readsfreenovel Chapter 301 Mark—I Want a Beating
Chapter 301 Mark—I Want a Beating
Chapter 301 Mark—I Want a Beating
Immortal and his clone Kate are of little help in this battle. Neither Immortal's power, which is weaker than Mark's, nor Kate's numbers can hold back the Kryptonians in the slightest.
With a scream, Rey, the Stretcher, emerged from the gaps in her Kryptonian armor in her subatomic form. Her body rapidly expanded to normal size, and she lost her balance and collapsed to her knees upon touching the ground.
Mark, with his sharp eyes, noticed that her ankle had been gnawed away by something. The wound was so deep that it was barely visible to the bone; only a thin layer of skin and flesh remained connecting her to her leg.
Rey's abilities are almost a carbon copy of Atom and Ant-Man's, allowing her to shrink her body to the subatomic level to gain the upper hand in battle.
For example, like now, shrinking down to the size enough to penetrate the opponent's body and attack the vulnerable parts of the body structure in order to achieve victory.
Unfortunately, her abilities are not as good as Atom's, let alone Ant-Man's, and she has no idea what kind of strange and bizarre creature the Kryptonians are under the yellow sunlight.
Nam Iker saw right through the little girl's little tricks on a micro level, and he didn't even bother to put in the effort to stop her.
If Joey were still awake, he might have given the suicidal Elongator Rey a lesson about how, in some future universe, Atom once shrunk into the body of a middle-aged Superman.
That was practically an accident. Even though Atom was acting out of good intentions, he was still chased by a group of immune cells circulating in the Kryptonian's bloodstream. If he hadn't run fast enough, he probably would have been completely devoured by the Kryptonian's unreasonable immune system.
Rey's reckless entry into the Nitrogen Star's body at the size of a microorganism resulted in only minor injuries, such as missing limbs, which is considered a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
Nam Iker looked down and grabbed the helpless Rey, his large size making it look like he was holding an apple.
Mark felt his nerves tremble as he witnessed this scene; he knew exactly what the outcome would be.
Even he himself could easily crush Rey's head to the point of brains splattering under such circumstances with just a little force, let alone the Kryptonians whose strength far surpasses his own.
His heart sank—as always, his wrong decisions would bring bloody consequences.
"No! Stop!"
In a desperate situation, Mark even shouted out, but to his surprise, Nam Ike did not rush to take action. Instead, he watched as the battle, which had been centered on him, suddenly quieted down.
Every member of the Global Guard was hesitant to launch any significant attacks, fearing the consequences.
The battle suddenly cooled down, which left Mark somewhat incredulous: "Why?"
There was no reason for this Kryptonian to stop there. In fact, after a few rounds, he had already created gaps in the combined attack of the Global Guardians. He could easily find a weak point to exploit and then it was a one-sided harvest.
But he didn't do that.
However, Mark didn't expect to get any answers. First, Kryptonians had no reason to answer questions, and second, as the robot had previously obtained, this Kryptonian giant was mute.
"You ask me why?"
Nam Ike, whom Fiora called mute, unexpectedly spoke up: "Is that so hard to understand?"
"Huh?" Mark, still reeling from the blow, felt he'd encountered quite a few strange things today, but this was the first time a mute had spoken.
"So you're not mute?"
The robot standing nearby couldn't help but raise its hand to its forehead upon hearing this. Sure enough, the Kryptonian behemoth's next sentence was a testament to Mark's intelligence:
"idiot."
Nam's visor flashed on and off in sync with the pitch of the voice, indicating that the armor's built-in voice system was functioning.
"I may be mute, but that doesn't mean I can't make a sound. If you still have questions about why I didn't kill you all within three seconds, you might as well ask the smart person next to you."
Which one is the smartest?
Mark looked around before finally focusing his gaze on the robot.
The robot was unsure whether to be happy or sad at the invincible young hero's dazed expression: "...Hey, thank you for your recognition, Mark."
The robot had to admit that, due to the presence of the Kryptonian's bio-field, his estimation of the latter's strength was definitely off.
Before the battle began, the robot thought the entire guard could hold out for at least a few minutes, until they truly faced the Kryptonians' various tactics.
After comprehensively analyzing the data, the robot realized what a luxury this was.
This was only because the Kryptonian in front of him was holding back; he didn't take the battle seriously at all, he was just going through the motions, it was like he was toying with a child.
As for why they did this, the reason at least confirms another of the robot's guesses: "It seems that Kal-El is indeed of great status to you Kryptonians."
In order to continue the conversation with the Kryptonian in front of him, the robot even changed to address Superman in the Kryptonian way.
Following the robot's train of thought, it naturally understood the reason: the only reason these people were still alive after overestimating themselves by challenging an individual stronger than the aliens was because of Superman.
Unlike Mark, who has a similar background and experience to Superman, Superman's identity in Kryptonian society is probably not as simple as that of a dangerous wanted criminal or a rebel.
On the contrary, they are members of the highest echelons of Krypton, to the point that almost every move these Kryptonians make has to take into account Superman's own thoughts.
Listening to the robot's conjecture, Nam Ike let out a dry laugh in his electronic voice:
"Ha, there are almost no mistakes."
After the conversation was out in the open, the Kryptonian casually released the heavily injured hostage and handed him over to the guards to clean up.
No normal person would risk offending the son of the Kryptonian leader just for a moment of pleasure, right?
Besides, what fun is there in killing these pathetic so-called "heroes"?
"We Kryptonians are, after all, a reasonable race." Nam Ik's other hand pointed at Mark:
"Unlike his people, who abused violence to an extreme degree, bringing disaster upon themselves and leading the entire civilization to destruction."
Without a doubt, the "Mark's race" that this Kryptonian mentioned refers to the Vitrum aliens.
"Are you talking about me, and the aliens? And what do you mean by 'destruction'?"
The sudden shift in topic caught Mark off guard and reminded him of the other trouble he faced besides Superman: the Witrum Empire on the other side of the galaxy, which could visit Earth at any time.
Judging from this Kryptonian's behavior, he clearly knows some inside information about the Witrum Empire.
The question is—how did he know that?
"Intelligence gathering and analysis is a required course for second-year students at Krypton Academy, second only to poetry and dance."
Nam Iker and Fiora have been waiting on Earth for so long, they haven't just been sunbathing every day.
"The destruction of civilization is exactly what it sounds like—there are probably no more than 49 Vitrumians left in the entire universe, even including you."
"What?!"
Nam Iker's words shocked Mark and everyone present: "You must be talking nonsense!"
Mark's father, Nolan, described Witrum as an entire empire, so how could there be less than 50 people left?
"Believe it or not, you'll find out later anyway, and then it won't be my problem anymore."
To answer Mark's questions, Nam could even name each of the Vikings one by one, from two to fifty.
"No, that's not right." Mark's mind, still reeling from the shock of Nam's revelation, snapped back to reality:
"You're stalling for time so that the teleportation facility is completed so you can leave with Superman!"
The Kryptonian, who had been talking non-stop, paused for a moment, as if shocked by the invincible young hero's incredibly long reaction time:
"...Or what else?"
It's something that could be resolved with a few words. Why make things so ugly when everyone can go home happily in a few minutes?
"mark."
The robot behind me whispered a reminder: "We've already lost."
"No!"
Fueled by his own passion, Mark clenched his fist again and, through gritted teeth, uttered his challenge:
"Unless Superman wakes up and admits he wants to go to Krypton, I'm not letting you take him away like this!"
Mark might not be as smart as a robot, so he wouldn't dare to make a guarantee that Superman wouldn't suffer on Krypton, but would instead become a superior being.
But he knew perfectly well that there must be an underlying reason why Joey was constantly avoiding his fellow Kryptonians.
Even if Mark didn't know, he could understand something by putting himself in Mark's shoes.
If Mark were willing to abandon Earth and join the Witrum Empire, instead of being this foolish "Invincible Young Hero," his life would be far better than it is now!
"Aha."
Nam Ike wasn't too surprised to hear this. He put his hands together and moved his stiff knuckles. As the knuckles cracked, the soil and pebbles beneath his feet began to float slightly.
This is a situation where the Kryptonian biofield energy is rising and beginning to overflow further. Mark has already said this much, what else can he do?
Young is so good.
Leaving behind this exclamation, Nam, who had almost teleported there, sent Mark flying out of the atmosphere with a single punch.
Yes, for obvious reasons, he certainly couldn't actually kill Mark.
But that doesn't mean he couldn't beat Mark to death.