The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1180

Although Class 23 was a little dizzy, he could still manage to stand up, or rather, that's what he was doing at that moment.

He was bracing himself on the wooden stick with all four hands, trying to get up, but when Yang Le saw this, he simply let go of the stick, causing him to fall to the ground.

"You've already lost."

Yang Le stretched out his right hand and aimed it at Ban 23 beneath him. Although the latter was arrogant, he was not a fool who couldn't tell the situation. Judging from the former's relaxed appearance, he could tell that the other party had not used his full strength to deal with him.

"Brother, your Four-Handed Overlord technique is indeed better than mine." Ban 23 rubbed his head with one hand and grabbed Yang Le's hand with the other as he got up from the ground.

"I won't say anything like that using something else would definitely win, since you said you'd only use the four-handed Overlord, it would be too unfair if I switched to something else halfway through."

"You must have been in many battles, right?"

"It's definitely longer than yours." Yang Le didn't remember the exact time, but it was definitely longer than Class 23's two-year period.

“The gap in experience between us is too great, and I can tell from your appearance that you know nothing about the physiological characteristics of the Tayjmans.”

“I know, it’s four arms.” Ban 23 spread his limbs. “I was trying to catch you off guard by attacking from both sides, but it didn’t work on you.”

"But now that I think about it, it makes sense. You're a four-armed overlord, so this method definitely won't work on you."

“You only know that there are four arms, but you don’t know how to use them at all. Your boxing routine just now is not suitable for the Four-Armed Overlord.”

Yang Le shook his head, then spread his arms wide and said, "Look at my arm length."

Upon hearing Yang Le's words, Class 23 focused intently on Yang Le's upper body and suddenly noticed that the other's arms were extremely long when outstretched. With his four hands combined with the slightly bent gripping posture of a wrestler, he felt as if he were caught in a net from heaven and earth, unable to escape.

“A person’s arm span is positively correlated with their height,” Yang Le explained. “The same is true for the Tayronians. I am an adult Tayronian and my height is close to three meters, so my arm span is also about three meters.”

"I have arms that are nearly three meters long. As long as you maintain the right distance, you can't beat me with a boxing match no matter what."

"Moreover, the Tejomans are alien heroes who combine strength, speed, and defense. If you fight in a wide open space, using a boxing stance will only limit your superior field of vision."

As Yang Le spoke, he pointed to his four eyes and continued, "Besides four hands, the Tayjormans also have four eyes. You have excellent vision, so don't limit their potential."

Yang Le spoke very frankly, and Ban 23 listened and nodded. Although he was driven by his own consciousness after becoming an alien hero, he did not abandon this characteristic in the early stages of the Omnitrix design like Abedo.

Using the Omnitrix created by Azmith, he could only minimize the impact; if there was any impact, it would be very small.

“No wonder I felt a little uncomfortable when I was holding the sword.” Ban 23 scratched his head. “It seems that the consciousness of the Tetsoman was telling me not to do that, but I just ignored it.”

“I suggest you don’t suppress the alien heroes’ nature,” Yang Le pointed. “Without anyone teaching them, the alien heroes’ physiology will tell them what to do.”

“I will.” Ben 23 nodded. “I used to do it this way, but then my manager said those alien heroes were too barbaric, so I changed my style.”

"Don't listen to your agent." Yang Le rolled his eyes. "Life safety is not as important as those things. I'm sparring with you right now. If we were enemies on the battlefield, I could kill you in one move."

Ban 23 knew he wasn't lying; Yang Le really could do it. "I'll consider it." Ban 23 hesitated for a moment, then agreed, ultimately deciding to go back and discuss it with his manager first.

This is normal. Since acquiring Omnitrix, the person who has been by Ban23's side the longest is indeed his manager, so naturally he is happy to discuss everything with him.

"Alright, I know there aren't any particularly powerful opponents in your universe, so it's not like you, who grew up in a greenhouse, feel any sense of crisis."

Yang Le thought for a moment, then took a picture of the Omnitrix transforming into a shapeshifting monster after a burst of white light.

“Oh, Tech Bubble.” Ban23 snapped his fingers. “I love using it too. You can build a whole bunch of fun things. All those tech geeks are crazy about it.”

"This name is not bad."

Yang Le commented on Class 23's taste, and then, in a twist, transformed into a printing press.

With a buzzing sound, Yang Le quickly printed out a comic book, and it was even in full color.

"Here you go." Yang Le handed the freshly printed, steaming full-color comic to Class 23, who took it with a puzzled look.

"What is this? A birthday present? My birthday is still a few days away."

"These are experiences I've had myself, or experiences I've heard about from other people—the experiences of some superheroes."

Yang Le explained, "You can go back and take a look. If you still don't feel any sense of crisis after reading about these experiences, then I have nothing more to say to you."

Just as Yang Le said, some of his experiences are reflected in these comics, such as the zombie universe and the Earth crisis in the cinematic universe.

The things he heard included classic DC shows like Fatal Smile, basically anything that was as scary as possible. Yang Le thought that all of these things combined would definitely scare Class 23.

Readers of these comics in the real universe felt hopeless when they first encountered them, let alone Yang Le telling Ban 23 that this was a true story.

"Really?" Ban 23 casually flipped through the pages and saw the intensely expressive face of the zombie Reed, which made him shudder.

"Ugh~"

The thought that Yang Le said this thing was real made Ban 23 feel his stomach, which had just calmed down, churning again. But before, it was because Yang Le hit him; now it was because Yang Le's comics disgusted him.

He quickly closed the comic book, but the zombie Reed's big face was already imprinted in his mind, and the bits of flesh and blood hanging from the corner of his mouth were something he could not forget for a long time.

"I don't think I'll be able to eat dinner tonight."

"Who told you to open it now?" Yang Le was not one to stick to anything. "I only said you could look at it later, not that you could look at it now."

“Okay, mine.” Class 23 put the comic away, looking pale. “I’ll read it with reverence.”

'I hope this doesn't affect your condition,' Yang Le silently prayed in his heart before turning and walking into the house.

(End of this chapter)