American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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No, that's enough!

Xu Fu clenched his fist, and a milky white shockwave erupted behind him, instantly granting him maximum speed as he charged toward the monster.

He dodged the beautiful Chinese man's sharp claws, rammed his head into the man's hard abdomen, and at the same time wrapped his arms around the man's waist, launching his body into the air like a rocket.

He wanted to take this thing away from the city.

Chapter 1784 Girl

Nasino town is located at an altitude of about 1,000 meters.

Xu Fu tried his best to drag the stubbornly resisting giant out of the city, but he was simply too strong. The handsome American boy angrily retaliated, and the green-glowing kryptonite crystal bone spurs stuck in his hands and the back of his fists left bloody marks on Xu Fu's body.

He wasn't afraid of Kryptonian radiation, but the house of the Doomsday Hand was enough to devour him. Furthermore, what grew on it wasn't just Kryptonite, but Kryptonite molecules that grew from within the organism itself under the catalysis of the Doomsday Spores, making it virtually indestructible.

Finally, with a muffled groan, he involuntarily released his grip on the beast, as the American boy punched him in the ribs again. The American boy recoiled violently, his rough, enormous hand gripping Xu Fu's throat tightly, and the two figures began to descend rapidly.

The fit might not be quite as good as expected, but at least it's an attempt...

Xu Fu tried to flip himself over, gripping the American boy's wrists tightly with both hands, choking him, and desperately trying to change the trajectory of "080" and his companions as they fell. The blurry image, tumbling at supersonic speed in the air, drew a graceful arc and flew towards the suburbs at subsonic speed.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't achieve perfection. Two dark figures, locked in a tight embrace, hurtled into the skyscraper like a hissing missile, ravaging an entire floor of office space. Ceilings and floors were torn to shreds, severed wires sparked, and countless desks and chairs were blown to pieces. By the time the people in the office reacted and screamed, they were already flying out to the other side of the building.

Xu Fu failed to fly out of the city as he wished, but he still managed to get the giant beast away from the city center and land it in an abandoned port. Although the port was still part of Naxinor City, it was sparsely populated, so there shouldn't be many people around at this time.

Xu Fu felt his body collapse into two or three abandoned buildings of unknown purpose, bounce hard on the ground like a ball, and then fall to the ground again. He braced himself with his hands, struggled to turn over, shook his head which was slightly purple from suffocation, and saw that the frenzied beast was still standing in the smoke at the other end of the room, glaring at him fiercely.

"Fine, you ugly freak." He gritted his teeth, lifted his arms off the ground, and floated horizontally above the ground, sending pebbles flying and swirling on the ground. "Now that there's no one here, do you still have the courage to come back?"

I don't know if this beast of limited intelligence understood him, but it responded with a roar that shook the heavens and earth. It stomped its paws, and a terrifying wave of dust rose behind it, as if dragging a thousand horses. Xu Fu was not to be outdone, and he charged forward with both fists, bursting forth at full speed, the ground cracking rapidly as he ran.

The following rounds were frenzied, a pure clash of strength with no room for maneuver. "Beast" was practically synonymous with "power," and Xu Fu was no weakling either. Every strike from either side was like a storm, and many buildings in the abandoned port collapsed under the force of the blows. Shaking cracks instantly filled the open space, the ground slicing into countless slabs of stone, rapidly separating amidst the brutal impact.

In an instant, the abandoned port was completely transformed, utterly unrecognizable.

At first, Xu Fu was completely overwhelmed by this enraged beast, but as his anger grew, he felt his own power increasing day by day. What infuriated him was that the government, out of fear of their Kryptonian counterparts, had brought Kara to the brink of extinction, claiming that superhumans would be held responsible for collateral damage caused in the battle, while they themselves had created such a demon and dumped it in the heart of the city.

After all, Superman will have to clean up their messes again.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The nameless fire that Kara had extinguished reignited, as if transforming into pure power that flowed into his limbs and bones, making each of his attacks more powerful than the last. His eyeballs involuntarily ignited, the corners of his eyes filled with hellish red flames, scorching the nerve endings connecting to his eyeballs with extreme heat, stimulating his body and making him crave battle even more.

Unbeknownst to him, everything he saw turned purple, as if veiled in blood. His enormous brain was gradually filled with rage and pure fighting spirit, so much so that he felt no pain when his opponent's brutal fists struck him until he coughed up blood. The fierce battle almost filled the entire harbor, the shockwaves tearing through the air and even reaching the town two miles away.

The American boy punched Xu Fu again, knocking him to the ground. Xu Fu rolled twice and was about to get up when his opponent leaped onto his chest and slammed his head into the ground with a grappling move. A large hole appeared in the ground at the back of Xu Fu's steel-like skull, and his head sank to the ground. But at that moment, his eyes snapped open, and a beam of intense, darker light shot out from them, knocking away the American's hand and striking him squarely in the face, causing him to groan and stagger back two steps.

Taking advantage of the situation, Xu Fu stomped his right foot, and the red sole of his shoe unleashed missile-like destructive force, throwing the handsome American boy far to the side.

Without pausing for even a second, he shot upwards again, circling in the air. Just as he was about to rush up again, he suddenly stopped involuntarily, his keen hearing seemingly catching some strange noise.

The sound was barely audible, hidden among the sounds of the earth cracking and buildings collapsing, like... a scream?

Xu Fu felt his overheated brain cool down instantly. Looking in the direction of the sound, his X-ray vision revealed a little girl at the bottom of a rickety water tank. The tank's support had been broken in half by the aftershocks of the battle, and a ton of weight had crushed the girl's head.

Xu Fu's pupils contracted. His image flashed through the girl's mind, just in time for her to catch the rushing water tank and gently toss it aside. The girl stared at him, her eyes filled with tears and hope.

Although it was just a few cuts and lacerations, she was still startled. Considering that Xu Fu had just fought such a brutal battle with a handsome foreign boy, it was nothing short of a miracle.

“It’s here…this is dangerous, child.” Xu Fu realized he was starting to have trouble breathing, so he said, “You have to get out of here quickly.”

"But... I haven't found Ted yet."

"Ted?"

“My dog,” she said emotionally. “My mom said I couldn’t keep her, so she left her here. But I really missed her… so I secretly ran away to find her and bring her back.”

The poor child and the poor dog were innocently dragged into a fight that had nothing to do with them.

"etc"

Xu Fu quickly looked around and found a dog named Ted among the rubble of the now-ruined building. It was relatively lucky: when the roof collapsed, it was stuck in a gap in the rubble about two feet from its head.

Xu Fu moved the shards aside in less than a second and carried out the barely alive puppy. The furry little guy didn't seem to like him and tried desperately to burrow into his arms. Xu Fu had to try to avoid its sharp teeth, not because he was afraid of being bitten, but because he was afraid that his skin would bite off the poor little guy's teeth.

Back in his little owner's arms, he finally fell silent and nestled into her embrace. The little girl was overjoyed: "Thank you, Superman big brother!"

Unexpectedly, he even received thanks? Looking at the children's innocent faces, Xu Fu could only manage a wry smile, feeling guilty for being thanked. Actually, he should have noticed the girl and the dog much earlier; his superhuman senses could have detected them perfectly well. But... Xu Fu himself didn't know why, he just felt that during the fight, anger had consumed everything, so all his attention was focused on each punch, thus ignoring the two poor children below.

Just then, the handsome American boy he had knocked away picked up the roof and building debris that had crushed him, stood up, and roared in that direction again. Xu Fu took two steps forward and whispered, "Get as far away as you can, take Ted with you... but don't make Mom break down again, okay?"

"Mmm..." The little girl nodded vigorously.

Xu Fu took a deep breath, sighed again, and then lunged at the ferocious giant.

This isn't far enough; there might be innocent casualties in the fighting. He needs to move the battlefield to a more distant location.

Chapter 1785 Weakness

Plunging headfirst into the ground at approximately Mach 5 was hardly a graceful or comfortable landing. Even though Xu Fu's face wasn't injured, the mud on his face still made him uncomfortable.

It was several miles from the town, the maximum distance he could take the handsome foreign boy. After a fierce struggle, the boy finally broke free and pinned Xu Fu to the ground.

Xu Fu crawled to his side, mud sliding down his body with a soft splatter. His cheeks were mangled and his body ached and felt weak. It must be said that the doomsday stronghold that Waller had built was truly masterful: his fists sank into the ground like hard iron balls, each strike like an earthquake.

The American boy followed closely behind, his feet tearing through the ground with a loud thud, sending dust flying and filling his nose. Xu Fu, panting heavily, turned to look at the hippopotamus, but instead of seeing a towering mountain, he thought he was seeing a mountain range. Xu Fu's body was already exhausted, while the animal seemed tireless... It even seemed to be glowing.

The apocalypse is a mindless monster; the harder you hit it, the stronger it becomes. Even if you break its neck and put it in a grave, it will reappear like a ghost after a while, and it will be even more difficult to deal with than before. Although it's unknown whether this artificial apocalypse has this infinite resurrection capability, even if it doesn't, it's already terrifying enough.

Xu Fu thought he would need two or three seconds to adjust, but the handsome American boy clearly wasn't going to give him that chance. The monster roared and charged forward, raising its fist high, the back of its fist gleaming with sharp green kryptonite, and smashed it down on Xu Fu's head with unparalleled force.

Just as a blow was about to be delivered, a sharp cracking sound suddenly broke into the battle. The sound was sharp and long, followed by a rumbling sound, like... a speeding train?

The American boy's fist hissed as he instinctively turned around, only to be blinded by two cone-shaped green headlights. A dreamlike railway appeared out of thin air, and a transparent green train, hissing, hurtled upwards, hurtling towards the large man at over a hundred miles per hour. In the violent impact, the green carriages twisted rapidly into a jumble of people, and the American boy's body was lifted into the air, flying into the distance.

A green light descended from the sky, lifting Mike up and helping him land easily. It then waved to Xu Fu: "Hey, buddy, you're not feeling well, need any help?"

"Mike," Xu Fu knelt on the ground, one hand on his knee, "what are you doing here?"

“You’re on TV,” Mike said, using his halo to receive the TV station’s signal and project a green floating screen. “It’s live. I just happened to be nearby, so I came over.”

“You shouldn’t have come.” Xu Fu looked up at the towering monster beside him and frowned nervously.

"Ha, don't worry, buddy. You just rest here, and leave the rest of the work to Green Lantern!"

"Mike, no...."

Before Xu Fu could even utter these words, Mike transformed into a green shooting star, hurtling straight towards the American boy. He had always been like this; no matter what he faced, no matter what opponent he was facing, his only way out was to strike, and concepts like strategy were never in his vocabulary. This guy's brain was too simple; his thinking was like a straight highway, leading directly to the final goal.

Facing the aggressive little green man, the American boy roared and lunged forward with his fist. Mike possessed a certain fighting talent: he used his aura to maneuver to the side, leaving a green arc of light trailing beneath the American boy's arm, while simultaneously gripping a longsword made of green light in his right hand. He raised the sword, and, surrounded by the green light, slashed at the boy's chin. The lightsaber did indeed strike its target, but the boy didn't budge.

But this failed attack clearly angered the American boy. He turned around, roared, and slammed his fist down. A thought flashed through Mike's mind, and he nimbly flew to the side again. The powerful impact almost broke through the protective force field around him, and he slammed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Mike sprang to his feet, his right fist transformed into a mechanical glove, solidified in green light, its knuckles adorned with sharp spikes. He leaped high, his fist, a green afterimage, hurtling towards the ugly, repulsive face of the handsome boy, but was caught by the boy's hand in time. A rough hand clamped the green glove between its fists, a tremendous force squeezing the glove, formed from his will, teetering it on the brink of tearing.

In half a second, the embodiment of light would have been blown to pieces along with Mike's fist, but fortunately, Xu Fu appeared at that moment. His electrified fist struck the monster's jagged cheek, throwing it out of the room like a ball of flesh, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust.

“I have to admit,” Mike said, blushing and rubbing his almost numb right arm, “things aren’t quite what I expected.”

“Things are never as you think,” Xu Fu said with a smile, pulling him up. “Do you have the energy for another round?”

"You must be joking, right?" Mike moved his fist, which was slowly regaining feeling, and snorted, "We haven't even warmed up yet."

The American boy rose again and continued his relentless charge, repeating his previous actions. However, with Xu Fu's help, things were much easier. He continued to engage the American boy in close combat, while Mike used his aura to conjure various shaped heads to smash at the monster, functioning similarly to a pursuit-type support. Their monstrous battle shook the heavens and earth; a magnificent green light adorned the ravaged battlefield, and the earth groaned in devastation.

During their collaboration, the American boy was knocked back countless times, but he always returned, just like countless times before. He was an unkillable beast, never tiring, and fighting him was like a marathon without an end, with the only outcome being that the opponent would exhaust their last bit of strength.

Ultimately, the huntress laid the foundation for this battle.

The jet-black fighter jet rumbled to the ground, countless flaps spewing plasma flames downwards to hold the fuselage in place. With a click, the hatch opened, the escalator descended to the ground, and the Huntress was the first to jump down.

"Helena, what are you doing here?" Xu Fu raised an eyebrow, thinking she must be crazy. What was she doing on a battlefield like this? She was just a mortal with flesh and blood. The Kevlar 080 body armor might protect her from bullets, but it couldn't protect her from being punched by just anyone on the battlefield. On a battlefield like this, she would be torn to shreds in an instant by this enraged monster.

The beast, which had just been knocked down, stood up again a hundred meters away from them, its fierce and burning gaze dark and menacing. Xu Fu instinctively stepped forward, shielding Helena with his body, and said, "You shouldn't have come. This isn't a problem you can solve."

"So can you solve this problem, great hero?" Helena snorted and replied, "Sometimes, you don't have to solve problems with your fists. Sometimes all you need is... just a name."

An elderly couple, their hair white as snow, helped each other down the escalator from the pest control company and stopped on the ramp at the entrance. The old woman turned around, covered her mouth in horror, and said in a trembling voice, "Oh my god, that's...? Is that my Xu Fu?"

“No,” said her old companion, “it’s not him…it can’t be him.”

But upon seeing the trembling old man, the beast stopped as if a tamed tiger had seen its master. It let out a low groan from deep in its throat, then suddenly knelt down, causing the whole earth to tremble.

“I hacked into a project called Pretty Boy in the Waller Files, trying to find its weaknesses, but I came up empty-handed…except for one thing.” Helena paused, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“All children share a common weakness,” she said. “That weakness… is called parenting.”

Chapter 1786 Prison Visit

Mike sat on the hard public seat, head tilted back, a hoarse voice hanging from his lips and loud snoring coming from his nose. The people sitting on either side of him would occasionally cast curious glances, scrutinizing the unshaven boy from head to toe with strange looks, as if examining a rare animal.

Mike didn't know how long he had slept. He only felt someone suddenly grab his shoulder and shake him, as if trying to talk to him, but in his current state, the voice sounded like something indistinct coming from underwater. He opened his eyes sleepily, the white light stinging his eyelids. He couldn't help but rub his eyes unconsciously: "Huh, is get out of class really over?"

The people around him couldn't help but laugh, and even the person who had woken him up couldn't help but laugh. He blinked twice before he could see that the person standing in front of him was a prison guard who was waist-high, with a slender figure that created an imposing presence.

"Get up, you brat." The warden couldn't help but slightly twitch his rigid facial muscles, seemingly concentrating all his energy to maintain a serious expression: "Your turn."

Only then did he remember that he had come to visit someone in prison.

Mike yawned, stretched, and didn't want to face his annoying old man. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Why don't you just tell me the old man doesn't want to see me, then I'll go home and we'll both save ourselves the trouble?"

The warden was stunned; he had never seen anything like it in all his years of service. “But the prisoner agreed to meet with you.”

"So, you, as the older brother, don't know how to switch... Fine, fine, then I'll go with you." Mike stood up helplessly, making an expression that said, "I'm magnanimous and can tolerate your willfulness."