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Mr. Zero stared at Mike, who had suddenly appeared, his heart tightening with vigilance. Pressing a hand against the communicator in his ear, he muttered coldly, "He's here."
The Star-Breakers—a secretive organization that normally thrived in the shadows—had recently become more active and daring with their operations.
Such abnormal behavior was an obvious sign—it was a trap.
Adding to this suspicion was the earlier battle in Chamonix, where Mike had appeared and rescued members of the Star-Breakers. From this, they deduced that the mysterious enemy who had intervened was connected to the organization.
Thus, their assumption was that the Star-Breakers were deliberately using themselves as bait, luring Star Company's forces into pursuit, only for the mysterious man to strike and decimate the pursuers, inflicting heavy losses on Star Company.
Now, seeing Mike appear on the battlefield confirmed Star Company's suspicions.
But since the company had already anticipated the Star-Breakers' scheme, they naturally would not miss this opportunity to eradicate their enemies.
It was the perfect example of "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."
Casting a glance at the superpowered heroes of Star Company already locked in combat, Mr. Zero's eyes gleamed with contempt.
These worthless cowards—bullies who preyed on the weak, ignorant of courage and honor!
The moment Mike appeared, fear spread through them like a plague. Their fighting grew hesitant, their movements timid, and some even unconsciously kept their distance from Mike.
Clearly, the company's choice to use this mysterious enemy to cull these "heroes" was the right one.
Mr. Zero sneered. More portals opened, and waves of reinforcements poured out.
This time, however, the newcomers were all clones.
The instant these clones appeared, the so-called heroes of Star Company actually breathed sighs of relief.
They didn't know these people, but as long as reinforcements had arrived, they could cling to hope.
For none of them had the courage to face Mike head-on.
Even now, the memory of the battle where Mike had destroyed Star Company's headquarters still haunted them. Just the thought of fighting such a monster again sent shivers down their spines.
"Kill them."
Mr. Zero's command was flat, emotionless. At once, the newly arrived clones charged fearlessly at Mike and the Star-Breaker squad.
Meanwhile, four identical clones clasped hands. Their pitch-black eyes flickered, and mysterious energy surged from their bodies, spreading outward to envelop the battlefield.
Spatial Lock.
This was the power of those four clones.
They were called Space Locks—their ability created a barrier that sealed off space, trapping enemies within while shielding themselves.
Most importantly, within such a barrier, all spatial abilities were suppressed.
They had been engineered for one purpose: to capture teleporting superhumans.
Now, with four of them combining their powers, the strength and range of the spatial barrier grew exponentially.
Only after the barrier was complete did Mr. Zero finally relax.
An enemy who wielded both overwhelming strength and spatial abilities was far too troublesome—slaughtering their forces like chopping vegetables, only to slip away whenever danger arose.
If Mike's spatial powers weren't sealed, there was no point to this battle.
Now, however, the real fight could begin.
Standing outside the barrier, Mr. Zero allowed himself a thin, satisfied smile.
Inside the battlefield, with Mike's arrival and the influx of clones, the fight instantly descended into bloody chaos.
Mike seemed to vanish into the fray, a blurred shadow weaving through enemies. Wherever he passed, there were only explosions of blood and mangled corpses left behind.
To the superpowered heroes of Star Company, Mike's strength was overwhelming. The vast majority of them couldn't even withstand a single punch.
As for the tougher ones, a sweep of his heat vision reduced them to lifeless husks.
Even the Star-Breakers themselves froze in shock at the sight.
Seeing it firsthand was nothing like watching it on a screen—the devastation, the sheer presence, was crushing.
From the moment Mike appeared, the battlefield had fallen under his dominion. The pressure on the Star-Breakers was lifted almost completely.
In her Vengeful Spirit form, Gwen gazed at Mike's unstoppable rampage, a faint bitterness welling in her heart.
Right now, Mike was only fighting with his Kryptonian powers.
Which meant Clark could have done the same.
But Clark was too kindhearted—that was why Star Company had captured him.
In the eyes of their enemies, even kindness became a weapon. That was why Gwen, once so gentle herself, had gradually accepted killing, silently changing with time.
She exhaled deeply. But in her current state, her breath emerged as blue flame, instantly incinerating two enemies into ash.
She couldn't let her father shoulder this burden alone. Family had to learn to share the weight.
The fire in her eyes surged. After commanding Three-Eyes to guard the Star-Breaker jet, Gwen threw herself into the fray with a wild, arrogant laugh.
Compared to Mike, her methods were cleaner.
The azure flames burned so fiercely that only scraps of charred remains were left in her wake.
"Die!"
With a furious shout, Gwen thrust out her hands. From her web-shooters burst a torrent of threads, dense and countless, raining down upon the crowd.
The instant her enemies touched the webbing, blue fire flared along its strands, clinging to their bodies.
Screams filled the battlefield as one enemy after another was reduced to drifting ash.
Elsewhere, Mike appeared beside Gwen, dragging an enemy by the neck. With a casual flick, he tossed the corpse aside. When another fool charged at him, his eyes gleamed, and twin beams of heat vision blasted, reducing the man's head to pulp.
The battlefield fell eerily silent.
One stood on the ground, the other hovered in midair—two figures at the very heart of the carnage.
In mere moments, over half of Star Company's hundred-plus combatants had been annihilated.
The scene resembled a hellish slaughterhouse.
And now, the so-called heroes of Star Company began to falter.
They had come to capture enemies, not to march to their own deaths.
Panic gripped them as they staggered back, shouting frantically into their communicators:
"Quick! Open the spatial barrier! Let us out! We can't beat them!"
But Mr. Zero only said coldly, "How could we allow that? The enemies are far too dangerous. If you're released, ordinary civilians might be harmed. You're superheroes—I trust you'll defeat them!"
Then, after a pause, a strange smile tugged at his lips.
"Come on, everyone. Do your best."
The remaining "heroes" stared at him, their faces twisted with horror.
"You're joking… right?"
One of them asked in disbelief, eyes locked on Mr. Zero.
But he simply regarded them with a blank expression.
And in that moment, the surviving "superheroes" broke completely.
(End of Chapter)