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Chapter 224, Section 121: Bane, Targeted by Superman and His Son

Chapter 224, Section 121: Bane, Targeted by Superman and His Son

The violent commotion on the surface awakened the killer crocodile, Weylen, from the sewers. As the riot police's armored vehicles advanced through the streets of Gotham, the intense tremors ignited the fury within this enraged beast.

It tore open the stone pavement, grabbed the manhole cover that was flying through the air, and hurled it hard at the armored vehicle.

Wei Lun's ancestral power originates from the red of all living beings, which, like the green of all things possessed by the Swamp Monster, belongs to the primordial power of the universe. However, unlike the "green" that ripples with vitality, "red" represents wildness.

After being handled by the killer crocodile, the manhole cover transformed into a dangerous flying disc, piercing through the armored vehicle's guardrails and glass before slicing through the seat and beheading the terrified driver on the spot.

"A monster! A monster!!!"

"Fire! Cover the civilians' evacuation!"

After a brief period of confusion, the riot control unit quickly regrouped.

The soldiers scattered to find cover, and machine guns popped out from the roof of the armored vehicle in the back, intending to teach this fool a lesson.

But Weilen, who possessed a wild power within him, was not so easy to deal with. A volley of rifle fire sent bullets scraping against the scales and scattering sparks, while the grenade launcher only managed to push it back half a step.

The only thing that might be somewhat useful is the vehicle-mounted machine gun.

chug chug!

Amidst the spitting flames, Weilan, clutching its face riddled with bloody holes, roared in fury. It lunged forward, ramming the armored vehicle in front of it, biting a soldier hiding behind it in two, then snapping off a roadside lamp and hurling it like a javelin.

boom!

The rapidly fired lamppost pierced the first armored vehicle and struck the fuel tank of the second.

The violent explosions shook the streets in the early morning, and amidst the blazing fire, fear finally showed in the soldiers' eyes.

Gotham is infamous throughout New Jersey. Before their mission, the soldiers had prepared for the worst, but the reality was far more terrifying than they had imagined. They expected to be harassed by local residents and gangs.

However, what awaited them was a local specialty that could eat people.

Who could withstand this?!

Just as Wei Lun raised his claws to tear the soldier beneath him apart, two blazing red lights descended from the sky.

Killer Crocodile instinctively raised its arm to block, but the beam easily scorched the rough skin on its arm, and after piercing through the high-density muscles, left a scorch mark on its chest.

Wei Lun angrily looked up and stared at Superboy in the sky, then bent his knees and leaped high into the air, his ten sharp claws reaching for Jonathan's chest.

Boom!

A muffled thud echoed in the sky, and the next second, the killer crocodile, like an unexploded grenade, plunged headfirst back into the ground.

Jonathan's fist was smoking, and as the red light in his eyes gradually faded, his figure descended, finally landing beside the unconscious Wei Lun.

Super Boy is still a newcomer and has a lot to learn, but that's relative.

Compared to Superman, who has been bathed in the yellow sun for more than half a century, he is as weak as a newborn baby. But for most villains, Jonathan is an insurmountable mountain in their lifetime.

After pulling Wei Lun out of the rubble, Jonathan twisted a few more streetlights to tie him up, his face shrouded in an unyielding sorrow throughout.

Having just heard Thomas's story, the tragic tale of Gotham and the Wayne family deeply moved him, so much so that the child is still struggling to move on.

Of course, what truly confused him was his and his father's superpowers.

"We clearly had the ability to change everything, yet we did nothing."

It has to be said that the child's thinking is still too naive. Putting aside whether he should completely trust Thomas, even if the Kryptonians can change or even manipulate the world by force, they will definitely pay an immeasurable and painful price for it.

For example, a certain Mr. Lai, who wishes to remain anonymous, would definitely try every means to obstruct it.

Jonathan did not experience the era when Kryptonians and Lex were at odds. His impression of the latter was still that of a kind, bald uncle who would visit the farm every Christmas and prepare gifts for the whole family.

Even though those gifts were eventually disposed of by her father.

The scene shifts back to the present. After dealing with Weilen, Jonathan reinforced his defenses with Frost Breath and only continued patrolling the city after confirming that his opponent's heart rate had dropped to an extremely low level.

Clark, who was lurking on the rooftop, saw all of this.

This should be considered Jonathan's first time undertaking a major task, and the ability his son demonstrated made the old father feel gratified.

"It might not be my turn to intervene tonight."

Just as Clark was thinking this, a series of low, hoarse murmurs reached his ears.

"Death knell—and the Judge! Where have you been hiding?!"

Are they the enemies of the judge?

Clark was invigorated. The government and the judiciary were not trustworthy. Perhaps only from those whom the judges wanted to protect, or from their enemies, could he truly understand the truth behind the Knights of Judgment wearing their black robes.

Of course, it wasn't just Clark; Jonathan, who also possessed super hearing and was patrolling the entire city, heard it too.

After quickly determining their location, the father and son headed towards the source of the sound in different directions.

Rewind two hours, after leaping from the jet plane, Bane returned to Wayne Manor, but found no trace of his adversary amidst the ruins.

He then tried to call his navigator, the Joker, but embarrassingly, Joseph also seemed to have vanished into thin air.

As a result, Bane, who had gained superhuman abilities but had nowhere to use them, became increasingly irritable.

Instinct told him that committing mass killings at this critical juncture was likely to attract the attention of the Kryptonians, but the embedded venom tank was not like the external one; once activated, it could not be turned off, and the frenzied energy was constantly polluting his mind.

If Bain can't find a worthy opponent to vent his anger on, his brain is going to explode.

So he set his sights on the Black Forest Bar, the infamous base of the HIVE mercenary organization.

Yes, he's going to cause trouble for the mercenary god, Deathstroke Slade.

This was definitely the most frustrating battle Slade had ever experienced. After dealing with several useless Claws and returning Dick to Talia, the man returned to the bar to continue drinking.

Just as he was feeling dizzy and disoriented from the alcohol, a strong murderous intent emanating from outside the house made his hair stand on end.

Before he could even think, Slade's well-trained body reacted first, leaping off the chair and performing a backflip on the table.

The next instant, the bar's door seemed to be flung open by a fully loaded truck traveling at full speed, and a deafening sound mixed with the high-speed explosion of bricks and tiles rushed towards them.

Slade was startled and sobered up a bit. He drew his wakizashi from his waist and cleaved through the flying debris. In a bullet-time-like dynamic vision, the man saw a huge, ferocious beast tear through the smoke and dust and charge at him with a savage grin.

Bain, continuously corroded by the poison, grew even larger, reaching approximately thirteen feet tall (about four meters) with his hunched back alone. The blood vessels under his skin kept bursting and healing under the combined effects of the poison and amber gold, making him look as if he had been rolled in a pot of oil, his entire body stained brownish-purple, constantly emitting steam in the cold winter night.

"Deathstroke, let me twist your head off!"

Upon his arrival, Bane stated his purpose and, taking advantage of the dust settling and the mercenaries scattering in the shop, reached out a massive, overwhelming hand towards Slade.

Another madman has come knocking on our door!

At this moment, Slade was still unaware of the seriousness of the situation. He retracted his wakizashi in mid-air, turned around, and drew his long sword from his back, slashing it at Bane's wrist.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

The opponent's muscle density was ridiculously high. The moment the blade pierced the flesh, the powerful obstruction and compression almost pushed the blade out of the body, but this was not much of a challenge for Deathstroke, who was skilled in slashing techniques.

But as the blade penetrated deeper and touched the bone, Slade behind the mask frowned.

The opponent's bone strength far exceeded his imagination; he even thought he had struck a solid titanium alloy steel pipe two centimeters in diameter.

But the enemy's powerful physique did not deter Slade; instead, it fueled the proud man's fighting spirit.

With his left hand also gripping the hilt, Slade instantly switched back to a two-handed grip on the knife.

With a roar, Bane's heavy, iron-like hand slammed into the ground.

Boom!

Perhaps even Bain himself didn't expect that his enhanced body could be cleaved in two with a single blow, and he was momentarily stunned.

Deathstroke intended to seize the opportunity to press his advantage, but his sharp eyes quickly noticed something amiss.

The wound on the enemy's severed wrist did not bleed. As the muscles contracted and grew, the bones began to grow rapidly, and soon a brand new hand grew out.

Deathstroke then realized what kind of opponent he had encountered.

"Damn it! How come everyone has self-healing abilities? Are self-healing superpowers so worthless now?!"

The man pursed his lips in annoyance, not only because the other party also had self-healing abilities, but more importantly, if he had his hand cut off, he would at least have to pick it up and reattach it to the wound to heal, which meant that the other party's self-healing ability was much stronger than his.

Meanwhile, the remaining mercenaries inside the bar launched a surprise attack on Bane from all sides.

"Get out of here! This is not someone you can handle!"

Slade's words saved many lives, yet some still stubbornly charged forward despite his advice.

As Bane swung his arm at these guys like he was swatting away mosquitoes, the victims were instantly scattered like pork flying out of a meat grinder, covering the entire wall and ceiling.

The opponent's formidable strength finally made Deathstroke consider retreating.

With a leftward stride, taking advantage of Bain's shift in weight, the man quickly spun around his opponent's body using his right foot as a pivot, like a well-trained football quarterback, slipping past Bain's left armpit.

Bain, of course, did not want to let the other party slip away, and as he turned around, he reached out to grab it again.

But Slade seemed to have eyes in the back of her head, deftly twisting her ankle to dodge.

Once on the street, the man leaped onto the wall, using the momentum and the wakizashi for assistance to jump onto the roof in a few leaps. In terms of agility alone, Deathstroke Slade was even stronger than Talia and on par with the elderly Rasoul. While Bane possessed greater strength and speed, having lost the flexibility of most of his joints, he was destined to be nothing more than a reckless tank.

The Deathly Bell, which had leaped onto the roof, did not rush to escape. Instead, it pushed off the ground with its toes and suddenly changed direction, its body sliding along the roof into a dark corner.

After holding his breath and counting down to three, the man looked up and watched as Bane's massive body swept overhead, howling and disappearing into the darkness.

"A brainless, big, dumb idiot!"

After confirming that Bane had disappeared, Deathstroke breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and dusted himself off.

Meanwhile, Bane, who had been chasing for an unknown amount of time, finally realized he had been tricked. Belatedly, he recalled being fooled by the bat's diversionary tactic, and with his chest bowed, he roared to the heavens: "Deathstroke—and the Judge! Where have you been hiding?!"

After yelling, Bane felt unsatisfied. Just then, a patrol of soldiers passed by downstairs. His murderous intent surged, and he chuckled in a low voice. After a short run-up, he suddenly leaped down and pounced.

With a deafening roar, the low-rise building beneath their feet was crushed.

Hearing the noise, they looked up and were terrified by the overwhelming black shadow that rushed towards them, making the patrolling soldiers' blood almost freeze.

This is when a hero needs to step in.

Two sonic booms rang out, and Superboy Jonathan, having broken through two sound barriers, shot through the clouds like a speeding rocket, crashing into Bane with lightning speed.

Just before making contact with his opponent, Jonathan activated his bio-field and immediately slowed down. With his excellent family upbringing and superheroic sense of mission, Jonathan would never dare to use excessive force against any villain.

But this time he ran into a tough opponent.

Driven by murderous intent, Bane didn't care why his opponent had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The instant Jonathan's biofield enveloped him, the enhanced villain grabbed his opponent's arm and slammed him into the concrete with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Boom!

In an instant, the ground shattered into pieces, with a force no less than that of a magnitude 5 earthquake, radiating outwards from Jonathan's landing point. In a flash, terrifying cracks crawled along the ground and covered the walls of the surrounding houses.

Clark, who had just arrived after hearing the commotion, was about to make a move when Jonathan, having recovered from his brief setback, grabbed Bain's ankle and hurled him into the air.

After their first encounter, Superboy had a general idea of ​​his strength, and in order to avoid further damage, he wisely moved the battle to the air.

"That's it, my child!"

Clark nodded approvingly, a proud smile playing on his lips.

No matter the situation, minimizing casualties and losses is the primary task of superheroes, a phrase that Superman often repeats.

Like most teenagers, Jonathan is extremely rebellious and always scoffs at his parents' nagging. But as things stand, he has never forgotten his father's teachings.

But then, Superboy's behavior became somewhat unwise.

Even though they had created some distance, using heat vision or icy breath to wear him down would have been a better option. However, perhaps to prove that he was only taken down by the over-the-shoulder throw due to carelessness, Jonathan chose to clench his fists and rush up to fight Bane.

What martial arts master Bane most enjoys is his enemies engaging in close-quarters combat with him.

Although he was high in the air with no foothold, Jonathan was just a high school student with no fighting experience.