Chapter 154 Man of Action
Chapter 154 Man of Action
"Where is the central codex?" Faora's fist halted, and her gaze turned cold as she fixed it upon General Swanwick.
General Swanwick breathed a sigh of relief and regained his composure. "If you want to know the whereabouts of the central codex, he will arrive soon."
"Do you understand the consequences of deceiving me?" Faora scoffed.
General Swanwick remained silent. Lois Lane had mentioned the central codex in previous news, but the details about it were not entirely accurate. It was stated that it had arrived on Earth with Superman.
Lois aimed to inform people about the existence of aliens without causing mass panic. If people were to learn that the genetic material of the entire Krypton race resided within Superman, it would change the situation. Therefore, General Swanwick, among others, knew what the Central Codex was but not where it was located. They could only wait until Superman chose to reveal its location.
General Swanwick instinctively looked at Superman. Superman appeared somewhat surprised but maintained his silence.
The scorching sun beat down, and time ticked away, one minute after another.
Faora grew increasingly impatient, and just as she was about to speak coldly, a small wormhole suddenly appeared nearby. The wormhole rippled like a cloud, and a figure leaped out of it.
Stephen embraced Lois Lane and Carol Ferris as they arrived.
Both women looked around in astonishment, marveling at this extraordinary mode of transportation. Upon spotting Faora and the Kryptonian spacecraft behind her, the women retreated to the side. Lois Lane grabbed her camera, ready to capture the moment.
"Do you know where the central codex is?"
Although Stephen's unconventional arrival surprised Faora, she cast a few glances but didn't take him seriously. His physical abilities were no different from the average humans in this world, making him appear non-threatening.
"Kryptonite doesn't affect her," General Swanwick sighed in relief and reminded them.
"It doesn't affect her?" Stephen turned around, holding the kryptonite dagger in his hand, and watched as Superman, now wary, stepped back. Stephen chuckled, "It's not that it doesn't affect her; you just haven't found the right way to do so!"
"Earthling, you'd better answer my question." Seeing him ignore her, Faora snorted and reached out to grab Stephen.
Stephen raised his hand and tossed the kryptonite dagger into the air. With a casual motion, he blocked Faora's hand. She sneered, and the two engaged in a rapid exchange of blows. As Faora's adjutant, her combat skills and abilities were impressive, but Stephen was a formidable fighter. Their duel was fast, precise, lethal, and almost mesmerizing in its elegance.
This was a different experience compared to facing Superman. With Superman, it was all about brute strength and raw power.
Simple and straightforward, lacking finesse.
During the fight, Stephen glanced up at the falling kryptonite dagger, and Faora noticed it too.
Was he planning to defeat her before the dagger hit the ground? What an audacious Earthling! With a disdainful snort, Faora's movements suddenly accelerated, and she moved with a blur of afterimages.
Crack!
Stephen met Faora with a powerful punch, stronger than before. Caught off guard, Faora took a step back, only to find that Stephen had disappeared! She was about to search for him when she saw a streak of yellow lightning.
In the next moment, Faora felt like a hailstorm of fists raining down on her, with at least a hundred punches landing in just an instant.
"What kind of speed is this?" Faora muttered in disbelief.
She struggled to fight back, enduring the pain, but the yellow lightning surrounded her swiftly, and a barrage of fists came from all directions, making it impossible for her to defend herself.
Whoosh!
The lightning vanished, and Stephen abruptly stopped.
Faora trembled, and her armor shattered, falling to the ground in pieces. She knelt in black tights, her suction hood shattered. The sun's rays on her skin caused an uncomfortable sensation. Her hands trembled, and her vision blurred.
Stephen raised the kryptonite dagger, grabbed Faora's head, and lifted her body.
With the knife raised and then dropped, there was a piercing sound as the kryptonite dagger pierced into Faora's body.
"Ah..." Faora screamed in pain, shivering uncontrollably.
"Did you see that? It's not that the kryptonite dagger is useless; it's the way you use it that matters," Stephen chuckled, addressing General Swanwick. "Only Kryptonians who have absorbed the yellow sun and possess super abilities fear kryptonite. Superman was afraid before, but she isn't!"
"It's excruciating." Ignoring the bewildered onlookers, Stephen turned to look at Faora's pained and distorted face. He chuckled, "You've never experienced this kind of pain and weakness before, have you?"
"You..." Faora struggled to grab Stephen's wrist, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand. Kryptonite not only made her weak and agonized but also felt like it was draining her life force. She could taste the bitterness of impending death.
"The central codex..." she gasped with all her strength, raising her head.
Stephen smiled brightly and, while Faora listened intently despite the sensation of fainting, he spoke, "I... I won't tell you!" He then turned the kryptonite dagger slightly before pulling it out, and Faora collapsed to the ground with a piercing scream.
"Is she dead?" General Swanwick inquired tentatively.
"Who knows?...Huh," Stephen responded flippantly, gazing at the perplexed Superman and furrowing his brow. "Why haven't you been wearing red underwear?"
"Why did you kill her?" Superman, aware that Zod wasn't a benevolent individual, was nonetheless furious that Stephen had killed one of the few Kryptonians he knew. He had learned from Lex Luthor that Stephen wasn't a Kryptonian, but still, he had taken the life of one of his kind.
"Why? Did you wanted to do it?... Ugh! After that little streaching, my blood is pumping. So, Superman wanna have a showdown?" Stephen looked at Superman with interest, the eagerness in his eyes apparent. "I'm really itching for some action right now!"
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