MM Racing Chapter 114 General Zod: Ugh! It stinks!
Chapter 114 General Zod: Ugh! It stinks!
Chapter 114 General Zod: Ugh! It stinks!
boom!!!
The battle between the four Kryptonians was devastating.
Chen Tao sat in the cockpit of the stealth aircraft, quietly listening to the military channel being eavesdropped on coming through the microphone in front of him.
"I am Colonel Hardy, the air force commander."
Dozens of jet fighters roared into the air from the military base, representing the pinnacle of human air power.
Colonel Hardy sat in the back of the armed helicopter.
"We have identified, contacted, and observed the targets we are about to approach. They are extremely dangerous, and we can use lethal weapons."
"Roger that, Guardian, we are approaching our target."
"This is Thunder 11, four targets have been locked."
The pilot pressed his finger on the cannon's firing port.
"Fire!"
Da da da da!
The deafening explosions were incredibly noisy, even when broadcast over the radio. Chen Tao turned down the microphone volume, then turned to look at the screen, where four Kryptonians fighting each other disappeared in the violent explosion.
"Thunderbolt 11, well done!"
"We have destroyed the target."
Chen Tao listened silently. Destroy? How could that be?
"No, attack again immediately."
"Roger that, Guardian. Prepare for the second attack."
"No, wait! Raiden 11, eject now!"
"No! No! What kind of monster is this? It jumped onto our plane, it's tearing our plane apart... Damn it, no—"
boom!
"Raiden 11? Raiden 11?"
"Guardians, we're alright. It's Superman! He just knocked that Kryptonian away and detached the escape pod from the plane. We're alive! Thank God! Thank Jesus! Thank Superman!"
"No—this is Thunder 12, Kryptonians have appeared, repeat, on our wings—"
Boom!
"This is Thunder 13. Thunder 12 has crashed. Superman is being attacked by two other Kryptonians, and one Kryptonian is attacking us—Superman is in bad shape, and so are we. Fire! Fire! Fire!"
"No, he jumped onto our plane, and the wing broke off—"
Then a loud, whistling sound came through the communicator, like the cockpit ceiling had been ripped open.
God bless America.
Boom!
Chen Tao stood up: "Alfred, prepare the Kryptonite armor. Damn it, even a buffed Superman can't beat Zod and the other two, can he?"
"Guardian calling Thunder 13, calling Thunder 14! Is anyone there? Can anyone answer me?"
Colonel Hardy barely suppressed the urge to throw the microphone away.
He went straight to the cockpit and said to the pilot, "Fly directly to the scene!"
"What did you say, Colonel? Isn't this...?" The pilot was forced back by Colonel Hardy's gaze before he could finish speaking.
"This is Thunder 18... Wait! We... we've spotted a civilian! He's driving along the highway towards the battlefield."
"What?" Colonel Hardy turned his head sharply: "Are the ground evacuation troops idiots? It's one thing that not all the people in the town have been evacuated, but they're actually letting civilians cross the checkpoints and reach the battlefield?"
"No...that doesn't seem to be it, Guardian! All the soldiers at the checkpoints along the way have been taken down!"
"What did you say? Are you kidding me? They were fully armed, what could that civilian possibly use to take them down?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the radio.
"It was her fist, Colonel, she used her fist!"
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"Calm down, Karl El! You—"
Before General Zod could finish speaking, he was grabbed and slammed into the air by the enraged Clark. The two of them disappeared into the sky like comets, then crashed heavily into the fields, throwing crops into the air like weeds.
"I'm going to kill you all, I'm going to kill you all—you bastards, you inhuman scum—"
Clark grabbed his head and shoved him to the ground, pressing him deep into the soil like a plowshare.
Clark, the man who was supposed to be taking care of the mother, had completely lost his mind.
He straddled General Zod, punching him again and again, each punch creating a terrifying crater beneath them, sending dirt flying high into the sky, blotting out the sun.
"How dare you—"
boom!
"...Oh, Clark, you can be whatever you want to be..."
"How dare you—"
boom!
"...Oh, look at you, my fine lad. If Jonathan could see you now, how happy he would be..."
"Kill him—"
"...It's nothing, Clark, I'm just scared...scared they'll separate us."
boom!
"...Oh, Mom, I'm not going anywhere..."
boom!
"...Mr. Wayne, I've decided to go to Black Zero after all. They are my people, and maybe I can... But I still want to try, maybe I can persuade General Zod..."
"My mom!!!"
"No! No! This shouldn't be happening, no!!!!"
The sky seemed to collapse and the earth to cave in; even the clouds in the heavens appeared to droop as Superman was consumed by his extreme rage.
The massive impact shook the entire earth. Zod was so struck by the heavy punch that he could only cover his head with his hands. Then, Superman, enraged to the point of losing his mind, forcibly pried his arms apart. Zod stared in disbelief as Superman opened his mouth like a madman and bit down on his mask.
An extremely foul stench seeped through the mask from between the other person's lips and teeth, and Zod vomited on the spot.
Vomit that needed to be blurred kept spraying out of his mouth, then bounced back and forth inside the mask under some kind of damned gravity.
And this damn mask had an automatic repair function for minor damage, so all the vomit was caught inside, not a drop spilled out, and it was repeatedly smeared and rubbed evenly on Zod's face.
"vomit!"
Zod vomited again; it was purely physiological nausea. His brain was trembling, his stomach was spasming, and the intense stench had rendered him powerless to resist.
The two of them flew from the Kent farm all the way to town, landed at a gas station, and caused a huge explosion, turning them both into rolling gourds.
"you……"
General Zod staggered to his feet and desperately ripped off his mask. A large clump of disgusting vomit fell to the ground along with the softened, plastic-wrapped mask.
General Zod removed his cloak, which was still burning from the flames, and forcefully extinguished the fire. He then wiped all the vomit off his eyebrows.
"Ugh! Ugh!"
He gagged twice more, and then, as he came to his senses, the next second, countless loud noises and din overwhelmed his brain, causing him to collapse to his knees in agony.
He managed to roll over, and in the violently blurred and distorted world, Zod saw the figure with red glowing eyes...
It flew down from the sky like a demon.
"Listen to me, Karl El—"
The intense red light, carrying intense heat, sprayed down like a hurricane. General Zod barely managed to roll over a few times to dodge it. He stood there swaying, enduring the various sensory disturbances as he stretched out his hand.
"Enough, you—"
But before he could finish a single sentence, the red and blue Superman appeared in front of him in an instant. A shockwave from a fist hitting his face at close range exploded on his cheek, shattering the glass of buildings around the town. He didn't even utter a sound before he was sent flying like a tattered rag doll.
Clark was about to follow when he found himself being hugged from behind.
Another Kryptonian hulking figure, Ek, followed, attempting to rush forward to protect his general.
He crouched down and hugged Clark's waist. Clark lifted his hips and instinctively delivered a heavy punch to his groin.
But the posture was awkward, and Clark didn't understand the wrestling skills required for close-quarters combat.
The hulking Ek barely managed to turn around, his tall stature and muscular physique causing the punch to land on his taut thigh muscles. But then he was completely unable to control himself as Clark ripped his clothes off his body.
In that instant, Ek used at least seven or eight force-dissipating techniques etched into his DNA. These techniques were the epitome of using minimal force to deflect a great weight; being held in such a position by him, it should have been almost impossible to pull away.
But such a miracle unfolded before his eyes, without any skill whatsoever, purely out of brute force.
Zod never imagined that this naturally born small-town boy would be so strong.
"you--"
Endless, destructive red light surged from the eyes of the red and blue figure. The burly Ike let out a painful scream as he punched Superman in the cheek, only to make the latter tilt his head slightly.
Beep beep beep—Boom!
The slanted thermal line of sight swept across a small hillside next to the town, and then the hillside collapsed like a sliced cake.
"Let go, let go, let go now—ah!!"
He punched Superman's face again and again, but it was all in vain. Superman headbutted him, and then there was a crisp cracking sound. Kryptonian Ike's fist, which even machine guns couldn't penetrate, collapsed softly and drooped on his wrist.
Ek punched and kicked, but his attacking hands and feet were broken in an instant.
Superman grabbed him and lifted him high above his head.
Then General Zod slammed him into the air. The concrete ground was like a body of water, as countless steel bars and concrete were shattered by the immense force. The steel mesh embedded in the road surface transmitted the force, causing half the street to flip up as well.
Upon seeing General Zod's face, Superman's devilishly twisted face revealed a deep-seated hatred.
"Stop! Your mother is still alive!"
Upon hearing this, the overwhelming malice on Clark's face froze.
General Zod took a deep breath. Without his hood, the intense sensory stimulation was still interfering with his brain, but the matter at hand was more important.
He overcame these obstacles with sheer willpower and then continued:
"Pretending to be you..."
Zod had intended to say "your mother," but something felt off, so he changed his words:
"The creature that your adoptive mother was similar to your mother at the DNA level, but that thing was clearly not human."
He raised his wrist, and a holographic image was projected onto it, showing the scene just now when Martha had openly and frankly confessed her innermost thoughts, opened her heart, and let her imagination run wild, framing and slandering them.
"So unless your adoptive mother can open her chest, whatever it is will never be what you think. I didn't kill your mother, and she's very likely still alive."
"After all, I just wanted the Codex of Life. Why would I kill your mother for no reason?" Zod realized his words were a bit cowardly after he finished speaking, but he quickly adjusted his mindset and pretended that nothing had happened.
The red light in Clark's eyes slowly faded. He regained his senses and then wept with joy.
In that instant, spring arrived, flowers bloomed, the sky cleared, and a ray of sunlight shone through the gaps in the ruins onto Clark's head, transforming the demon into an angel.
The next second, Zod punched the angel in the face. Clark spun upwards, then crashed to the other side of the long street.
General Zod burst through the roof and landed in front of him, stepping on his chest.
Without the Bloodrage buff, Clark, whose mind was filled with thoughts of his mother, relaxed all his muscles and was immediately put on the defensive by Zod.
boom!
With a crisp crack, Zod's fist slammed into Clark's forehead, making a loud sound like a drumbeat.
"You're having a good time? You're having a blast? Now it's Zod's turn!"
Zod's fists rained down like raindrops: "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? What tricks could you possibly have?"
at last……
It was finally General Zod's turn to strike back! Even with General Zod's composure, he was slightly excited at this moment.
He could already feel the scales of the battle tipping. After such a tortuous battle, finally! Finally, it was his turn to win—
"have."
A slightly enraged Clark took a step back, touched his swollen lip, and then, with his brain finally regaining its senses, manipulated his arm to pull out a stink grenade given to him by Batman from his belt.
He let out a strange cry that startled General Zod.
"Hada!"
The stink bomb slipped from his hand and flew away.
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I am Sandra Woshan, and I am known as Lady Shiva, which means "destruction".
This is almost the highest honor a martial arts master can receive.
Flames, a breeze, the smell of sulfur, and the strange odor of charred corpses.
For modern people, such a smell is almost impossible to encounter in a lifetime, but I've long been used to it.
I injected myself with venom, a solvent that strengthens the body.
People who have never been injected with venom may find it hard to understand the withdrawal symptoms and the pain associated with it.
It's as if the body is rejecting the soul, as if it's using a rusty blade or some other sharp instrument to slowly peel the soul away.
But this pain is nothing to me.
Many people always wonder why the world's strongest person is an Asian woman born in a small fishing village in Chaozhou. They are unwilling to accept it, they refuse to believe it.
But that's what it is.
I am the truth.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the air was filled with an air of danger.
Fiora, carrying a corpse, suddenly turned her head. Her cells were warning her, her fighting instincts howling and screaming in her Kryptonian brain at the prospect of encountering a more powerful martial artist.
The moment Fiora first saw Ms. Shiva, she couldn't help but launch an attack.
This was not due to the swollen, powerful body caused by the injection of venom, nor was it because he wanted to eliminate the last living person present.
It was because of fear.
This fear arose from the discovery of someone several times stronger than her in terms of martial arts!
In that instant, in that instant before human limits could react, her fist surpassed the speed of sound!
This is the ultimate violence that abandons all boxing theories; even the martial arts stances etched into our DNA surrender to this biological instinct.
Given the reaction speed of humans on Earth, it would be impossible for them to react—
He dodged it!
Without a word, Fiora immediately felt a punch land on her face. A barrage of punches, like raindrops, forced Fiora to stagger backward.
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"Conventional weapons are completely ineffective against these Kryptonians."
General Sam Lane entered the conference room and saw that countless 3D images were already in place.
One official said, "Lex Luthor, perhaps we should activate the Parasite?"
He asked, "Do you really think John Coburn, piloting that newly built armor, can defeat the Kryptonians?"
(End of this chapter)