The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1184 Emergency Situation
Denasuk was stunned for a moment when he heard the whispers that sounded like hallucinations, until a heavy object was stuffed into his arms before he realized what was happening.

Denasuk initially thought it was Damian's hidden weapon, like explosives or something, but then he realized that such a weapon with a wide area of ​​effect should be prohibited.

Since Damian's next attack was delayed, Denasuk carefully took out what he was carrying and held it up to his eyes.

He was shocked when he looked. What he was holding in his hand was a crystal-clear gem. The greedy Denasuk was absolutely certain that it was a diamond.

It's a diamond the size of an eyeball, estimated to be around 100 carats, which is truly an unprecedented figure.

Denasuk and Miyamoto Usagi come from the same universe, which is closer to Japan during the Edo period. There is no advanced technology, and most people still fight with cold weapons such as swords. Ranged weapons are not common, and even if you see them, they are mostly bows and arrows.

Mining precious metals is already difficult for them; without the support of modern technology, obtaining diamonds is basically a matter of luck.

Having lived for so many years, Denasuk had only ever seen a diamond once before, in the hands of a general, but that diamond was only the size of a grain of rice, and couldn't compare to the one in his hand at all.

It was thanks to Denasuk's greed that he gained a wealth of experience; otherwise, some other country bumpkin might not have been able to recognize what a diamond was and might have mistaken it for glass.

However, even if it's glass, a glass with this level of translucency would be quite expensive. As mentioned earlier, the universe of Denasuk is very backward, and even a piece of glass can sell for a lot of money there.

Therefore, this diamond was more than enough to make Denasuk admit defeat, and even his life was worth it, since he was originally a man who made a living with a knife and did what he did for a living.

Opportunities like martial arts tournaments, which are absolutely safe and allow you to make money through martial arts skills, are rare. He originally just wanted to come and make a small fortune, but he never expected to soar to great heights.

“Alright, you little rascal.” Denasuk returned the diamond to his pocket intact, then tucked it into his belt to prevent it from falling out.

"Everything you said is right."

Denasuk then threw down his katana, punched himself in the eye socket, and lay down on the ground.

Damian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Denasuk was so decisive. Actually, he still had three diamonds in his belt. He was originally planning to ask Denasuk to raise the price if he didn't agree, but now that the other party had been bribed with just one, it saved him a lot of trouble.

Don't misunderstand, Damian wasn't worried about giving too much; he was afraid that when the smoke cleared, others would see that he was bribing someone. He had never cared much about these material possessions.

Moreover, these diamonds weren't his personal property; they were handcrafted for him by Yang Le after he became a Kryptonian, which is one of Superman's classic moves.

Yang Le carried these diamonds with him precisely for unforeseen circumstances. Even if he didn't encounter Denasuk, he could still use them as projectiles. He didn't believe anyone would ignore the act of throwing diamonds.

Damian was surprisingly lucky; after stuffing in a bunch of counter cards, he actually ran into a deck that countered him. He really made a profit this time.

The smoke gradually dissipated in the wind, and by the time the two reappeared before the audience, the outcome was already decided.
"Denasulk is eliminated, Damian wins!"

The spirit referee announced the result, and then Denasuk, who was lying down, was teleported out of the arena, while Damian was sent back to the ground just like in the previous game.

Before Damian could even catch his breath, he heard a commotion at the scene. Not knowing what was going on, he began to search around for the object that had caused the crowd to gasp.

He quickly locked onto his target, because it was so conspicuous: the referee, now a spirit, was shouting and yelling above the scene, and the one receiving his words was the bewildered Four-Armed Overlord.

"What happened?" Damian frowned, eager to find out what had happened. Miyamoto Usagi, who had finished the match early and watched the whole thing, gave him the answer. "Your friend used a cursed weapon." Miyamoto Usagi's eyes gleamed with inquiry, clearly not believing the "facts" he was saying.

"What? This is impossible!"

Damian was quite certain that although Ban 23 was an annoying egomaniac, he was definitely not the kind of guy who would resort to underhanded tricks; at most, he would only use a few minor schemes.

Besides, he has the ability to do such a thing.

Miyamoto Usagi thought so too. He didn't believe anyone would do anything unnecessary when victory was assured. It was like using a fly swatter to kill a mosquito while also having a flamethrower ready – it simply didn't make sense.

But they had no chance to speak at this moment, as Class 23 had already been teleported back to the ground, and his teammates had also been teleported to an unknown place.

As soon as he landed, a large group of guards surrounded him. They were solemn and held various weapons, treating Ban 23 as a prisoner.

Faced with this situation, Class 23 seemed at a loss. He had indeed cracked down on many criminals, but he had never committed a crime himself. He really didn't know what to do in this situation.

Faced with a barrage of boos and the malice surrounding him, he finally acted like a child.

Just as Ban 23 was in a panic, two figures landed in front of him. One was Damian, who had drawn the Soul Sword, and the other was Yang Le. Because of the N Metal, he did not need to become an alien hero to jump into the arena from a high place.

"Get out of the way, we are arresting a criminal!"

The head guard shouted, and Yang Le couldn't help but slap him across the face. The speed was so fast that no one present could react.

Only the guard who had been whipped covered his swollen cheek, his face filled with shock and anger.

"Watch your words," Yang Le said coldly, completely ignoring the tense guards around him.

"Things are still uncertain, so don't give my friend that unpleasant nickname. Remember, there won't be a next time."

"stop!"

The Supreme Name strode over, leaning on his cane, accompanied by a worried Splinter, who, due to his height, couldn't see what was happening inside the wall of people.

Only after the guards consciously dispersed did he see that Yang Le and the others were safe and sound, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Your Excellency, I feel there’s more to this than meets the eye,” Splinter said as soon as he stopped. “Ben is definitely not the kind of kid who would resort to underhanded methods.”

The Supreme Name did not respond to Splinter's words. Unlike the latter, he had clearly seen what had just happened.

"I apologize to you for the wording of my subordinates, Mr. Yang Le."

(End of this chapter)