The speaker's words contained uncontrollable excitement. Fight, fight! It would be best if both of them died together!
These damned bastards, dictators!
Someone quickly covered the speaker's mouth: "Are you crazy? He can hear you!"
Ultraman's ability to monitor the entire city was a well-known Power, so all citizens of Metropolis lived cautiously, fearing that one wrong word would get them killed by Ultraman at any time.
He used his heat vision to kill a person, just like a child using a magnifying glass to focus sunlight and burn an ant to death—without mercy or pity, as cold-hearted as a devil.
Ultraman once again confronted Dane; he had taken another large gulp of Kryptonite powder while falling, and his body was still in an excited state, not even feeling any pain from Dane's attacks.
He floated opposite Dane and shouted, "Come again!"
Still quite arrogant?
Dane's eyes lit up, and a lightning ray directly hit Ultraman, pushing him a thousand meters away.
Immediately after, he flew forward and delivered another explosive punch, knocking him down. However, Ultraman regained his balance the moment he landed, stabilizing himself on the ground with both legs.
Although the ground was caved in by him, he still held on. Dane noticed that he was still desperately absorbing Kryptonite powder.
Have you ever seen someone taking drugs while fighting?
Dane even suspected that if there weren't any metals that could penetrate his skin, Ultraman would even choose to inject Kryptonite.
And Dane also noticed that after consuming the Kryptonite, Ultraman's strength had indeed significantly increased.
His energy level was skyrocketing, quickly reaching the height Mazahs once achieved.
However, excessive intake of Kryptonite also brought some negative effects to his brain, making him arrogant and conceited. He didn't even seem to notice that Dane's attire was exactly the same as Mazahs's.
He was completely engrossed in his own power, laughing wildly as he charged towards Dane. The airflow compressed by his flight destroyed the surrounding buildings, like a tornado passing through—it was simply a natural disaster!
Carrying such powerful kinetic energy, Ultraman arrived before Dane.
"Is that all?"
Facing Ultraman's immense power, Dane merely uttered this sentence as if disappointed.
Before Ultraman could get angry, that familiar feeling of dread once again surged in his heart, even briefly clearing his mind.
Dane's right palm gently pressed against Ultraman's face, seemingly feeling no Impact from the kinetic energy, which was completely absorbed by his palm.
Then, he slightly gathered strength and pushed his palm forward. Ultraman's body instantly flew backward, falling to the ground headfirst.
But this time, the commotion was greater than any previous time!
As if a nuclear bomb had exploded in the center of Metropolis, Ultraman's body generated a large amount of heat through friction with the air and the ground, causing the surrounding air to expand due to heating.
The moment he contacted the ground, a huge mushroom cloud soared into the sky, and the deafening explosion instantly reverberated throughout Metropolis, and even the entire United States!
The intense explosion caused a severe earthquake, shaking the buildings of the entire city askew.
Around the center of the explosion, the power system immediately failed, and the lights of buildings began to go out one by one.
Dane had been very careful to control his strength, but this time his power had increased too quickly, and he lost control for a moment.
He conservatively estimated that the force applied to Ultraman this time was no less than a meteorite crashing into Earth from space. The dust kicked up by the ground Impact even dispersed the dust cloud Ultraman had created in the sky.
Dane looked around and found that Metropolis looked like an earthquake disaster site. His single blow probably caused more damage than Ultraman's recent drug-induced rampage!
Indeed, movies are all lies. Superhumans of their caliber cannot avoid collateral damage to ordinary people. There's no way to use dream power here, so the citizens of Metropolis can only endure it themselves.
Dane quickly landed on the ground and scooped up the nearly lifeless Ultraman in one hand.
"...You... you..." Ultraman's hand weakly rose, as if trying to grasp something.
But Dane was quite unhappy. He had never accidentally harmed others before.
So he delivered another punch, this time knocking Ultraman directly unconscious. The Impact from the punch dispersed the surrounding dust.
Then Dane grabbed Ultraman and shot straight into the sky. He looked at the dust cloud in the sky, thinking that at least as compensation, he could clear away these unsightly things.
So, a few minutes later, a violent storm swirled high above Metropolis, sucking all the dust clouds into it.
Dane lifted his palm and threw this mass of atmosphere directly out of Metropolis, into the nearby ocean.
Although it was night and there was no sunlight, moonlight and starlight once again shone upon Metropolis, appearing especially clear now that the power system had failed.
"Consider it my humble apology."
Saying these words that only he could hear, Dane left Metropolis with Ultraman.
Soon, he arrived at the rendezvous point agreed upon with President Wilson and General Ross, throwing Ultraman down in front of Wilson.
"It seems the plan went smoothly." Wilson was overjoyed. Although he only had one eye left, his expression brightened.
"No, it actually didn't go smoothly." Dane heard him and shook his head.
Wilson was stunned. Had something else happened that he didn't know about?
Dane landed and briefly explained to him.
"He sensed something was wrong when he entered the Base, then flew back to Metropolis. There, he took the opportunity to absorb a large amount of Kryptonite powder. I believe that was beyond his usual intake."
General Ross immediately thought of something, and his expression couldn't help but change slightly.
"And then we started fighting in Metropolis." Dane said regretfully.
He couldn't let Ultraman go just because there was a possibility of accidentally harming ordinary people.
Nor could he be like Clark, who ties his own hands and gets hammered by the enemy for fear of collateral damage to civilians, only to deliver a killing blow at the last moment when the enemy isn't paying attention.
That wasn't his style. He preferred a quick end to prolonged suffering. Since losses were unavoidable, he would finish the fight quickly!
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