I, Silver Superman, have been upgraded to Omniscient and Omnipotent.

"Oh no, this is bad!"

A look of terror appeared on his mechanical face. He tried to quickly retract his fist, but it was too late.

Boom!

Under the Chief Justice's bloodshot gaze, his fists clashed violently with his disciple's in an instant, exploding with two incredibly powerful and indescribable bursts of pure force from their fingertips.

Click!

boom!

A deafening roar erupted, the universe shattered, spacetime collapsed, all things withered, and life was extinguished. The power was of an overpowered level, terrifying beyond anything a small universe could withstand.

How could its petite and delicate cosmic body withstand the fierce battle of two powerful beings bombarding it from within? And this wasn't even a direct confrontation; the aftershocks alone would have been enough to destroy its hundreds of millions of brothers, sisters, and cosmic brethren.

Ye Ritian, watching from the sidelines, looked at Arithm with disdain and the gaze of someone looking at a fool.

"What an idiot robot. I think we should consider replacing him as the God of Judgment. Since you were able to subdue the disciple in one move, you should know his abilities. That's the way to know your enemy."

You've won every battle, yet you still fall into his trap. Blinded by rage, you attack him, which only allows him to replicate your power. In that sense, you're essentially fighting against yourself, like using your left hand to fight your right.

How can you withstand being knocked down by your own power, or even having it amplified countless times? If you directly attack him with your own fists, you're already on the decline…

And indeed, that was the case. Aristam was blasted away by the disciple, flying backwards for an unknown distance through space. Aristam was inwardly groaning in agony.

"I was careless, I didn't dodge...!"

Since the opponent has the ability to copy, it's impossible to attack him directly. The only option is to use the old method of covering his head and blindfolding him with something.

He felt a terrifying force in his fist, a force that shattered the program code within his body with overwhelming power.

The damage spread throughout his arm, rendering it useless, and many internal parts were damaged; his body suffered unprecedented destruction.

The machine's joints were misaligned and severely worn, emitting thick black smoke reminiscent of a car accident on Earth.

Because Arithm attacked his disciple, he copied the disciple's strength, advancing himself from the early stage of the Breakthrough Existence level to the middle stage.

The disciple, however, was quite dissatisfied. His face was filled with malice and resentment. He wasn't happy about the increase in his strength; rather...

Why didn't that punch kill you?

He had not only copied the opponent's ability, but also infinitely amplified it a million times before unleashing it. He was furious that he had failed to knock out Arithm with a single punch.

"If one punch isn't enough, then give me another! You ugly robot, you can stop at nothing by grabbing me, but you dare to teach me how to do things and keep nagging in my ear. You've gone too far! My disciple is invincible, okay?!"

Enraged, the disciple cursed at the chief justice and prepared to set off immediately to deliver a fatal blow to Aristom and send him to his death!

Pfft!

A voice rang out, and the disciple felt a sharp pain in his heart, a sweet taste in his throat, and a small amount of bloody liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Cough cough!"

Wha, what?

What happened? He looked down and saw a snow-white, translucent longsword piercing the disciple's body. You must know, he was a mid-stage existence-level expert. Could someone really get close to him without him noticing and launch a sneak attack?

"Who, who dares to ambush me!" The disciple screamed in agony. Although the longsword had pierced his heart and was still in its place, the attack had not killed him. He believed that once the sword was pulled out, his heart would heal itself.

He possesses extraordinary strength, how could he possibly die so easily? He has a ton of copied abilities and divine power within him, including an infinitely long lifespan, making immortality a piece of cake for him.

The disciple prepared to turn around, his back to the person. He didn't know who it was... Wait, there are only three people here. I knocked Arithm away. Besides Ye Ritian, who else is there?

How dare he...

"what!"

The disciple screamed in agony. Before he could even turn around completely and see how his opponent had attacked, a suction force like that of a black hole suddenly came from within.

"Damn it, Ye Ritian, how dare you ambush me! When I turn around, I will definitely defeat you, torture you, and then cruelly kill you!" the disciple shouted hoarsely, desperately resisting the attraction and trying his best not to be sucked away.

"Oh, really? Then let's talk about defeating, torturing, and killing me after you turn around!" Ye Ritian said sinisterly, as if revealing his true colors.

Pfft!

The longsword pierced a few more inches, the pain amplifying his nerves countless times. A force pushed against the back of his head, preventing him from turning it.

"what!"

The disciples let out a piercing scream.

He wailed, "You wretched scoundrel! Judging from your tone, you seem to know me very well, as if you can't let me... turn around!" The disciple felt that the other party knew his abilities better than he did. Why wouldn't he let him turn around?

Is it really that scary to turn around on your own?

Ye Ritian chuckled. "Trying to trick me into revealing information?"

"Yes, I know you, disciple. You delivered yourself to my doorstep; I didn't go looking for trouble with you!"

While using his right hand to continue piercing the disciple's body with the Superman sword, he used his left hand to press down on the back of the disciple's head to prevent him from turning around.

A small black hole appeared on Ye Ritian's stomach, a black hole the size of a human brain and body, constantly emitting a powerful suction force that pulled at the disciple.

"Ah! You despicable Ye Ritian! What kind of superhero ambushes me? If you've got the guts, fight me face to face! Do you dare?" The disciple screamed in agony as he endured the Superman sword twisting wildly inside his body.

He also had to endure the powerful suction from the black hole behind him. He didn't know what was attracting him so much, but he knew he absolutely couldn't be sucked away, or he would die!

He had to resist the other person's left hand forcefully turning his head back so he wouldn't turn around to look at them. Otherwise, once he could see the other person attacking him, he could instantly turn the tables.

Ye Ritian remained calm and said indifferently, "Sorry, I'm not a superhero, so I can use..."

After a pause, seeing that no one was around, Ye Ritian shushed him and decided to tell him a huge secret. He was willing to share his secret with the young, blond disciple.

"Shh, keep your voice down. To be honest, I'm a despicable and shameless person. I'm only telling you this, so please don't tell anyone else!" Ye Ritian said in a serious voice.

He tortured his disciple while talking, piercing his body with the sword of Superman.

Pfft!

Pfft!

*Thud!* The Superman Sword rubbed repeatedly inside the disciple's heart, pulverizing his internal organs.

"Ah! Damn Ye Ritian, let me go if you dare, I want to fight you eight hundred rounds!"

The disciple's face was changing rapidly, a look of unbearable pain, transforming into a ferocious expression at an unbelievable angle.

A suction force prevented him from turning around and moving, causing him to slide with his back to Ye Ritian. He couldn't see what the other party was doing; the other party was cunning, subduing him from an angle he couldn't see.

This was even more terrifying and powerful than the way Aristom had subdued him, and the disciples were enraged:

"Damn it, why is it that I have such a powerful ability, but at the same time have such a strange restriction? I can't copy the opponent's strength just because I can't see them make a move. Why is this suddenly appearing ability so peculiar and strange?"

The disciple's mentality collapsed, and he suffered a mental breakdown. Why is it that this sudden ability, which seems so strong, still has such a flaw? How can he fix it?

Upon hearing his disciple's words, Ye Ritian couldn't help but chuckle, looking at him with a mixture of envy, jealousy, and resentment. He thought to himself...

"That's because you're a bug in the world. When someone is too powerful, the world will give them a weakness. As someone with cheat-like abilities, you should be content. With this power, where can't you go except for Oaa? Given time, not to mention surpassing Oaa, being comparable to the original transcendent is inevitable. As for surpassing the original transcendent, don't even think about it, unless you're the protagonist of the world!"

"Let's see how long you can hold out!" Ye Ritian sneered, and increased the suction force of the black hole.

Even the power of fairies burst forth from within, extending countless slender black hands that grabbed the disciple's shoulders, legs, and waist, pulling him over bit by bit.

The disciple's face changed drastically; if this continued, he would die sooner or later and be dragged away.

His expression gradually became distorted, his mind twisted, and his will numb. No one knew what kind of inhuman torture he was suffering. He was just a greenhorn, a young man with lofty ideals, venturing into society at midnight.

The disciple roared furiously, "No, spare me! I won't be your enemy anymore, Ye Ritian! I didn't come here to cause you trouble. It was Arithm who captured me! Spare me! Spare me!"

The disciple was finally frightened, and his body was rapidly retreating.

He didn't know how far he was from the finish line before it would suck him away, but if he let it continue like this and things remained in a stalemate, he would surely be doomed.

Ye Ritian revealed a cruel smile and sneered.

"It's too late, disciple. I sensed your attempt to challenge me, even your attempt to kill me. To tell you the truth, I can sense when someone in the universe calls my name!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he increased his attraction and brought himself closer to his disciples, making them feel almost within reach.

"What?! You knew everything?" The disciple's face showed utter terror. He had known all along that he wanted to challenge him, plunder his abilities, and kill him.

Damn it, I should have known better than to be so arrogant back on Earth! I've been so cocky and domineering all this time, and now I've finally met my match.

"Bring it to you!"

Ye Ritian roared madly.

After such a long stalemate, it was time for things to end. The disciple let out a terrible howl and was eventually swallowed up. In fact, the black hole in his stomach was connected to his body, and the disciple was sucked in, becoming a member of Ye Ritian's own army of power.

"Infinite replication and infinite stacking? It is very powerful, and it would be considered brainless even in the vast universe. It's evenly matched with the initial stage of the giant white egg Ye Fu from Ultraman Max. I don't know who is stronger between the two of you, but in front of me, 'Ye Ritian, the Silver Superman of the Idealist,' everything else pales in comparison!"

"The disciples have been fully absorbed," Ye Ritian commented.

If the disciples are given time to grow, theoretically they also have unlimited potential, which is at least at the peak of their potential, and it is only a matter of time before they stand on the same level as the original transcendent beings.

But he is not the main character of Marvel. In the Marvel concept, there are invisible and inexplicable upper limits. The fact that he cannot be on par with or even surpass OAA shows that he can only rely on others and be stuck at a certain peak threshold.

"Tsk tsk tsk... What a pity, I have to say this little trash is indeed a 'talent'..."

boom!

Arithm arrived from the distant universe, his body staggering as he flew, just in time to witness the vanished disciple being devoured by Ye Ritian. His face was filled with terror.

"Ye Ritian, you swallowed that unkillable and strange fellow's disciple?"

Holy crap, you're that strong! You can even kill this kind of special, unusual kid, but I can't.

The only option is to seal him away. If we hadn't analyzed and found the loopholes in his abilities, we might not have been able to successfully subdue him.