The tattered red cloak fluttered in the air along with the dark red embers. The inverted red symbol was imprinted on the chest of the dark blue uniform. The figure had a body that seemed to be made of iron and steel. The figure had deathly gray skin and a ferocious burnt face.
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Everyone could see the figure clearly — it was Zarro!
In the direction that Zarro was facing, there was a huge blank space. In the Lex Laboratory, which was full of wreckage and broken walls, although it was dilapidated, it still retained its general framework. In the direction that the fist was facing, there was only a huge fan-shaped blank space, like the crater created by the impact of an artillery shell on a battlefield.
The scorched soil under the floor was exposed.
Superman was lying at the end of the trail, dozens of meters away from the small spider. The bright red cloak could only be seen through the collapsed concrete covering him.
The cloak on Zarro's back was dark red, like coagulated blood.
The cloak on Superman's body was bright red.
Barry's face was full of shock, but Batman could not see his expression, which was concealed by the mask. The small spider's hands trembled slightly. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and Zarro bowed his head. Peter pressed his hand on Zarro's head. He looked straight at Zarro's skin, which had been burned by the strong radiation. He looked at the muscles and the burns that were deep to the bone.
"Hurry up and go!" Peter whispered. "Leave this to me!"
"I will find a way to cure you!"
Zarro did not respond. He looked at the small spider deeply, turned his head, and faced Superman again.
In the ruins, Superman slowly pushed away the concrete covering his body. His eyes glowed red. Many people insisted that Superman was a demon because when he shot lasers from his eyes in the dark, they looked extremely evil red.
Superman stood up from the ruins. He levitated and looked down at Zarro.
A strange smile appeared on Luther's face. He turned to the small spider and said, "It seems that when you created him, you left behind some backdoor that even I did not know about."
"I did not!" the small spider said solemnly. "Life is not meant to be controlled!"
Zarro rushed toward Superman. His body created a faint white shockwave from the friction in the air. The huge shockwave shook the entire ruins of the Lex Laboratory. Zarro rushed in front of Superman. Both of them had the physique of a Kryptonian, so there was nothing fancy about their collision. It was just a punch and a kick. It was the most violent and direct collision.
Batman was proficient in hundreds of fighting techniques around the world, but he still couldn't block Superman's simplest straight punch.
However, once one's strength reached a certain level, human techniques would lose their meaning. In the Justice League, Superman was the hero who was the least good at fighting. That was because he only needed to use a bit of his strength to defeat most of his enemies. Most of the time, Superman wasn't thinking about how to defeat his enemies, but how to avoid hurting them.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be awkward if he used his strength and the ordinary criminal in front of him was annihilated?
Superman didn't want to learn human fighting techniques, but Zarro didn't have the time to learn them. Although he looked ferocious, he was still a two-day-old baby. His personality was still in the stage of ignorance. Other than protecting his mother, he didn't even know what good and evil were. He was a baby with great strength.
The battle between him and Superman seemed to be played on ten times the speed. Most people's optic nerves couldn't capture such a fast scene.
Superman's fists landed on Zarro's body, sometimes injuring him. However, these small wounds healed quickly. The next attack of the same strength couldn't even break his skin. Superman loosened the restraints on his body bit by bit. Once again, he used the high-energy laser from his eyes. This time, the high-intensity laser only scratched Zarro's skin.
The torn skin revealed a complex structure, which was the mechanism of carbon-based materials.
Even a carbon-based body that had evolved to the extreme would have its weaknesses. However, Superman could sense that Zarro was rapidly becoming stronger. His combat instincts were in his attributes, and his body was evolving to become resistant to Superman's attacks. From a certain perspective, Superman's attacks were like a positive stimulus. After this monster was born, he would be able to develop and grow faster.
Superman wasn't born to fight, but Zarro was.
Now, Superman's all-out attack could only cause Zarro some flesh wounds. It definitely wouldn't be any worse than a normal person getting hit by a cat.
And Superman's unparalleled strength was like a cat's paw in front of Zarro.
This was the gene fragment of Superman's serum that the little spider had added on his own initiative. Superman's serum was the result of the evolution of the super soldier's serum through the Day Destroyer virus. Superman's serum didn't completely retain the rapid learning ability of the Day Destroyer virus, which evolved to adapt to the opponent's abilities and counter the opponent's methods.
But it still retained a part of its learning ability and evolution ability.
The little spider had only added some fragments of Superman's serum to make up for the lack of Superman's complete genes. That was why Zarro didn't obtain the complete ability of the Day Destroyer virus, nor could he reach the terrifying power of the symbiosis between Superman's serum and the Day Destroyer virus like Rogers. He only used Superman's blood to evolve from Superman's serum.
His ability still came from the man in the red underwear and red cape opposite him.
This time, everyone could see it.
Superman was at an absolute disadvantage …
It wasn't like before, when he was afraid of hurting his opponent, when his hands and feet were tied and he was at a disadvantage on the surface. Instead, he was at a disadvantage when he went all out. The more Zarro fought, the more relaxed he felt, like an adult hitting a child.
Finally, Zarro impatiently grabbed one of Superman's hands. Ignoring the crazy output of Superman's other hand, he forcefully pushed Superman to the ground.
The world suddenly fell silent!
Zarro used his wide palm to pinch the back of Superman's head like a basketball. He lifted him up and walked in the direction of the little spider.
Barry and the others were a little nervous, but not panicked, because Zarro's face didn't have any hostility.
The little spider let out a sigh of relief and laughed. "Although the process was a little out of control, it's all over now. You guys can take Superman away! I'm going to take the kid away and find a place to cure him. " After saying that, he looked at Luther angrily. "She dared to meet up with the Prophet. The Second Prophet might be looking for trouble with her."
"How do you usually deal with this lunatic?" Peter pointed at Luther in disdain.
"Send him to the police station?" The little spider was a little unwilling, but other than this, he really didn't have any better ideas.
Zarro tossed Superman to Barry and turned to pick Luther up by his neck. Luther didn't seem to mind. Instead, he laughed nervously and said, "Why are you so serious?"
The familiar tone made Batman raise his head warily.
Luther hung from Zarro's hand and said in a carefree tone, as if he was swinging on a swing. He swung from side to side and said in a low voice, "Don't look at me like that … I'm not the Clown. I'm just a little like him. The Clown is trying to prove to me that other people are the same as him. All it takes is a bad day, and anyone can become the Clown. "
"Really … all it takes is a little push."
"We'll fall, and we'll be smashed to pieces."
"Do you know? There's something in the Clown's body. You can call it the Clown Virus. Killing him will get infected with this virus. Don't look at me like that. I didn't kill him. But the person who killed him used me … You think I'm a schemer, a lunatic, an uncontrollable bomb. "
"No, I'm just a pitiful, manipulated, helpless — Clown!"
"When he killed him, I was too close. So I became the Clown … Now, he's also too close! " A strange smile that Batman was familiar with appeared on Luther's face. Luther took his own hand and made a cut across his neck. Then, he mouthed — "Bang!"
Then, right before Batman's eyes, Luther exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
Everything happened so suddenly that everyone was stunned.
"Those who can't kill me will only make me weirder, and those who can kill me will become me!" This sentence appeared in Batman's mind for no reason. He realized … But after Luther exploded into a cloud of blood mist, the high-purity Dionysian gene in his body had already seeped into Zarro's body.
All the clues flashed through Batman's mind —
Someone killed the Clown in front of Luther without showing his face.
The virus after the Clown's death infected Luther.
Luther created Zarro ahead of time under the cover of the Second Prophet.
The one who killed the Clown would eventually become the Clown — the Clown was a kind of virus. It was contagious and would be passed down. Those who got close to the Clown would be infected by this madness, and those who killed the Clown would also be infected by this virus. Luther himself could prove that even if the Clown was a little closer to him when he died, he would still be infected.
Then Zarro was already infected.
Luther was a bomb — someone used him and Peter to create Zarro, then used him as a source of infection, and finally infected Zarro. His goal was to create something with the body of Superman and the spirit of the Clown, a true Zarro (weirdo).
This person was undoubtedly the Second Prophet — he had no intention of doing it himself.
He only used Luther to create the most terrifying weapon, the most physically powerful Superman and the most mentally dangerous Joker.
Together, they were the most dangerous existence in the world.
So, Luther had been controlled by that person from the beginning to the end. He forced Luther to submit. To be able to easily kill the Clown, to be able to induce Peter to create Zarro, this person could only be — the Second Prophet.
The Second Prophet didn't even need to show his face to create an extremely dangerous weapon, an uncontrollable bomb.
Batman raised his head and looked at Zarro, who was still in a daze and didn't know what was going on. He said in a low voice, "If I'm not wrong, nothing happened to the Third Prophet … The ones in real danger are us." He looked at the spot where Chen Ang had appeared, and as expected, he found a projector there.
Chen Ang watched everything through the screen.
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