CIATB Chapter 455 Item Race
Chapter 455 Item Race
Chapter 455 Item Race
Lor Zod showed absolutely no respect for his lost son, Jor-El.
In Krypton's early escape plan, launching some children to other planets was a last resort under the special circumstances at the time. However, after the crisis in Krypton's core temporarily subsided, what was originally just a side plan became a legacy social problem.
Older individuals like Kara Zo El are relatively better off, but those who were sent away as infants are often just a nuisance.
Carl El, Joe El's lost son, is an even bigger problem.
Lor Zod's rank was not high, but he was able to often follow Joe Al around, which was undoubtedly due to the care of his elders, so he naturally respected old Joe very much.
So, looking at Karl El, this son who had inexplicably appeared out of nowhere, Lor Zod found no part of him pleasing to the eye.
Does this kid know how much gossip has spread within the Legion because of his existence? Not to mention, how many of those bastards on Krypton's home planet will talk about Old Joe because of this?
Not to mention that Kal-El is now not only opposing Joe over a remote planet, but has even gotten involved with the Green Lantern Corps, which infuriates Lor Zod even more.
Lor Zod's fist and heat vision arrived almost simultaneously. Having abandoned his post to hunt down the surviving Green Lantern members, Lor Zod no longer cared about Sinestro.
His first target was to teach Kal'el a lesson, a foreigner who had never lived on Krypton even for a single day: "You traitor to the Kryptonians, you're siding with these Oars!"
"Before that, I'd like to confirm something."
Joey wasn't going to take the punch for nothing. He raised his left hand, using his bio-field to neutralize the heat from the thermal vision, then deflected the child's right fist to the left, pulling the child back towards him with his left hand.
At the same time, Joey swung his right hand back, intently gathering his strength: "You're twelve years old now, right?"
Joey said this simply to confirm whether the other person was an adult, since beating up a minor is not a respectable thing on any planet.
For Kryptonians, twelve years old is the dividing line between adulthood and not. At this age, Kryptonians, both physically and mentally, have at least developed to the point where they can stand on their own.
Lor Zod was the exception, as he developed much slower than his peers due to some innate reasons.
Joey's unintentional question was taken as a verbal provocation by the Zod dwarf, who, caught off guard, almost simultaneously retorted, "Of course I'm an adult, you bastard! &；*#￥%&%————!"
Judging from the other person's expression and emotions, the words might have been quite vulgar—but Joey couldn't understand them at all.
Joey's Kryptonian language was learned from the Kryptonian database, and it's very academic; he speaks it with the proper, square accent of the capital city of Kandor.
Lor Zod's incoherent rant, aside from the first few syllables, left Joey with the impression that the kid was just babbling on and on.
However, once he understood what had just been said and confirmed that the other person was an adult, Joey's fist, which had been poised to strike, was no longer waiting: "That's good."
Even under the control of Joey's bio-field, this punch, delivered over a mere half-meter distance, still created layers of sonic booms, its terrifying speed demonstrating the fist's extraordinary power.
The two Kryptonians' fists moved almost as fast as they communicated. With a loud bang, Lor Zod, who had been spouting nonsense, had no time to defend himself after his previous attack missed. He was directly punched out of the atmosphere, returning to the same place he came from.
Joey's powerful punch sent blood gushing from Lor Zod's nose in the vacuum of space, already making him dizzy. The punch not only shattered his helmet and visor, but the kinetic energy also caused his body to spin uncontrollably, sending him flying backward toward Metropolis on the other side of Earth.
Having achieved this, Joey didn't forget to continue the pursuit. The battle between the two Kryptonians was basically characterized by being both long and tedious.
Even after countless trials and tribulations, and having surpassed most Kryptonians in terms of stats, Joey would still have to put in some effort to overpower another Kryptonian elite with his fists.
Fortunately, he had some magical gadgets that could speed up the process, saving him some time and making the Zod lad suffer less.
Joey reached for his waist, pulled out a crudely designed pistol from behind his belt, and fired it into the sky.
It then fired out two red beams of light.
Watching the beam fire with its outstanding effect, Joey couldn't help but exclaim, "Who invented this little Red Sun Beam Ray Gun? It's so incredibly useful!"
Lor Zod, whose head was just buzzing from the punch, was struggling to regain control of his body when two red solar rays suddenly shot out from the ground.
The weapon that shoots out red sunlight is something Karl El carries with him?!
Lor Zod was well aware of Kryptonite's weaknesses and the red sun's light. He had scanned the Green Lanterns upon arrival and confirmed that they had no countermeasures.
But no matter how much imagination he had, he never expected that Kal-El, a Kryptonian, would carry that thing with him!
His armor, damaged by the previous attack and unable to maintain its seal, was instantly reduced to its original state by the two highly focused beams of red sunlight. Forget about maintaining any fighting ability, even breathing in space became a luxury.
Without the protection of the biofield, Lor Zod, whose breath caught in his throat, felt the vacuum outside rapidly stealing away the heat and life force from his body. He didn't care about anything else and hurriedly reached for the last emergency measure at his waist: the miniature nuclear fusion grenade, or in other words, the yellow solar grenade.
Although it is very expensive, it can give a Kryptonian the chance to "resurrect with full health" in extreme environments, allowing them to make a last-ditch effort.
"Have you made enough of a scene?"
In space, Joey held Lor Zod's hand firmly, his bio-field covering him to prevent him from freezing and suffocating in the vacuum.
"You cheated!"
Having been punched out of the atmosphere and nearly fainting, Lor Zod was naturally indignant at being defeated by his opponent using such unorthodox methods, especially since his opponent was Jor El's son, which only fueled Lor's resentment.
He immediately twisted his waist, ready to pull the pin with his other hand, detonate the yellow solar grenade, and fight Karl, that Kryptonian traitor, for another three hundred rounds: "You just wait—"
The other person's childish temper finally pushed even the good-natured Joey to her breaking point: "Are all you Kryptonians so unreasonable?!"
Aside from Jor-El, why is it that all the Kryptonians Joey has ever met in his life seem to have their brains controlled by their muscles, and they all have to initiate a fight with him the moment they meet?
Too lazy to reason with him, Joey immediately threw a punch. With a loud thud, the punch not only gave the guy a dark circle under his eye, but also instantly lulled the noisy Kryptonian little guy to sleep.