One by one, the Super Skrulls fell.
The Captain America duplicate was grasped by Superman formidable hand, his neck squeezed until it was as thin as a baby arm, suffocated to death.
Hawkeye, Natasha, and Sandman, three unlucky ones, were evaporated by Superman habitual use of heat vision.
Remaining duplicates like Doctor Octopus, Killian, Electro, and the Fantastic Four...none could withstand even a single encounter with Superman, all succumbing to his overwhelming power.
The citizens of New York and spectators cheered loudly.
Undoubtedly.
Superman had conquered their hearts.
Such absolute power awakened a longing in everyone.
However, many also felt a chill down their spine.
Especially those superheroes whose duplicates had been replicated with abilities seemingly comparable to their own. Seeing them so effortlessly annihilated by Superman instilled a deep sense of dread when they looked at him again.
For instance, all members of the Justice League on the rooftop were now accounted for — fallen in battle.
They exchanged looks, their feelings complex.
A mix of awe and fear.
Meanwhile.
At Stark Tower, in the top-floor apartment.
Tony stood in front of the window, silently watching the battle in the distant sky.
Beside him.
JARVIS, utilizing the city surveillance systems and visual data from the scene, continuously collected real-time data on Superman, calculating his strength and speed, and rapidly reported these findings to Tony.
The report showed off-the-chart figures.
"How can we compare?"
Hearing JARVIss calculations and seeing those astonishing numbers made Tony scalp tingle, leaving him with one dominating thought.
The Justice League has Superman.
What does his newly established Illuminati have?
Can they even compare?
Is there any comparability at all?
A string of questions swirled in Tony mind.
His gaze was locked on the sky, on the man more formidable than a deity, beginning to doubt himself.
The White House.
The President, while marveling at Superman strength, couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable sense of dread.
Superman, a god among men.
Regardless, one question had to be addressed now that Superman had come into full public view.
Earth, humanity.
Who really holds the power, men or gods?
This issue had also been touched upon in the movie "Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice," directed by Anton.
When Superman power surpasses all, and people worship and trust in him exceed current understanding, who dictates the terms of this world?
Is it humans, or Superman?
If it is humans, on what grounds can they command a Superman, who possesses absolute power and the ability to subdue the planet with personal martial might, to obey them?
And if it is Superman, what means do the defiant humans have to defeat him?
"Kryptonite..."
The President muttered under his breath, his eyes suddenly lighting up. He immediately turned to the many intelligence officers by his side.
"Listen to me, start searching for kryptonite right now."
"From Kansas to every coast, all the meteorites that have fallen into the sea or onto the ground, as previously marked..."
"Go find it now! We must find the kryptonite!"
His tone was firm and brooked no doubt.
"Understood."
The intelligence officers around him nodded.
The shock on his face hadn't faded yet, and he found nothing strange about the President order.
Coincidentally.
In meetings and exchanges among the top echelons of various countries and organizations around the world, this scene was almost simultaneously replayed.
"Kryptonite!"
"Batman never does anything without reason, although we don't know if kryptonite actually exists, Superman must have a weakness..."
"Mobilize all forces, we must find the kryptonite."
New York.
Near the spaceship at the battlefield.
Superman had killed most of kl'rt companions, and now, this group of super Skrulls led by him was reduced to a few straggling characters, cowering beside kl'rt, their faces marked by unshakable fear.
"Useless!"
kl'rt clenched his fists, his gaze sweeping over his few remaining subordinates, his expression very grim.
He was extremely disappointed by the performance of these subordinates.
If it weren't for a lack of talent among the Skrulls, he would have preferred to take matters into his own hands and kill these disgraceful subordinates himself.
"Get back to the spaceship."
kl'rt growled.
"No."
One of them shook his head, his expression bitter, "The spaceship has been invaded, it out of control, we can't get in, if it wasn't for this..."
As he spoke, the despair on his face grew more intense.
If it wasn't for this, even if they had to flee, they wouldn't be running amok in the skies above New York.
Such actions were simply waiting for Superman to come and kill them.
However, they couldn't return to the spaceship, they couldn't fight back, they couldn't hide, and they couldn't escape.
Facing their end, it seemed their only option was to wait for death.
"What?!"
kl'rt was shocked, suddenly turning his head to see Superman floating in front of them, his expression calm, having overheard their conversation as if he had anticipated this scene, a spark of realization flashing through him.
"cyborg... it him!"
kl'rt realized that his actions were completely under the control of his adversary.
He had thought, as he departed from the moon base to Earth, that there would be no force on Earth capable of opposing him, making his mission almost certain of success...
Now reflecting, kl'rt felt like a frog in a well.
The secrets of Earth far exceeded his imagination.
Batman, Superman, Cyborg—these names had never reached his ears during his many years lurking on Earth.
Even after their appearance, when kl'rt had summoned the scattered Skrulls from around the world, they could not find any specific information about Batman and the others.
Batman, Superman—they seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
This made kl'rt realize that Earth was not as simple as he had thought.
He had underestimated Earth and overestimated himself.
"Superman..."
kl'rt heart seemed to skip a beat as he caught Superman indifferent gaze, knowing that this was the final moment.
He couldn't possibly escape.
So he unleashed a powerful force, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.
"Even in death, I won't make it easy for you."
kl'rt bellowed.
The few remaining super Skrulls around him understood kl'rt was sacrificing himself to buy them time.
Their faces showed a mix of grief and anger as they dashed off in three directions.
With kl'rt buying time, they finally found a chance to escape New York.
If they could just evade Superman lock-on, they could use their shape-shifting abilities to blend into the crowd and escape this perilous city.
Boom!!
Then, in the next second, one of the super Skrulls was pierced through by heat vision, a massive hole appearing in his chest, his life instantly snuffed out.
Following that, this unfortunate soul fell from the sky, and the other super Skrulls didn't manage to escape either.
Blood painted the sky.
In front of kl'rt, Superman methodically crushed each of the remaining super Skrulls into dust.
Finally, he looked at the red-eyed kl'rt and spoke again.
"You must have been anxious..."
Superman tone was calm, but it carried a chilling murderous intent: "Don't worry, it your turn now!"