spewed out hellfire that emitted a strong sulfurous smell!

"boom!"

The blazing, boiling hellfire was like a bright candle lit in the night sky, or like the scorching heat wave generated by hundreds of gas canisters exploding in an instant, rushing towards the boy among the three.

From a distance, the boiling flames looked like a roaring fire dragon, howling as it lunged at the boy.

The result seems easy to predict: they will be scorched into charcoal under that intense heat.

Until, the boy's eyes glowed with a red light, like the lowered gaze of a demon in the night.

"Buzz!"

Like a Babylonian scalpel, the intense gaze emanating from his eyes easily sliced ​​through the roaring flames.

It was like an unyielding mountain peak that split the surging flames.

Its power remained undiminished, striking the golden-armored demon's body like a crimson lightning bolt cast from the sky.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound exploded, and the impact of the red light slammed into the demon's body like a fist.

"Snapped!"

Like a marble launched into the air, the demon named Itrian screamed as it soared into the sky, then fell into the night with a mournful cry, like a bird in flight.

Suppressing the blazing red light in his eyes, Gino sighed, "Let's go. I believe this time the demon will tell me the information we want."

(End of this chapter)