The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

He clenched his fist, as if making a vow to himself.

Then, he began to improve his complete realm.

[Ability Value: 30] → [Ability Value: 0]

As his ability points were depleted, Bai Lang's spirit seemed to become even purer.

He felt as if another version of himself appeared in his mind... no, before his eyes.

He kept swinging his fists, kicking, and slamming his elbows.

They were practicing all sorts of moves and techniques.

It felt as if... a version of myself had truly appeared before my eyes.

【Complete Realm 5.6%】→【Complete Realm 8.6%】

As Bai Lang's realm improved, he suddenly realized that every move he made seemed to have a weakness somewhere.

This feeling wasn't very strong; it was just vague. Even if Bai Lang tried to sense it, he couldn't.

It seems that it only happens at certain times, or when Bai Lang is in a good state.

"With a power of 175,000 horsepower, even if I exert all my strength, I can still fly a certain distance off the ground..."

Feeling the power within him, Bai Lang sighed.

Although he had previously fought Martian Manhunter in the sky, Bai Lang needed to use a lot of force to break the air each time in order to gain propulsion.

This was a trick he had learned before.

Using magnetic field power to boost propulsion by repeatedly breaking the air in a short period of time, it can levitate and move.

It's somewhat similar to Gyoro Gekko from One Piece.

However, this technique is already quite simple for Bai Lang now.

It's just that it consumes a little more power.

......

Washington, D.C., the White House.

In a secluded and spacious room that no detector can detect.

A huge rectangular table was placed in the center of the room, and Amanda Waller sat on the left, in the seat closest to the president.

"Gotham City declares independence and changes its name to White Dream City..." President Clinton's gaze swept over the members of Congress present.

"What do you think should be done with this White Dream organization?" he asked.

“Send FBI agents to assassinate the leader of White Dream,” a senator suggested.

"Gotham is our America's homeland. The previous announcement of abandoning it was merely to isolate the plague."

“Now that Gotham is being rebuilt, we can just send the army over,” one congressman said.

"..."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, as if taking back the newly reborn White Dream City would be an incredibly easy task.

"Alright, Amanda, this matter is in your hands. Make sure you take Gotham back," Clinton instructed Amanda, turning to her.

Then he moved on to the next topic.

"The alien general wants to find his people or he will wage war against Earth."

"Do you all know what our chances of winning would be if we went to war with these aliens, given our current military strength?"

Across from him, a long-bearded, thin-faced councilor replied:

"President Clinton, NASA has observed several giant spacecraft hovering outside Earth."

"According to some experts, our chances of winning against that alien are 30% to 70%."

Upon hearing this, President Clinton smiled with delight.

"Really? A 30% chance of winning? And then we'll have some superhumans and..."

“Uh… Mr. President,” the congressman interrupted President Clinton awkwardly.

"What I mean is, we have seven, they have three, and they send down three ships, so we all have to go through the seven-day mourning period."

"..."

Upon hearing these words, everyone present, who had been excited, stared at the councilor speechlessly.

Can't you just finish what you're saying?

"Your Excellency!" At that moment, a middle-aged man in a suit ran in from outside.

He quickly ran to President Clinton's ear and whispered a few words.

Upon hearing his words, President Clinton's face immediately broke into a smile.

He said to everyone present, "Gentlemen, perhaps we don't need to fight that alien anymore."

"why?"

Why is that?

"Did we just hear good news?"

"..."

The members of parliament below were all playing dumb, pretending not to know anything, trying to amuse the president.

But Clinton was well aware of their intentions.

Thanks to the intelligence network these legislators possessed, they already knew about the incident when the middle-aged man in black walked in.

Clinton said, "The alien was looking for Superman, who was previously active in Metropolis."

"Now, he's come to us."

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Military base near the metropolis.

A massive steel structure stood, gleaming with a cold white light, while dozens of tanks moved slowly across the field.

The pitch-black muzzle pointed straight ahead, the gray-green barrel reflecting golden light and radiating a slightly cold hue.

Not far away, several squads of fully armed soldiers, each holding a rifle, were aiming at a strong figure wearing a blue bodysuit and a red cloak draped over his back.

Dozens of armed helicopters took off into the sky, guarding this alien with immense power.

Superman Clark, wearing shackles, slowly walked into this enormous steel structure.

He kept replaying in his mind what the Asian man had just said.

"If you want to protect humanity, then cooperate with humanity."

"I imagine you wouldn't want to see General Zod kill Louise, would you?"

"Focus the battle in space. Don't let their ships come down. Don't let them destroy human cities..."

"Otherwise, I will kill all your people."

Such blatant threats inevitably stirred a hint of anger within Superman Clark.

But he was not a warmonger; in fact, he was kind at heart.

He followed the soldiers ahead of him along the corridor.

Perhaps, as the other side says, setting up the battlefield in space is indeed the best option.

......

Top floor of the Baimeng Company Building, Baimeng City.

Bathed in sunlight, a robust and powerful figure sat cross-legged here.

Around him were various scriptures that had recently been collected.

Bai Lang realized that ever since he comprehended the domineering spirit of a powerful being, his entire personality seemed to have changed.

In the past few days, America's undercover agent in White Dream City was also killed by him in a cruel manner.

He then sent the video to the American Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), letting some people in America know his determination to make White Dream City independent.

But... given Bai Lang's personality, this is not something he would do.

His personality and behavior seemed to be influenced by something.

To eliminate this impact, Bai Lang immediately had some ancient scriptures purchased.

At that moment, he was holding a copy of the Tao Te Ching in his hands.

"Nameless, the origin of all things; named, the mother of all things..."

Bai Lang softly recited the contents of the first chapter of the Tao Te Ching.

He had read this first chapter hundreds of times, and each time he learned something new from it.

According to the Tao Te Ching, everything begins with "nothingness", and after "nothingness" comes "being", which is the beginning of all things.

"This also contains the principle of continuous life. If every magnetic force I unleash can self-circulate, endlessly..."

The more he thought about it, the faster Bai Lang's extraordinary wisdom became.

"Natural magnetic fields exist everywhere in the world; the only difference is their strength..."

"To achieve this self-sustaining, perpetually regenerating state, driven by magnetic field forces, I should utilize these natural magnetic fields..."

"Moreover, this magnetic field attack should have the effect of absorbing the opponent's energy..."

"Like a black hole, it ruthlessly devours everything it can, turning it into its own power..."

Thinking this, Bai Lang clenched his fist, and the power of the magnetic field gathered and rotated at his fist!

"Well......"

His fist gradually turned black and dull, like a black hole, or as if something was blocking his way.

He remained expressionless, concentrating intently, gathering all his strength to unleash this punch.