The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1369

Not to mention Roy and the others, even Zul'en, who was the first to be attacked, was unable to react immediately.

The opponent's speed was incredibly fast, even faster than the blink of an eye. By the time Zul'en'a came to his senses, he had already been attacked.

Fortunately, his body, forged from N metal, was tough enough; otherwise, this sudden attack could have been fatal.

His attackers clearly knew they couldn't kill him in one move, so they kept harassing Zul'an, pushing him backward as he crashed through numerous concrete walls.

Because the opponent failed to penetrate his body, and because he is not like an ordinary creature, as long as the pirated Mother Box that serves as the core is not destroyed, no matter how much his body is ravaged, it will not really cause him any harm.

Therefore, Zul'an did not push the attacker away immediately, but instead took a good look at the latter.

The attacker had grayish-green skin and looked somewhat human overall. His eyes were hazy, like a gray glass window, reflecting nothing.

The attacker's body gave the impression of being slender, but this did not mean he was weak. On the contrary, the fact that he could propel himself, a solid metal block, at such a high speed proved that he was quite strong.

It looks like a Martian with gray skin.

This was the conclusion Zul'an came to. He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but after seeing the other person's bald head and face, he always had a sense of déjà vu.

Before Zul'an could figure it out, the attacker's originally gray eyes suddenly turned blood red, and crimson electricity began to burst from his eye sockets. A moment later, two crimson rays shot out from them.

A powerful surge of energy instantly engulfed Zul'A's upper body. Zul'A was all too familiar with this ability; it was Superman's signature heat vision.

However, the opponent's output far exceeded that of Superman in his normal state. According to the Mother Box's calculations, it should be about 1.5 times that of Superman, which is quite an impressive number.

It's important to know that Superman's heat vision in his normal state is already capable of easily melting steel. Apart from some special creations, very few things can stop Superman's power.

If the opponent's output were to increase threefold, even his body, made of N metal, would be melted.

Zul'an couldn't wait any longer, because while he was calculating, the attacker's output had already been increasing continuously, and in less than two seconds it was already twice that of Superman.

Zul'A activated the Mother Box, and the next second his body disappeared into the attacker's arms. When he reappeared, he was directly above the attacker.

Because of the opponent's similar appearance to a Martian, Zul'A's first choice was to use a fire attack. Flames suddenly ignited in his palm, then transformed into a fire snake that coiled around the attacker's body.

To be honest, the temperature of the flames was far lower than the heat vision emitted by the attackers themselves, but Martians are not actually afraid of high temperatures; they are only afraid of flames.

If you use flames to burn them, you'll never kill a Martian, but flames are enough to scare them to death.

However, the flames enveloping the attacker had no effect on him; instead, the attack led him to discover Zul'an'a's whereabouts.

The attacker didn't turn around; instead, a face suddenly sprouted from the back of his head, and then his limbs flipped over, grabbing Zul'an once again like an octopus.

'Even their physical characteristics are the same as Martians.' Zul'an manipulated his body, flowing like water to escape the attacker's grasp, while he kept observing the latter.

'There's no Omnitrix logo on it, so what is this thing?'

Because of his original Batman identity, Zul'A had some understanding of the Omnitrix. He also knew that Yang Le could fuse two different alien races together to make up for the shortcomings of a single alien race and achieve a result greater than the sum of its parts.

The attacker's situation was very similar to the melting technology Yang Le had described, so Zul'A thought that Yang Le had returned and transformed into a fusion hero to attack him.

However, the other party did not have the iconic Omnitrix logo on him. Although Yang Le had said that the logo could be hidden, if the other party was really Yang Le, then he would have no reason to hide it at all.

Although Yang Le often does things that he can't understand, he is essentially lazy and won't do anything unnecessary unless absolutely necessary.

Therefore, Zur'en'a concluded that the person in front of him was not Yang Le, but an enemy he had never faced before.

Zul'A, who had transformed into liquid metal, chose a suitable spot to revert to his original form, and then punched the attacker in the face. The immense force sent the attacker flying, crashing through the entire building before finally coming to a stop.

"Whoosh~" The attacker used his flight ability to stop in mid-air, while Zul'an had already flown out of the hole and was hovering in the air.

The two simply gazed at each other from afar, like two statues, as if they weren't the ones who had just wanted to tear each other apart.

"Who exactly are you?" Zul'an asked, extending his right hand. A drop of glaring blood clung to his raised index finger.

"This is the blood I just obtained from you. I've tested it and found several types of DNA in it, including Martian, Kryptonian, Amazonian, and even some from ancient gods."

"Your blood is like a bunch of young people who've just started a music party; it's so chaotic that I can't find the right words to describe it."

"Honestly, it's a biological miracle that you didn't die. I even want to make you into a specimen and preserve you forever."

"I am far more aware of my own good fortune than you, an outsider."

The attacker hugged his own body, his expression like that of a collector who had finally acquired a work of art he had long desired.

"If I had known earlier that I was such a genius and so lucky, I would have put my ideas into action long ago."

Zul'an raised an eyebrow. The other person's tone sounded familiar, and combined with the other person's familiar appearance and the current location, he came to a surprising conclusion.

“Could it be…you are Lex Luthor?” Zul’A asked incredulously.

“It is I.” Luther spread his hands. “Now it’s my turn to ask you: Who exactly are you?”

(End of this chapter)