American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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However, the second man clearly saw through her intentions, but he didn't stop her. He just stood there with his arms crossed, a strange smile on his face. Helena studied him intently, and he looked at her with interest, his gaze like a teacher awaiting a student's answer.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the sealed room became eerie and terrifying. The air, already stifling due to the airtight structure, grew increasingly heavy. The two simply stared at each other silently, like masters of ancient martial arts testing each other's auras before a duel.

But Helena didn't immediately realize she had lost. Despite her arrogant nature preventing her from admitting it, she knew she was already halfway to defeat. She still couldn't extract any useful information from her opponent, while the man remained motionless, maintaining a confident and playful smile. Behind those soft, dark eyes seemed to lie a hawk-like sharpness, and Helena instinctively felt that all her secrets couldn't be hidden beneath those eyes, as if even the mask on her face could be seen through.

He (BBFI) definitely knows the Huntress's identity. After all, she's the one who stole all the data from the entire league.

Stunned, Helena decided to take the initiative and analyze the situation. But insightful questions like "Who are you?" and "What is your purpose?" were obviously meaningless. The interlocutor had been pacing them like a dog for a week, and Helena didn't expect him to answer those questions so easily.

So she decided to change her mind.

"Able to easily hack into the security protocols of the Watchtower and the Batcave, and even know the secrets of the thirteenth floor of Wayne Tower..." Helena lowered her voice, looking at the person she was speaking to, and asked in a low voice, "You and us... what exactly connects you with Batman?"

"Hmm... Did you see that?" The man smiled faintly. "As expected of the eldest daughter of the Wayne family. But to be honest, I was quite surprised when I saw your file: that someone like Bruce Wayne would have a daughter."

Helena frowned: "What did you do to Batman?"

“Don’t worry, he’s fine. Actually, he’s resting in the secret room behind the wall behind me. You can go get him in a few minutes once everything is ready. He only suffered minor injuries. I just arranged a place for the Dark Knight to get a good night’s sleep,” he said.

Helena was somewhat surprised by his honest and straightforward answer. He continued, "Shockwave, Flash, and Green Lantern, you don't need to worry about your three young comrades either. I played a little prank on them, rendering each of them incapacitated, but if left alone, they should wake up in a few days. I promise there won't be any consequences."

Such a clear and precise explanation completely disrupted Helena's original questioning rhythm. She had only intended to say a few words casually to divert the other person's attention, but at the same time, her right hand had already secretly reached for the darts and folding crossbow under her cloak, waiting for the other person to be distracted before launching a sudden attack with lightning speed.

Even Batman was once defeated by this man in his own cave, which was enough to prove how powerful he was. Helena realized that she had no chance of winning against him. If even the old Batman lost to this man, then her chances of winning were probably extremely slim.

Therefore, a surprise is her best opportunity.

But to her surprise, the other person seemed to be intentionally opening up to her directly, and she didn't sense any strong hostility from him, which made her hesitate about her actions.

As if oblivious to her hesitation, the man continued softly, “I know you want to ask this question. You may think that what I did was aimed at your team, at all of you, but in fact, it was only aimed at one person on your team.”

“Xu Fu?” Helena interjected.

“O?” The man finally showed an expression of near surprise. “How did you know?”

“Shockwave failed, Flash failed, and Green Lantern lost his imagination. You met Supergirl once, but you only tricked her into a small trap. Clearly, you weren’t interested in her,” Helena calmly analyzed. “And I must admit I’m no match for you either. You far surpass me in strategy, calculation, and strength. I don’t think I’m the kind of person who could interest you.”

She paused, then turned around: "You've fought almost everyone in the team, and you're the only one who let the new Superman go. If I'm not mistaken, the bomb in the opera house bathroom was deliberately placed there after you observed where we were all standing, right? You knew Xu Fu was there, and he had to face an explosion that could only delay him for ten or twenty seconds... but it was enough to leave you and him speechless."

"About." The other person appraised her for a moment, then smiled: "There's only one thing I must correct. My goal is indeed the new Superman, but don't underestimate yourself. You are very talented. Although you haven't been at your best these past two days, after observing you for a few days, I haven't lost interest in you. Besides, you are still young. Given time, I believe you will have a bright future."

Helena narrowed her eyes slightly. She felt increasingly strange. In this setting, from the tension between her own sword and her own vigilance to the praise and encouragement she heard from her enemy, she felt like a teacher grading a student... Oh no, this atmosphere couldn't be called tense. From the moment she entered until now, this person had shown no hostility whatsoever; the tension had always been felt solely by her.

"Alright, enough of the chit-chat. While I wouldn't mind sharing more with you, if this continues, his problem will just be solved like this. I intend to resolve our issues before that happens." As you can see, I overcame almost all obstacles and had a completely independent "communication" with him today. Yesterday, I planned to let Superman sleep for two more days, but he flew to the Outer Ring Galaxy for two days, busy with some things... so it saved me a lot of extra trouble."

Helena was secretly alarmed when she heard "Let Superman sleep for two more days." It sounded so simple to her, as if it only required moving a finger. For some reason, Helena instinctively believed that he could really do it and that he wasn't bragging.

“Alright, that’s settled then.” The man said, glancing intentionally or unintentionally at Helena’s hands hidden under her cloak. “Now you can throw darts and crossbow bolts; I promise I won’t interfere at this time.”

Chapter 1803 Absolute Suppression

As soon as the man uttered his last words, Helena's nerves tightened even more instinctively.

Of course, this guy had noticed it long ago, but he hadn't paid any attention to Helena's little tricks from the beginning. She was even certain that if she were to launch a sneak attack while the other person was speaking, this guy could definitely take her down.

But what's done is done.

Helena gritted her teeth and decided to proceed according to plan. With a flick of her cloak, she released two skillfully thrown darts, which flew towards her opponent with slight crackling sounds. At the same time, taking advantage of her opponent's momentary lapse in attention, she swiftly drew a crossbow, rapidly unfolded the double-barreled golden crossbow, and aimed at her opponent.

Helena's composite gold crossbow was made specifically for her; it is lightweight, portable, and takes only 0.5 seconds to deploy.

However, in that mere 0.5 seconds, her opponent had already staggered past two darts and closed in on Helena. Helena only had time to raise her crossbow before her powerful hand pressed down on her beautiful one. Helena felt as if a boulder was crushing her; she couldn't lift her arm, and the crossbow bolt could only be aimed at the opening.

Helena bit her lip slightly, then dodged abruptly, kicking straight at her opponent's lower body. The man took a half step back, but still didn't release his grip on her. Elena immediately unleashed a series of rapid punches, her right leg moving like a nimble snake, delivering continuous strikes. The man still didn't retreat, merely blocking the attack with his free hand. No matter the angle of her attacks, or how novel her moves were, her opponent always seemed to anticipate them, as if he could disarm her instantly.

Helena kicked eight times in a row, and her opponent blocked eight times in a row, but the hand holding her arm still did not let go, only squeezing her wrist painfully.

Helena released the crossbow bolt with her right hand, letting it fall from her grasp, but her left hand picked it up from the bottom, aimed at her opponent's back, and pulled the trigger. She didn't expect the shot to injure her, only that it would make her opponent flinch, release her grip, and at least regain some semblance of the initiative...

However, the man seemed to be gripping her right arm tightly during the struggle, unwilling to let go. Before the crossbow bolt could even reach her left hand, his knee suddenly rose, as if he had known beforehand, and slammed into her wrist. The crossbow bolt flew out of her hand involuntarily, tracing a beautiful arc, flying over Helena's head and landing behind her where neither of them could reach it.

Utterly frustrated, the man in the conversation still wore a smug smile. From the very first move, Helena realized she was completely on the defensive. This man seemed to read her mind, anticipating her every move. The more he analyzed her moves, the clearer it became to her. If he truly wanted to, she could take him down in three moves at most. Yet, he deliberately gave her opportunities to strike, while she merely analyzed and responded casually, even occasionally offering approving remarks on some of his creative and perfectly executed moves.

He seemed to be completely looked down upon.

Helena was instantly enraged, the thought of defeating this enemy filling all her thoughts. She had to defeat him no matter what. When the next unpleasant thought flashed through her mind, she didn't hesitate to get to the point.

She suddenly abandoned her punches and kicks, took a step forward, and rammed her entire body into her opponent's arms.

This move was clearly completely unexpected. The calm of the interlocutor, who had seemed to have seen through everything from the beginning, vanished instantly, replaced by a rare expression of surprise. Helena's boxing style was utterly untraceable in any martial arts school in the world; no, it couldn't even be called a boxing style. From a theoretical perspective, Helena's move was simply opening a door wide, leaving her body riddled with holes, almost all her vital organs exposed to her opponent. But if you disregard the fighting aspect, her move was like... like a little girl reunited with her lover after a long separation, rushing into his arms.

This change caught him off guard, and it happened so quickly that his interlocutor barely had time to think. Almost instinctively, he released Helena's hand, took two steps back, and dodged her "attack."

As expected!

Helena realized this might be her only chance in the entire battle. A black arc of light erupted from her purple cloak as two darts, held between her fingers, streaked through the air. The sharp darts plunged into the man's neck, sending a chill through the air. Without the slightest restraint or mercy, her strike was all-out, as if she wanted to sever his arteries. Even if she wanted to hold back, she couldn't stop.

Since her opponent was much stronger than her, she had no choice but to use her killing move almost instinctively without thinking.

The man's eyes suddenly flashed, his playful gaze instantly turning several times sharper. He struck suddenly, his speed seemingly twice as fast as before. His right hand and interlaced fingers plunged straight into Helena's arm, hitting a vital spot. Helena's arm went numb, her strength instantly diminishing. The dart tip could only weakly rest against the man's throat and neck, ultimately leaving two shallow bloody marks.

The man continued his attack and disarming, snatching the dart from Helena's hand, blocking her arm, elbowing her in the waist, hooking her knees behind her, and finally using his arthritis to hold her and forcefully kicking her to the ground with a side kick.

The entire sequence of actions was executed flawlessly, and the battle was resolved in just two or three seconds. This made Helena acutely aware of the difference in their abilities, further convincing her that her opponent simply hadn't yet mastered their true power. Perhaps her earlier unreasonable and unorthodox tactics had angered him, leading her to decide to teach him a lesson.

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“Well said.” I didn’t expect my conversation partner to release her hand and give me an approving smile: “You have a very quick mind.”

Helena paused, taken aback. She didn't mind making a little joke or doing a few awkward movements, but the compliment made her uncomfortable. She was too exhausted to argue, so she sat up, resting her hand on her damp arm, and asked, "You're not angry?"

"Angry? What's there to be angry about? We're here to knock out our opponent in a real match, not a boxing match. What rules and regulations are there?" The opponent scoffed, "Any move that helps defeat your opponent is a good move. Like that move you just made, you almost caught me."

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After saying that, he chuckled and said, "But how do you know I'll back down? You're so beautiful, how do you know I won't take advantage of you?"

“Your ring,” Helena said calmly. “There’s not a single mark on you that I could guess what’s going on, except that you’ve taken off your wedding ring. For someone like you, I don’t think that’s careless indifference… On the contrary, the fact that you’re unwilling to take it off shows that your feelings for your wife are too deep, even to the point of being rigid and pedantic. Because of the needs of the mission, you’re even unwilling to temporarily remove your wedding ring.”

"So I might subconsciously avoid girls who throw themselves at me." The man sighed helplessly in a low voice, "Before we got married, she even teased me about this, saying that if I ever lost my way, it would only be in terms of emotional intelligence... She's not wrong."

He turned around, took a small remote control from his pocket, and pressed the switch lightly. Only then did Helena notice the black metal cabinet standing in the shadows of the room; its color and tone were so similar that she hadn't noticed it before.

The metal cabinet opened automatically under his remote control, revealing a black battle suit hidden inside. This suit was very different from the ones he had worn before: it was also black, but with a beautiful metallic sheen, and a fiery red bat on the chest, as menacing as purple blood.

Helena had never seen such a material before; she was certain that such a beautiful and delicate metal did not exist on Earth. Staring at the red bat on the chest of her suit, she instinctively asked, "Who exactly are you?"

"Name? Telling you won't hurt, since you're unlikely to find it in this world's database." The man activated his armor and said softly, "My name is Roy Green, you can also call me... the Winged Knight."

Chapter 1804 First Contact

The ceiling of the sealed room was suddenly breached, and red and blue residue spilled into the room, violently rubbing against the air and making a rumbling sound. Dust flew upwards like a thin shroud.

Xu Fu first noticed Helena sitting against the wall, and quickly sat down to ask, "Are you alright?"

Helena simply pointed in his direction: "Be careful..."

Before Xu Fu could even speak, he was struck by a blue pulse. The powerful explosive force sent him flying across the room, crashing through the walls, and escaping the secret chamber.

Roy Green, who called himself the Winged Knight, emerged from the darkness wearing ultra-thin black alloy armor. A blood-red bat adorned the armor, completely blocking his physiological functions; even Xu Fu's senses were oblivious to it, so he easily overlooked his target.

“Yes, he’s smart. He used gamma-level vision to disable the engine circuitry, which shows he learns very quickly.” Roy walked to the hole in the wall where the number “093” had been knocked out, and the pale blue light on his palm gradually dimmed. “But he still lacks experience and training. He doesn’t have the habit of going in to check the surrounding environment.”

Xu Fu punched through the wall, somersaulted several times in the air, and landed halfway on the roof of the opposite building. The sneak attack caught him off guard, but it wasn't enough to damage his steel skin. He frowned slightly, watching the black figure leap out of a recess on the 13th floor of Wayne Tower, landing gracefully on the roof like a gymnast, sparks flying from the black metal boots on the roof floor.

This is definitely not something a human could do. Xu Fu was absolutely certain that this black bodysuit contained a power system that could significantly enhance mobility; otherwise, it would be impossible for a human to cover such a distance.

“I can’t see through your armor,” Xu Fu said. “This isn’t earth element…are you an alien?”

“Indeed, my armor is not made of Earth metal, but of N metal. But I come from Earth... well, that’s a bit complicated. To be precise, I’m not from Earth.”

Xu Fu scrutinized the boy, a sense of unease creeping over him. Although he had never had the chance to meet him in person, he knew about this magical metal from comics. It was rumored to be one of the most powerful metals in the universe, virtually indestructible, and possessed a special connection to magic; if used in a game, it could be considered a god-tier equipment material.

This guy had crafted a complete suit of tight-fitting armor out of n-metal, donned a helmet with short bat ears, and even had his own mark drawn on his chest... Incidentally, it was still a blood-red bat.

“My name is Roy Green,” the other man continued. “I believe you’re already guessing what I’m after, so I might as well tell you. To be honest, you’ve been my only purpose from the beginning, and I’ve done all this for….

Xu Fugang had barely finished speaking when he felt an immense gravitational pull suddenly grab his body: a pale blue traction beam emitted from the other person's palm had seized him, catching him off guard.

“Superhero Lesson One…” Roy’s other hand suddenly transformed into a green-glowing dagger, stabbing straight at Xu Fu’s forehead from mid-air: “…Don’t get distracted while you’re talking!”

He was careless, but his quick reflexes made up for it.

The instant Xu Fu reached his opponent, he slammed his feet into the ground, leaving two deep tracks on the roof before stopping on the damp floor. The building's owner might need to consider replacing the ceiling. Extending two fingers, Xu Fu caught the approaching Kryptonian dagger, flicking them away to shatter it into two pieces of green fluorescent dust that danced in the wind.

Kryptonite doesn't work on him, that guy must know that, so why is he still trying?

What he didn't expect was that this was Roy testing another possibility. The Winged Rider didn't have Kryptonite from this universe, so he tried attacking with a Kryptonite dagger from his own universe, but that still didn't work on the new Superman.

Xu Fu thought to himself, but his hands didn't slow down at all. His right hand reached for the other person's shoulder like lightning. He gained speed faster than a bullet, and he was quite certain that the other person was alone and couldn't dodge at all... But the moment his fingers touched the tight armor, the man's shoulder suddenly contracted, and his thunderous grab missed its mark.

I never expected this.

A bright red halo followed closely behind, the light source emanating from the center of the opponent's belt, blinding Xu Fu. The Red Sun Generator—this wasn't unexpected, but Xu Fu was certain that if he were the opponent, he would at least be prepared for it.

The radiation momentarily slowed his movements, and Roy seized the opportunity to kick Xu Fu in the knee from behind, while simultaneously striking his cheek heavily with his elbow, which was enhanced by the power system. This power system was designed based on the Batman Anti-Superman armor; the cold touch of N-metal pierced Xu Fu's radiation-weakened face like a heavy hammer, causing him pain.

But the Red Sun was still within his expectations; it was the only obvious flaw he noticed, and it couldn't be said that he hadn't anticipated it. Xu Fu hurriedly stood up, and in the instant the speed increased, a heat beam shot out from his eyes. The ultra-heat beam was highly concentrated, condensed together, and accurately aimed at the Red Sun radiation source on the Winged Knight's waist.

Although the radiation from the red star would weaken it, the effect would be minor and very slow. Furthermore, the device simulating the red sun requires extremely high precision in its construction; even slight damage to the wiring would cause it to malfunction. Therefore, it couldn't possibly survive a single thermal shock. Consequently, Xu Fu didn't give this weakness much consideration.

However, the second contestant didn't dodge; instead, he fired an arrow at just the right moment. The system built into his leg armor allowed him to move like a ferocious tiger or cheetah, whipping through the rooftops in a whistling vortex. Two beams of heat struck the light source at his waist, causing the light to suddenly veer off course. The luminous beams seemed to have struck an invisible mirror; the deflected laser exploded, piercing everything on the roof.

It's another new technology: a plasma polarization shield specifically designed for thermal vision. A man named Wing Knight added a plasma polarization shield to his Red Sun Generator, which automatically activates when it detects that the thermal vision is being hit.