"Nebula M78, the Land of Light?"

Kang, the Conqueror's projection, looked as if he was thinking carefully for a few seconds.

"That's a messier object, located in Orion's reflection nebula, 1600 light-years away from earth ... but you don't look like an alien."

"Although your body seems to have an invisible barrier preventing me from scanning with a machine."

"But judging from your appearance and biological signs, you are obviously a human being through and through."

Based on Luke's answer, Kang made a serious analysis and got the result.

Even in the future, he had never heard of the Land of Light.

He only knew of the Skulls, the Kree, and Shi'ar ... These are the famous civilized races in the universe.

"My home is called the Land of Light, which was destroyed by a terrible monster called 'Belial'. My parents had no choice but to put me on a spaceship ..."

"The spaceship lost its direction and landed on the planet of Saiyan, a famous fighting nation in the universe. I grew up there, received basic education for some time, and then came to earth ..."

Luke opened his mouth and made up a whole set of nonsense.

It contained too many elements, which made Kang somewhat doubt.

After all, he didn't know enough about the origin of Superman.

To be precise, it was close to knowing nothing.

"Cosmic fighting nation, Saiyan people, Land of Light ..."

Kang noted these keywords.

He was going to search the database later to see if he could get something.

"By the way, Kang, are you going to stand still like this, or are you waiting for the National Guard to come and kill me?"

Luke walked out of the oval office and into the corridor outside the door.

After the huge uproar earlier, the security agents and service personnel staying at the White House were all gone.

UsingHeat Vision, Superman swept the building from top to bottom. As if it were a red-hot knife dividing the whole building into two halves like a cake!

The newly renovated White House was instantly reduced to ruins, and no one dared to stay.

Boom!

Luke heard explosions from time to time.

It was probably the blazing heat that set some flammable items on fire.

The fierce fire, like a moving wave, spread rapidly and lapped up everything around it.

Under the dark night, separated by a distance.

People who could see the White House, which symbolized the center of power, had thick smoke rising.

In the eyes of those who didn't know, they were afraid that this might be a terrorist attack, or maybe the burning of the White House in 1814 was repeated. During the War of Independence, Washington DC was broken into by the British Expeditionary Force, and it was successfully occupied and burned.

"I want to talk to you, Superman."

Kang showed sincerity, and his illusory projection followed Luke closely.

"I'm sure you've heard of some of my deeds, but the facts are conveyed by three or four people, and their contents would change."

"What the Ancient One told you may not be the real truth."

"We don't have to be enemies. I may not be unable to meet the conditions that the Sorcerer Supreme could offer."

Luke raised his eyebrows and sarcastically said, "Let me guess, what you're going to do next is to put a seemingly reasonable but actually illogical excuse on your behavior, right? For example, what provokes wars on different timelines was actually to carry out a huge sociological research project or something?"

"Although you pursue hegemony and dictatorship and turn the whole world into a mess because of your own selfish desires, you're still a good man who loves democracy and freedom -- Kang, is there a guy named Donald among your ancestors? Otherwise, where did your skills come from?"

Kang's generous speech, which he had prepared long before, was stuck in his throat because of Luke's series of rhetorical questions, and he couldn't spit it out.

With this speech, he deceived many people, and those superheroes were always easily moved by 'a bright future' and 'fellow justice seekers'.

It was just a grandiose rhetoric, a righteous excuse, but it was useless to use in front of Superman.

The other party wasn't at all like a beacon of light among the people, the embodiment of justice, but had a villain temperament similar to his own.

"Sir Conqueror, do you know what the only thing I have learned in my short life among humans?"

Luke suddenly stopped, his mouth tilted, and he spoke softly, "The more you play tricks, the more you will find that an individual's ability has limits."

"Those who want to hide behind the scenes and manipulate everything will eventually face the end, being overturned and pulled up to the stage -- got you!"

Superman's eyes condensed slightly, catching an unusual hidden figure.

He jerked to the right and knocked down the fragile wall.

The palm stretched out and clenched into a fist.

Boom!

The powerful force that could push an aircraft carrier was condensed in his fist.

Then, a huge wave that could turn a mountain and call a tsunami poured out.

The entire room was turned into ruins in an instant as if it had experienced the violent destruction of a category five typhoon.

Sofas, tables, and chairs were directly torn apart and crushed by the strong airflow.

The walls supported by reinforced concrete were like thin cardboard.

All of them were turned into dust under Superman's fist.

"Fuck!"

Mister Sinister, who was hiding inside, only had time to curse. His whole person flew out like a baseball that had been hit hard, at an extremely fast speed.

He originally wanted to use Kang's invisible tech to stab Superman in the back by surprise.

He didn't expect that his opponent's senses would be so sharp.

Kang gave him the 'invisibility cloak', which could distort light, hide biological signs, and deceive human perception without any problem.

How did he find out?!

With such doubts, Mister Sinister flew up in a curve and smashed into the lawn outside the White House.

"You're too nervous, so your heart beats faster. You can't hide it from my ears."

Luke said lightly.

Then, he exerted force under his feet and stomped hard.

The upright body tore through the air and caught up with Mister Sinister, who had fallen to the ground.

He slammed down a punch without hesitation.

Bang!

The harsh sound waves dispelled the air current.

The energy shield on Mister Sinister lasted only a few seconds before it was completely blown away.

"Is this guy still human?!"

Mister Sinister, who was completely defeated in one round, was deeply shaken.

He had never confronted Superman head-on, only knowing that the other party was very strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong!

'Kang asked me to stall Superman. That's an impossible task!'

Mister Sinister, aware of the danger, quickly used his mind power, trying to push Superman away and draw out some distance.

But he felt like a child hitting an iron wall. He tried and tried, but his originally unstoppable mind couldn't even cause a dent in the other party.

"I heard that you have many abilities? Apocalypse had given you the gift of being immortal, regenerating and healing, as well as the powerful mind control ability and moving objects through space."

Luke whispered when he saw the shocked look on Mister Sinister.

He already had the terrifying physical presence of the Allfather, and he could easily break free from the interference of that psychic power.

Alpha-level mutants posed no threat to him.

Luke clenched his fist and was about to swing it again, but he felt disoriented.

"Mind manipulation?"

He sneered away from the influence.

The Superdemon's card itself had strong resistance and was immune to spiritual prying and control.

"Ahhh!"

Mister Sinister screamed, a trace of blood flowed from his eyes.

He tried to control Superman's movements but was countered by his opponent.

His spiritual power that tried to manipulate the mind was like a surging wave hitting a hard rock.

"This is Superman's strength? No wonder the President said that the Lieutenant General is a walking nuclear weapon."

Jonathan, who stayed outside the White House, witnessed the brief battle with his own eyes.

He first saw the violent explosion in the East Hall, followed by a figure slamming heavily into the ground, plowing a deep ditch.

Before the weird man with diamond-shaped gems inlaid on his forehead got up, Superman, who rushed out of the White House, punched him back into the pit.

The White House lawn was splattered with debris as if from an earthquake.

Jonathan's body shook, and he quickly stepped back.

Ordinary people like him couldn't even get close to the battlefield.

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