Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 545: Punching Lex (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)
Force lightning is not just lightning. This move, which symbolizes the highest power of the Sith, actually represents the madness and destruction of the dark side of the Force.

When struck by Force lightning, not only will physical damage be done to the target, but the pain and torture hidden in the dark side of the Force will also be inflicted on the target, torturing the target's spirit and bringing endless pain and despair to the enemy. Ultimately, the lightning will disappear only when the enemy gives up their own life.

Such a powerful move will not only attack the enemy, but also further pull the caster towards the dark side of the Force.

The most intuitive manifestation is the decay of the body. Luther had just released lightning when his skin turned as gray as ash. His body seemed to have skipped middle age and gone straight to old age, with sagging skin all over his body.

The lightning released from his palm rushed towards the ceiling, and followed the guidance device that had been buried long ago, and rushed directly to the ground.

This underground base occupies a much larger area than the above-ground club, at least covering the area of one street around the above-ground club.

At this moment, the agents who were chasing Martin had not yet realized what was happening underground. According to routine procedures, they stayed on the ground and sent trace investigators to turn the club upside down. They also forced all the people who were originally prepared to deal with Martin to the street and outside the club to wait for the superiors to send a car to pick them up.

"There has been no clear directive from the higher-ups yet. This matter seems to be more serious than we thought. I can't even find someone to take the blame."

The people in charge of the scene lowered their heads to work, while the special agents gathered in twos and threes, discussing in low voices.

Intelligence personnel working in the Special Zone inevitably have to deal with all kinds of people, and have long since developed keen senses that can detect the wind direction in various places.

After all, the Special Administrative Region is the political center of the United States, and any case that occurs there, no matter how small, may be linked to politics.

If you don't have keen senses and just follow the obvious procedures, you would have been thrown out and become the scapegoat long ago.

"What should we do now?"

All the special agents are discussing this issue.

The best way for them is to wait where they are, wait for orders from their superiors, and then take action.

This way, no matter what the final result is, they don't have to take responsibility.

Unfortunately, things are not as good as these people think.

When the special agent in charge was about to find a few more excuses to delay time, lightning shot up from the ground, piercing through the soil and the bricks and cement covering the ground, spreading through the air to the sky, like towering trees that instantly grew into towering trees, covering the entire street where the club was located.

"What happened outside? Report to me immediately."

The special agents were certainly not blind. They clearly saw a large amount of lightning coming out from below, and they were surrounded by the lightning. They immediately realized that something was wrong.

Their question received no response. The Force lightning rushed into the sky, but instead of illuminating the night sky, it summoned more dark clouds, obscuring the area.

When lightning struck, it released strong electromagnetic energy, like a large flash bomb. After a flash, electrical appliances on the entire street exploded. The machines specially equipped by the intelligence departments were also affected and could no longer be used.

"Don't worry about these suspects anymore, call our people to retreat quickly."

"Fuck, these damned superhumans, they have dragged us into something horrible again this time."

The special agents were aware of the seriousness of the problem, but the electronic props around them were unable to work due to the strong electromagnetic waves. They could only rely on manpower to call their men and leave quickly.

Due to various rules or personal reasons, they ordered their men to leave immediately and ignored Luther's men.

However, they realized too late that something was wrong, as the Force lightning rising from the ground began to close like a human hand.

Wherever the Force lightning passed, all matter instantly turned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

This is the true power of Force Lightning. They can transform into lightning, or into fire, flood or other disasters, but their only purpose is to destroy their enemies with unbridled madness.

"Get out of the way!"

The special agents sitting in the car were directing their men on which direction they should move quickly, but when they saw the lightning in the sky closing in and the earth and rocks underground turning into ashes, they quickly ordered them to stop.

But it was too late, not only for these agents, but also for people active in other buildings on the street.

It was already night, and people were either going home or going out to have fun. And because this was Washington, D.C., people were not afraid of the intelligence department, so the street was crowded with people watching the fun.

However, when Force lightning struck the ground, they went from being spectators to being the fun.

Screaming, crying, cursing... countless negative emotions emerged from the fugitives. Under the influence of the dark side of the Force, they even turned into tangible black smoke, rising into the sky, surrounded by Force lightning, like a ghost beside a tiger.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

The agents from several departments were furious. They had lost their minds and kept yelling at the people blocking their way. No one listened to what they said and these people actually pulled out their pistols.

"enough!"

Just when things were about to develop in a bloody direction, a roar suddenly came from underground, ringing clearly in everyone's ears, like a heavy hammer hitting them on the head, finally bringing these people back to consciousness.

But such clarity is short-lived. It is hard to pick out good people in this street even in the secular sense. When big things happen, they only care about themselves.

Rather than saying that the dark force influenced them, it would be more accurate to say that they themselves wanted to use others as stepping stones to escape.

Just before they showed that ugly appearance again, the ground suddenly cracked. The people who had only thoughts of escaping felt the ground begin to tremble and subconsciously searched for something that was shaking the ground.

They saw the Luthor Club sink directly into the ground, and then stone pillars rose from the ground, directly blocking the Force lightning that was about to merge.

Amidst countless flying pieces of earth and rocks, two figures were entangled with each other. Their speed was so fast that it was beyond the limit of what ordinary people could capture with their eyes. Only shadows remained in the air.

"I've had enough of the farce that's been going on here today!"

Martin roared, clenched his fist, and smashed it hard into Luther's face.

Even though Luthor's body was wrapped in Force lightning, Martin's fist protected by the light side of the Force still tore through the outer lightning and punched the guy's already shriveled face.

"You are not qualified..."

The lightsaber in Luthor's hand was gone. He was completely immersed in the dark side of the force. He wanted to draw strength from Martin's anger, but his body was hurt.

"It's disgusting what's happening in this city, and you're a selfish idiot for calling yourself a 'genius'."

Martin was too lazy to listen to this guy's nonsense, and he scoffed at his attempt to use the dark side of the Force to interfere with him.

Not to mention that the light side of the Force itself has a dynamic side. Even if Luthor really wants to pull Martin into the dark side, these dirty ideas of his are nothing more than a small fight for him. What's more, after the Clone Wars, as long as there are still living Jedi, how many have not faced their own dark side.

"Now!"

boom!
The Force in Martin's body began to burn and turned into golden flames, directly tearing apart the Force lightning on Luther's body, revealing his mutilated body to the world.

Luthor wanted to say something, but he had no more strength. He could only continue to absorb the negative emotions around him and transform them into dark force to provide him with more power.

"Give me!"

boom!
Martin punched Luther on the head. Luther, who was rising, crossed his hands in front of his chest to block, and then fell to the ground like a meteor.

He didn't give Luther a chance to breathe. He stepped on the bald man's chest with one foot and pressed him directly to the ground.

"surrender!"

dong dong dong...

Martin swung his fists continuously, and his fists burning with golden Force flames fell like raindrops, hitting Luther directly and tearing off all the Force lightning on Luther's body.

At the same time, the huge force from his fist was transmitted downwards through Luther's body. The whole street was shaking, and the buildings were swaying, just like building blocks built by children, which would fall down with a push.

Luther's body was embedded in the ground and soon he looked like a nobody, with almost all the bones in his body broken.

Even so, the bald man did not utter the word surrender, but used the dark force to maintain his body that was about to collapse.

Although this behavior is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, even if he managed to escape from Martin, the erosion of the dark side of the force would cause his body to collapse immediately.

Just like on the Death Star II, when Anakin Skywalker returned to the light side of the Force, his broken body lost support and he died physically not long after.

Martin punched Luther on the head hundreds of times in one breath, and finally stopped after his anger subsided.

But he still kept his foot on the stove's chest to prevent the guy from trying to escape.

Even if all the bones in his body were broken, he would only have his last breath left.

However, we cannot tolerate those who actively enter the dark side of the Force. We must always be vigilant and alert to the opposite sex in order to see through their schemes.

"You won't get any news from me."

All of Luther's teeth had fallen out, and if he moved his lips even slightly, large amounts of blood would flow out of his mouth.

But he still used his voice and the Force to convey his thoughts to Martin: "Maybe I am not as good as you in combat ability, but my will is just as strong. My anger and hatred will continue. Don't even think about getting any information from me by reading my mind."

"The biggest difference between you and me is that I have comrades."

Martin ignored Luthor's final resistance. He directly took out the mother box, opened the sonic boom channel, reached out and grabbed a Martian hunter.

The Martian Hunter was still dizzy. He was arranging the personnel division of the new city when a hand suddenly stretched out from his side. If he had not sensed Martin's active consciousness, he would have turned into some kind of giant beast and bit him.

Even so, he still didn't understand why Martin called him to his side in this way.

After I landed on the ground, Martian Hunter took a casual glance at the surrounding environment and roughly understood that Martin called him here to clean up the mess.

"Who is this?"

Martian Hunter looked down at the person at Martin's feet and couldn't recognize that this guy was Luthor.

"This is Luthor. He wanted to fight me with the dark side of the force, but he ended up getting beaten into this state."

Martin removed his foot from Luther's chest, stretched out his right hand, and used the Force to gently move the dying guy out and place him in front of the Martian Hunter.

"Nice object control skill. Is this the Force?"

Martian Manhunter was an expert. Although he only watched a brief process, he noticed the proficiency of Martin's memory and sensed a corner of the light side of the Force.

"If you are interested, I can teach you how to sense the Force later, but now let's deal with Luther first. We need to dig out all the secrets in his head."

"Of course!"

Martian Manhunter nodded, half-knelt in front of Luther, and put his hand on this guy's forehead.

"I felt that this person's thoughts were filled with anger, jealousy and hatred that were almost transformed into a tangible flame, burning all external perceptions."

Martian Manhunter tells Wanting about his feelings about exploring Luthor's consciousness. After all, it was also his first time to come into contact with the dark side of the Force.

"This is the characteristic of the dark side of the force. It will gradually turn a person into a beast."

Martin glanced around and noticed that those who were originally trying to escape were slowly approaching, but he ignored these small fish and shrimps and focused his attention on the Martian Hunter. He said to him: "The dark side of the Force is extraordinary. If you need help, I'm here. Don't be stubborn."

"The resistance I encountered was not fierce. I have already dug the address of Savage's secret base out of this guy's head."

Martin frowned at Martian Manhunter's words: "Is it because your telekinesis and the Force are not from the same system that you encountered strong resistance?"

"I still feel pain when I come into contact with Luther's anger. There are also unexplainable sounds lingering in my ears. These can prove that the Force also has an impact on my telekinesis."

Martian Manhunter directly denied Martin's speculation, and he realized that staying away was not that simple.

"That means Luthor deliberately released these marks to cover up his real plan."

Martin placed his hand on the Martian Manhunter's shoulder and patted it gently, using the Force to convey the message to him.

"Just look for the memories related to Savage. As for the secrets that are so hidden, you don't need to worry about them. I can probably guess some of them."

"Then I have nothing to do. I have dug out all the valuable information."

When the Martian Manhunter heard Martin's words, he withdrew his consciousness and slowly stood up.

(End of this chapter)