20demayo Chapter 115 Lack of Martial Morality
Chapter 115 Lack of Martial Morality
Chapter 115 Lack of Martial Morality
"vomit!"
How did things get to this point?
"vomit!"
General Zod lay on the ground, vomiting violently, disgustingly emptying all the acid from his stomach.
"The inferiority of these lowly planets—ugh! What kind of nonsense has life taught you, ugh!"
He lay on the ground, his whole body reeking of stench, as if he had been soaking in a septic tank for three days and three nights, and he felt his very soul trembling.
Amidst the intense stench, he stared in disbelief at Superman, who remained unfazed, before being punched in the face by Superman, followed by a barrage of punches.
The theme is compassion. General Zod is being beaten while seeing the loving and compassionate expression on Superman's face, like a heartbroken father beating a disobedient child. The beating is on the child's body, but the pain is in the father's heart.
Zod was so struck by this fatherly fist that he began to question the meaning of life.
Clark kept hypnotizing himself: I will transform into a loving father and beat up the unfilial son of Krypton.
I am a loving father, I am a father who disciplines his son!
I'm a loving father, yay!
With this hypnosis, the force in his fist suddenly increased by three points.
While beating people, Clark's mind inexplicably began to wander:
Mr. Wayne's psychological construction method transformed an innocent Kansas farmer into a ruthless monster in just three minutes. Is this a distortion of humanity or a matter of morality?
"How dare you—"
General Zod was about to retaliate when he saw Superman yell again, pull another stink grenade from his belt, and slap it in his face like a gorilla throwing a special attack.
"vomit!!!"
General Zod could no longer hold on.
"You smell so bad, how could you... ugh!"
“My parents taught me to hone my senses, Zod.” Clark suppressed the urge to gag, which didn’t show on his face at all: “Focus on what you want to smell.”
Clark kept hypnotizing himself: It doesn't smell bad at all, it doesn't smell bad at all...
At that moment, he was incredibly grateful for Mr. Wayne's stinky training.
What was that saying again? Idiots don't need to become smarter; we just need to bring other people's IQs down to our level and then use our rich experience to defeat them!
"vomit!"
General Zod continues to be defiant:
"I am General Zod. I am trained, born to be a commander, born to be a soldier. I will not be defeated by mere—ugh!"
The hulking Ek lay prone not far from General Zod. His mask, too, had been destroyed in the fierce battle, and he was now enduring the deafening noise and sensory disturbances—as well as the pungent stench.
From the moment the stench bomb exploded on Zod, he lay on the ground, vomiting incessantly from the stench, without stopping for a moment.
"Ugh! Your Excellency General, I—"
He was General Zod's most loyal bodyguard, a staunch supporter who rebelled alongside him.
He had sworn with his life that he would do anything for General Zod.
But at this moment, looking at General Zod, who was practically a human cesspool, the loyal guards hesitated.
Damn it, hurry up and act, Ek! Your loyalty isn't something so cheap!
Then he lay down on the ground and continued vomiting.
"You think you can defeat me with such petty tricks? I am the greatest hero in Kryptonian history, the mighty warrior who defeated Doomsday with my bare hands. You think I—ugh!"
When General Zod found himself unable to stop vomiting, he did something that astonished even Clark with immense willpower, courage, a strong stomach, and a disgusting determination.
He swallowed hard, gulping it down.
Come on, let's see who's more disgusting!
vomit!
Clark also felt a little nauseous.
"Back when we faced Doomsday, I dared to charge straight at it. Why would I be afraid of a mere stench?"
General Zod's aura grew stronger and stronger: "You have no idea how much perseverance I have—"
Hmph, ptooey!
But General Zod could never finish his sentence.
Carrying vomit and extremely foul-smelling frozen phlegm, along with the cold air, it was once again smeared on General Zod's face. It was both smelly and icy, and Zod finally couldn't take it anymore.
He turned and ran, and as he ran, he subconsciously gagged and vomited. However, he forgot that the ice shard was stuck to his face. As soon as he vomited, it was blocked again and flowed back up.
"ah!!!"
He abruptly ripped the foul-smelling ice off his face, only to find, to his despair, that his hands, which should have been grasping glory or stained with blood, were now tainted by a repulsive stench.
General Zod knelt in the stench-filled valley, mired in the mud, his mind completely shattered.
He let out a deafening roar: "Karl El—"
"I'm going to kill you! Aa ...
A red light also emanated from his eyes, instantly sending Superman flying backward.
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I am Shiva.
I am a practitioner of martial arts.
Year after year, day after day, through countless seasons, I have made progress every day, gradually transforming myself from a weakling with no strength to who I am today.
And now, with Venom's power, I'm faster than ever before, stronger than ever before!
Keep hitting! Keep hitting! Flip your arms like a crane, blast your fists like a cannon!
Fiora tried to catch the punch, but her skills were like a baby's first steps compared to Ms. Shiva's.
Therefore, in the end, she only made a futile attempt to catch the fist, and then relied on her steel body to forcibly take it.
She realized that the other person had used drugs to enhance their power. Most people, including Fiora herself, would lose control when faced with a sudden surge in power.
But Shiva did not.
This extremely concentrated power traveled from the point of contact all the way to her hair roots and between her toes, making her tremble all over.
Fiora swung a supersonic punch in a backhand motion, only to see Shiva dodge it at an almost impossible angle, as if her punch was deliberately cooperating with Shiva's dodge. An incredulous look appeared in Fiora's eyes.
Just as she was still savoring the opponent's mysterious dodging trajectory, which resembled the movement of cosmic nebulae, a pair of fists slammed into her face once again.
With a bang, Fiora was knocked backward and rolled away. Looking at Ms. Shiva, who was gradually transforming into a demonic flesh-and-blood figure, she paid no attention to the attack she had just suffered, but instead earnestly asked for guidance:
"How exactly did you do that?"
Her eyes gleamed with intense curiosity: "You truly are a martial arts master!"
She used honorifics in her speech: "That's absolutely amazing!"
Ms. Shiva knelt on the ground, staring blankly at her hands.
Martial arts masters who have honed their bodies to such extremes have fists like refined steel and feet like red copper. Even bullets can be deflected by their taut muscles. In every sense, they are no longer the same kind of beings as normal people.
Furthermore, given that she used venom, things shouldn't have turned out this way.
However, at this moment, all she saw were the bare white bones of her fists, which then gradually healed under the regenerative abilities of the venom.
"Master, you are truly amazing."
Ms. Shiva looked at the Kryptonian in front of her with her lifeless eyes.
What is the most despairing thing in the world? It's when you, who always thought you were invincible, launch a full-scale attack on an enemy without holding back, only to find that the enemy is completely unharmed and even praises you for being amazing.
What an ultimate insult this is!
Da da da……
Fiora turned her head to look at the machine gun firing at her, her gaze turning slightly cold.
"Excuse me, Master, I have to deal with some troublesome enemies for a while. You may leave."
Fiora said, "You see what's going on now. A martial arts master as great as you shouldn't die here. So please, let's go."
boom!
Shiva watched numbly as the other side jumped onto the plane. Amid several violent explosions and the desperate screams of soldiers dying in their final moments, five or six fighter jets crashed to the ground like toys.
Immediately afterward, Fiora looked towards the armed helicopter still directing operations in the distance. Her exceptional hearing, typical of Kryptonians, allowed her to hear Colonel Hardy's voice.
So she leaped over like an ape and punched the wing, shattering it. With a shriek, the attack helicopter spun and crashed to the ground.
"We were hit, again, we were hit, we were struck—"
"Guardian crashed, repeat once. Ground forces, protect—"
Ten seconds later, there were no more ground troops.
Shiva gritted his teeth; the opponent's speed was as if he could teleport...
Colonel Hardy collapsed inside the attack helicopter.
"Thunderbolt 12 is calling the Guardian, can you receive it?"
Colonel Hardy took a deep breath and picked up the radio.
"Aim all your firepower here. Don't worry about us. This is a danger zone."
"Roger that. Danger zone. Good luck, sir."
Colonel Hardy crawled out of the wreckage of the attack helicopter, pulled out a submachine gun, and fired wildly at Fiora.
The sparks bounced wildly across the other person's body.
The submachine gun is out of bullets.
He pulled out his pistol and emptied the last magazine.
Fiora tilted her head.
Colonel Hardy pulled out the last dagger.
Fiora also pulled it out.
The two men faced each other, several meters apart.
"To die gloriously is to die in the right place," Fiora said.
"Don't kill him, come at me."
Shiva stood in front of Colonel Hardy: "Our duel isn't over yet."
Fiora lowered her knife and sighed, "Master, you have earned my respect. I never intended to kill you."
"Why can't you just leave?"
Ms. Shiva remained silent, and Fiora understood her position.
"I am ashamed, Master," Fiora said.
She slowly clenched her fist: "When it comes to martial arts, I'm nothing more than a toddler learning to walk in front of you, I don't even have the right to stand before you. The reason I was able to fight you like this is entirely due to cheating. I feel extremely ashamed."
"But for the sake of General Zod's great cause, you have chosen to become General Zod's enemy, and therefore you will also be my enemy. Please fail here, for now I will use all my strength."
"drink!"
Fiora was met with a barrage of heavy punches from Shiva, but she quickly realized that her opponent simply stood still, staring at her expressionlessly, showing no signs of being knocked away as before. Then, Ms. Shiva finally stopped.
"Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous," Ms. Shiva said.
"I seemed to have the upper hand before, but that was just like an adult dodging a child's punch; there was no chance of winning from the start."
"Yes, that's right, I'm sorry," Fiora said.
Then she heard Ms. Shiva suddenly ask her:
"Do you want to learn these techniques? The technique I just used to see through your moves, the technique of generating power, all the secrets of martial arts, and the ultimate move I've never shown you before: the Leopard Strike Technique?"
(Note: The Leopard Blow is Mrs. Shiva's signature move, which she used to nearly kill Richard Dragon.)
"You... intend to teach me?" Fiora was stunned, then a strange feeling rose within her, and she immediately believed it.
She could sense from the opponent's moves a vast, ocean-like martial arts spirit, a selfless sharing of pure martial arts skills that transcended racial and planetary barriers. Isn't this the noble sentiment that a master like her should possess?
"Now I'll demonstrate the Leopard Strike Technique for you. This is my ultimate technique..."
Fiora's attention was involuntarily drawn to Ms. Shiva, whose unheard-of technique instantly captivated her curiosity.
She saw Ms. Shiva extend a small, clean, white hand and wave it in an extremely mysterious gesture. In that instant, the stars and the sea seemed to converge in that palm, and all truth and…
*Smack!* Ms. Shiva slapped Fiora's face directly at her mask. In the instant of impact, her palm transformed into a claw, sharp as a sword, tearing through the mask's protection!
In that instant, a cacophony of sounds flooded into Fiora's ears, causing her to let out a scream!
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"Hey, so what the hell is Batman planning?"
Harley Quinn sat bored in an underground base somewhere in Metropolis: "Every time I go to see Ivy, she's either doing experiments or teaching. It's so boring. Working 24/7, 365 days a year, she doesn't even eat, she lives entirely through photosynthesis!"
Harley scratched her face in frustration: "This is completely self-exploiting!"
Killer Croc stood to the side, wearing only his underwear: "Harley, wanna play cards?"
"Stop messing around!" Harley Quinn gave him a disdainful look. "How much money have you already lost? If you keep losing, you'll be broke. I don't want a naked crocodile strutting around in front of me!"
She ignored the crocodile's attempts to plant a flag, such as "let's play one more round" and "I'm definitely going to win," and continued to complain to the Death Shooter:
"Hey Floyd, tell me, what exactly is this about Batman telling us to prepare a nuclear bomb?"
She said, "Batman stole that nuclear bomb, hid it in Metropolis, and made us guard it every day, all very mysteriously—"
"What exactly is he trying to do?"
(End of this chapter)