Bruce's white goggles remained fixed on Tel-Rol, showing no intention of backing down.
Tel-Rol was already impatient.
"You've restrained Clark and Kara, do you think you can restrain me?"
He spoke softly, as if asking an idiotic question.
The next second.
Golden-purple flames erupted from his body!
Boom—!
A terrifying wave of air, centered on him, swept across the entire conference room!
Tables, chairs, and various high-tech equipment were all sent flying, crashing violently against the walls, turning into piles of scrap metal.
Everyone present, including Diana and Arthur, were also pushed backward by this sudden force.
"Damn it!"
Arthur cursed, using his trident to stab into the ground, barely managing to steady himself.
Diana, on the other hand, protected Clark and Kara beside her.
Only Deadpool, who had somehow plastered himself to the ventilation duct on the ceiling, was stuffing popcorn into his mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh! The main event is coming! VIP front-row seats, anyone want drinks and popcorn?"
No one paid him any attention.
Everyone's attention was on the man enveloped in golden-purple flames.
Tel-Rol's golden hair stood on end, and his emerald green pupils held pure killing intent.
The purple gem in the palm of his right hand was flashing with violent electrical arcs, intertwining with his own golden aura.
The entire building trembled violently.
On the ceiling above the conference room, the three instruments that were firing red light at the Kryptonian showed countless cracks on their surfaces.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three crisp sounds.
The three red spectrum instruments exploded directly into three bursts of sparks.
The red light disappeared.
Kara sighed in relief, leaning against the wall, panting heavily.
Clark was not in much better shape; he leaned against the wall, gasping for air.
"Bruce..."
Diana looked incredulously at the black figure pinned against the wall by the airwave, then at Tel-Rol, who was on the verge of berserking.
"Stop it now!"
Tel-Rol ignored her completely, walking step by step towards Bruce.
With each step he took, the floor beneath him caved in and cracked, leaving a clear footprint.
The terrifying air pressure caused the brand new vibranium suit Bruce was wearing to creak.
"I'll say this one last time."
Tel-Rol stood before Bruce, looking down at him.
"Clark and Kara are my people."
"Before you touch them, you'd better consider whether Earth can withstand my wrath."
As his words fell.
The golden-purple flames around him surged again!
Rumble—
The entire building groaned.
Outside, the sky was covered in dark clouds, with lightning rolling within them.
This power was even more terrifying than when the World Engine was activated!
Tel-Rol raised his left hand.
Golden flames and purple lightning wildly intertwined around his fist.
He aimed a punch at the golden bat symbol on Bruce's chest.
Bruce was pressed down by the airwave, unable to move.
He could only watch as that fist grew larger and larger in his goggles.
Bang—!
A dull thud.
Bruce's brand new suit, crafted from vibranium mixed with various rare metals, had a large hole blown open directly in the chest area!
Countless fragments splattered in all directions.
"Pfft!"
Bruce spat out a mouthful of blood from the helmet's seams.
The wall behind him caved in, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread.
"Tel!"
Clark weakly called out, struggling to stand up.
"You can't kill him! For my sake!"
Tel-Rol chuckled angrily.
He didn't even turn his head.
"Clark, are you stupid?"
"He was going to lock you up like a prisoner, and you still want me to spare him?"
Clark staggered towards Tel-Rol, fortunately, the feeling of weakness was fading.
"Tel, you can't kill him."
His voice was hoarse from weakness.
"You killed kree, you killed Zod, you killed Fiona, I have nothing to say."
"But he's different."
"He's just an... ordinary person!"
"Ordinary person?"
Tel-Rol scoffed with a disdainful "Tch."
"An ordinary person who can activate red sun radiation at any time and wants to lock you all up?"
"This kind of ordinary person is more dangerous than Zod."
He looked at Bruce, who was still struggling, his killing intent showing no signs of diminishing.
Clark stood in front of Tel-Rol, his eyes filled with pleading.
"Please, Tel, I beg you."
Tel-Rol looked at him, then at Diana and Kara, who were both looking worried.
He irritably ran a hand through his hair.
"Fine."
He uttered a single word.
Clark breathed a sigh of relief.
"But..."
Tel-Rol's tone shifted.
His figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.
The next second.
He appeared in front of the fallen Bruce.
Another punch, so fast it was just a blur, landed squarely on Bruce's stomach.
"Bang!"
The wall behind Bruce could no longer withstand the force and directly exploded.
Bruce curled up, a painful howl escaping his throat.
"He needs a lesson."
Tel-Rol retracted his fist, clapped his hands as if dusting something off.
Bruce lay on the ground, his body convulsing violently, blood continuously gushing from his mouth.
He wanted to move, but everything below his waist was completely unresponsive.
His legs... had no feeling.
Inside the helmet of his suit, an anxious voice rang out through the encrypted channel.
"Master!"
"Master! Can you hear me?!"
"Master!!"
It was Alfred's voice.
Inside the conference room, there was a deathly silence.
Arthur Curry watched this scene, his Adam's apple bobbing, saying nothing.
Barry Allen's mouth hung open, he no longer knew what to say.
Diana's expression was extremely complex.
Tel-Rol turned around, surveying these so-called "heroes," his emerald green eyes still holding that undisguised mockery.
"Let's go, home."
He said to Kara.
"Didn't eat enough earlier, want to go for some Spanish barbecue?"
Deadpool broke free, excitedly following behind.
"Boss! Boss, wait for me! I know a super authentic one! It's just a bit far, in Queens!"
"Just don't know if the shop is still there."
Watching the three preparing to leave, everyone present hadn't reacted yet.
Deadpool hugged Tel-Rol's leg, and the three left together.
Diana and Clark exchanged glances, then also left. Her trust in Bruce had now collapsed.
Arthur glanced at Bruce, sighed lightly, and followed Diana out.
Clark wanted to step forward, but was stopped by the pained Bruce, "You... don't come over! You... go!"
He retracted his outstretched hand, turned, and left.
Only Barry, Cyborg, and Hal were left, looking at each other.
[Don't worry, brothers, it will be very useful!!! Go easy on me!!!]