Slaying Through the Universe, I am the Ancestor Mark
Chapter 1: Awakening
The silence of the library was shattered by the soft scratching of a pen across paper.
Mark Grayson leaned over his desk, his fountain pen racing across his notebook.
To him, the "happy education" of Western classrooms was little more than child's play.
But the inertia of an East Asian Involution King etched into his soul had driven him to start tackling university-level knowledge long ago.
This diligence, so out of place with his surroundings, was like a small thorn that pricked the hearts of those around him with an inexplicable irritation.
"Hey, Omni-Man's son? Mark Grayson, right?"
A raspy voice suddenly boomed, breaking the library's tranquility.
A tall, muscular Black youth swaggered over, his eyes filled with contempt for the "nerd."
"Your dad's flying all over the world being a hero, and here you are, hiding away and pushing a pen?"
"A man should be sweating on the basketball court, not huddling here and putting on an act!"
As the words fell, everyone studying in the library looked over with terrified expressions, their eyes hiding a sense of pity—
Is this guy an idiot? He's so bored that he's provoking Omni-Man's son?
His old man won't care how rich or powerful your family is!
Besides, compared to his hero father, Mark Grayson looked more like a villain.
Clearly, this Black student was a new transfer and had no idea who he was messing with.
Unaware, the youth walked up to Mark's desk and swung his elbow toward Mark's shoulder, wanting to teach this "outlier" a lesson.
But instead of the dull thud of colliding bones, a piercing pain shot through his own elbow.
Looking down, a silver fountain pen was firmly embedded in his elbow, the barrel still vibrating slightly.
"Today is my eighteenth birthday."
Mark slowly raised his eyes, which showed no emotion, only a hint of annoyance at being disturbed. "I have something very important to verify, and I need to finish this quickly."
"Why did you have to cross me right now?"
"Besides, I really hate blacks. How does a mere piece of property dare to bark in front of me?"
"Do I need a piece of property like you to teach me about masculinity?!"
He stood up, his frame looking thinner than the other boy's, but the moment he raised his foot, the power was undeniably brutal!
He delivered a vicious kick to the youth's abdomen, knocking him flat onto the ground.
Mark leaned over, pulled the pen out of the boy's elbow, and rubbed the barrel with his fingertips, his disgust undisguised.
"This is my favorite pen. It's been with me for three years. You really should compensate me for this."
With that, he raised his foot and stomped hard on the youth's head.
Once, and then again.
Dull impacts echoed through the library as the boy's head was pressed against the cold floor, his bones letting out an overburdened creak.
His features began to deform slightly, and his screams were broken by the agony.
Mark's movements suddenly stopped.
Because he knew that one more kick would kill the guy under his foot.
It didn't matter if this piece of property lived or died, but it would interfere with his upcoming plan to protect his Earth.
Mark could clearly sense a strange yet powerful force surging and growing wildly within the muscles of his legs.
It flowed through his veins to his entire body; every inch of bone was burning, and every muscle was becoming stronger.
Eighteen...
The day a Viltrumite's powers awaken.
It had finally arrived.
Mark squeezed his hand, his knuckles letting out a crisp crackle as a sense of power far beyond that of an ordinary person condensed in his palm.
He was not the original soul of this world.
From the moment he transmigrated and was born into the Grayson family, he knew his father was the man known as "Earth's strongest hero," Omni-Man.
He also knew he was in the anti-hero comic book worldcalled "Invincible."
In this world, Nolan Grayson's glamorous image as Omni-Man was all a facade; he was a brutal vanguard of Viltrum.
His sole purpose for coming to Earth was to eliminate its high-end combat forces and pave the way for the Viltrumite Empire's conquest.
Only because he was touched by Earth's warmth did Nolandecide not to touch the planet as long as his wife Debbieand son Mark were alive.
And the breaking point of this decision was Mark's eighteenth birthday.
The original Mark was supposed to awaken his powers while taking out the trash, but this awakening meant the Viltrumite longevity genes were activated.
Mark's lifespan would far exceed that of an ordinary Earthling—Nolan could no longer wait for the day his son passed away, and there would be no turning back from the Empire's mission.
Thus followed everything: Nolan massacring the Global Guardians, beating Mark to force him to join the Empire, and finally having his remaining fatherly love awakened by Mark's words, leading him to flee Earth in disgrace.
From the day he transmigrated, Mark knew the trajectory of his fate.
But he had never been sure if he was in the original Prime Universe.
After all, in this world, there were people like Angstromwho had awakened the ability to travel through parallel Universes.
Among countless Variant Universes, it was perfectly normal for a Mark Grayson who couldn't awaken superpowers to appear.
So all these years, he had never relied on the so-called "Viltrumite bloodline."
He had just studied desperately to leave himself a way out, planning that "even as an ordinary person, I will live as the best."
But now, the power in his palm was burning and real.
He not only awakened, but also possessed this Viltrumite power sufficient to suppress the entire Earth.
If I can have power exceeding Homelander's, why the hell should I keep studying!
Who does Homelander think he is?
Homelander, your punches aren't fast enough, and definitely not ruthless enough!
I'm going to be the Homelander, and I don't eat beef!!
Mark casually stuffed his notebook and books into his satchel, his movements carrying a sense of freedom as if a heavy burden had been lifted!
These things would never be needed again!
No one can understand the sheer exhilaration an East Asian kid feels when they no longer have to memorize books!
This feeling is just awesome!
He looked out the library window; sunlight streamed through the glass but couldn't penetrate the cold light in his eyes.
Was Nolan's mission about to begin?
Was the downfall of the Global Guardians coming?
So what.
He wasn't the naive original soul who was left bewildered after being betrayed by his father.
He was a transmigrator, an outsider who knew the entire plot.
No one can hurt my Earth!
Now that the Viltrumite power had awakened, this planet, this world, needed a new way of living.
Are kings and nobles born to their stations?
Mark turned around, ignoring the dying youth on the floor and the terrified stares of those around him, and walked straight out of the library.
The sunlight outside fell upon him, casting a long shadow of the youth as the power in his palm continued to surge.
He had more important things to do.
Just then, a cold mechanical voice suddenly boomed in his mind, shattering all his thoughts.
[Detected host awakening pure-blood Viltrumite power, 100% compatibility. Multiverse Travel System bound successfully.]
[This system can assist the host in traversing various dimensional worlds of the Multiverse. With sufficient ability, the host can become the strongest being in the Multiverse.]
[System launch benefit: Unlock one free Universetraversal permission.]
[Subsequent traversals require system charging. Charging time is positively correlated with the host's physical fitness. The host's current constitution can support one traversal per year.]
Chapter 2: Multiverse Travel System
Mark paused in his tracks, his brows shooting up. The Multiverse Travel System?
Those words exploded in his mind, instantly causing a surge of emotion in his heart.
Has the transmigrator's golden finger finally arrived?
Even without a golden finger, he had already planned his path to becoming stronger, but having one was certainly better than nothing!
Moreover, the name was the 'Multiverse Travel System', which meant he should be able to travel to other worlds!
One could say the floor was extremely low, but the ceiling was incredibly high!
If he traveled to a Universe with an exaggerated power scale and consumed some heavenly treasures, he could become a Master of the Great Dao in minutes!
If he could use this system to travel to a world like the Perfect World and drink a few mouthfuls of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor's brand animal milk to temper his body and bones...
Then wouldn't his Viltrumite physical foundation directly defy the heavens, truly allowing him to become an immortal lord?
Extreme physical strength was certainly formidable.
But the invincibility of someone like the Desolate Heavenly Emperor—an incarnation of the Great Dao who could crush time and stand on the distant shore of ages—was the true peak, far beyond what the word 'powerful' could describe.
Mark made up his mind and connected his thoughts directly to the system:'System, travel immediately. Target: Perfect World!'
He now possessed the power of a Viltrumite; even if he went to the Perfect World, he wouldn't necessarily die immediately.
But if he ran into a struggle between Great Emperors... well, then I guess I'm just unlucky.
However, in the next second, the system's prompt threw a bucket of cold water on him.
[Warning: Current system authority is insufficient. Unable to travel to worlds without an anchor point. Can only unlock anchor Universes highly similar to the host's character.]
An anchor world with a character similar to mine?
Mark frowned and followed up with his thoughts: 'Is it a parallel Universe with experiences similar to mine?'
For a moment, he felt the system was a bit of a white elephant.
Wouldn't this just be like having Angstrom's ability?
And it wasn't even as effortless as Angstrom's superpower.
With his current physical condition, he would have to charge the system for a year just to perform one traversal.
[It is not a parallel Universe.]
The system's mechanical voice rang out again.
[The host is located in the 'Invincible' Prime Universe; this is a verified fact by the system.
The host's Viltrumite persona is fundamentally modeled after the DC Universe's Superman; this is the character anchor.]
[Based on anchor matching, the current traversable Universe range includes: DC Prime Universe and its Variants, Marvel Prime Universe and its Variants, The Boys Prime Universe and its Variants. No other options available.]
So that's how it is...
Mark steadied himself, and the heat in his heart mostly faded away.
In these Universes, it would be impossible to obtain a heaven-defying opportunity immediately upon arrival.
There was no Desolate Heavenly Emperor's animal milk, and no shortcuts to reaching the top in one step.
Traveling rashly would just mean taking his newly awakened powers into unknown dangerous lands; it wasn't worth it.
At the very least, he should let Nolan Grayson train him for a while to completely master all the powers of a Viltrumite.
Flight, an invulnerable body, super speed—polishing these abilities to their limit before considering traversal was the best course of action.
[Supplementary Note: The host can trigger traversal authority at any time; the destination Universe will be randomly matched.
After arriving in a Universe for the first time, a fixed anchor point will automatically be generated in that Universe. Subsequent traversals can be directed specifically to that anchor Universe.]
Mark nodded upon hearing this, his mind instantly clearing.
This Multiverse Travel System wasn't a heaven-defying golden finger that allowed one to reach the top in a single step.
There were no shortcuts that directly bestowed power; in the end, he still had to rely on his own management and struggle for opportunities and fortunes within various Universes.
But that was enough.
He knew the lore of the DC, Marvel, and The BoysUniverses like the back of his hand; the plots of the comics and movies were already etched into his mind.
Those hidden opportunities, undiscovered powers, and the weaknesses of various factions—while he couldn't say he knew every single detail, he could certainly manage some planning.
With this foresight, combined with his Viltrumite strength, as long as he played his cards right, he could definitely seize the initiative in these Universes and take his power to the next level.
As for the timing of the traversal, there was no rush.
Mark looked into the distance, the sunlight falling into his eyes and reflecting a cold, sharp glint.
Mastering all of Viltrum's power, figuring out Nolan's bottom line, and then using Nolan's hand to polish himself—once everything was ready, that would be the moment he stepped into the multiverse.
As for that one free traversal authority, he would keep it for now as a trump card in his hand.
If it couldn't be used as an upgrade pool, it could at least serve as an extraction point.
In case Nolan's paternal love wasn't awakened and he decided to punch him to death, Mark would at least have a place to escape to.
The current Mark didn't think he could be like the original Mark and say to his own father without any reservations: 'I'd still have you.'
Although the father-son affection between them was currently strong, no matter how he heard that line, it felt a bit too 'passionate' for his taste.
Chinese-style father-son relationships are very complex; they can be lord and subject, friends, or even enemies, but the one thing they rarely seem like is just father and son.
The engine died. Mark sat in the car, looking through the window at the familiar detached Villa, its warm lights glowing in the twilight.
He adjusted his breathing, slightly restraining the sharp light in his eyes brought about by his power awakening and the system's arrival, then pushed the door open and got out.
"Mark! You're back just in time!"
His mother, Debbie, wearing an apron with a cartoon cake pattern, leaned out from the doorway, her face overflowing with pure joy:
"Go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready! Your father just got home, too."
"Okay, Mom," Mark replied, walking into the house.
The rich aroma of roasted ribs and apple pie wafted toward him, mixed with the scent of butter and rosemary—it was the warmest part of his memories.
In the dining room, Nolan Grayson—the "Omni-Man" in the eyes of Earthlings—
Was sitting in the head seat wearing comfortable grey loungewear, relaxed as he enjoyed a thick-cut steak.
Hearing the movement, he looked up and gave Mark a typical American dad smile, crinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes:
"Hey, kid, how was your birthday? You weren't working hard in the library the whole time, were you?"
"Pretty much. Just dealt with a little bit of trouble."
Mark glossed over the conflict at the library and went to the bathroom to quickly wash up.
The cool water flowed over the back of his hands; he could feel that the power surging beneath his skin hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Returning to the dining table, Debbie had already laid out a feast:
Charred and inviting roasted ribs, a small mountain of mashed potatoes, bright green broccoli, and that golden apple pie in the center.
The family of three sat down; the lights were soft, and the atmosphere seemed warm and ordinary.
Mark cut a small piece of rib and put it in his mouth; the meat was tender and juicy, and the spices were just right.
He chewed, feeling the satisfaction brought by the food, while also observing his father.
Nolan was eating with gusto, occasionally joking with Debbie, appearing completely as a reliable husband and father enjoying family time after work.
Chapter 3: Guess Whose Powers Awakened?
After taking two bites, Mark put down his knife and fork, picking up a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth.
He then looked up at his parents, a perfectly timed smile on his face—a mix of excitement and a touch of uncertainty.
"Guess what?" he said in a light, slightly mysterious tone. "Whose superpowers awakened today?"
The slight clinking of silverware against porcelain plates stopped.
Debbie was stunned at first, then her eyes widened. She covered her mouth with both hands, unbelievable joy overflowing from between her fingers.
"Oh my god! No way! Mark, you mean...?!"
As for Nolan, the hand holding his steak knife paused slightly, and his chewing motion completely froze.
It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on him. The smile on his face solidified, and in an instant, his gaze became extremely complex.
Shock, realization, a deep-seated worry, and a tension that Mark could clearly catch—the feeling of a plan being forced ahead of schedule.
He didn't look at Mark immediately, appearing as if he needed a moment to process the information.
His gaze fell on the steak in front of him, yet seemed to pierce through it, looking toward a more distant place known only to himself.
The air at the dining table went quiet for a few seconds, save for the faint hum of an appliance from the kitchen.
Debbie noticed her husband's abnormality. Under the table, she used her slipper-clad foot to step on Nolan's instep twice, not too hard, but with a clear sense of reminding him.
Only then did Nolan Grayson seem to be pulled back from his deep thoughts.
He jerked his head up, his facial muscles quickly adjusting to reconstruct that hearty, proud smile known to all Earthlings, making it even more radiant than before.
"Oh—!"
He drew out the sound, his voice booming with exaggerated surprise. "Fan—tastic! Haha! That's my boy!"
He reached out across the table and gave Mark's shoulder a firm pat, his strength perfectly controlled to express excitement without hurting his son.
"I knew this day would come! How do you feel? Any discomfort?"
Mark could feel the warmth from his father's palm, and the power hidden beneath it—power enough to crush steel.
He shook his head and followed the lead. "I feel... strange."
I can clearly feel an extra surge of energy in my body.
On the way back, I was thinking, maybe I could lift a car with one hand now?
Maybe even more, but I didn't dare actually try."
"Of course you can't just try!"
Debbie immediately interjected, both proud and worried. "You child, you mustn't act recklessly! What if you hurt yourself or someone else?"
But her eyes were sparkling, clearly overjoyed for her son.
In her view, her son had inherited his husband's 'great hero bloodline' and would be better able to protect himself in the future.
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be careful," Mark reassured her, then looked at Nolan. "Dad, you're right, it feels like I really need... guidance.
This power is a bit out of control."
Nolan's smile remained on his face, but the complex look deep in his eyes hadn't completely vanished.
He nodded, his tone returning to his usual steady and reliable self. "Of course, son.
Awakening is just the first step; how to master it is the key.
Since you've awakened, let me see what your foundation is like now."
He looked at the sky outside the window. "After we finish dinner, we'll go to the yard.
We'll do a preliminary test today, and starting tomorrow, I will train you personally."
"That would be perfect."
Mark agreed with a smile and picked up his knife and fork again, as if this were just an ordinary decision regarding extracurricular tutoring.
In his heart, however, everything was clear: the stage was set, and the first act, 'Father-Son Training Time,' had officially begun.
Dinner ended amidst Debbie's continuous excited questioning and Nolan's slightly distracted but effortful maintenance of pleasant responses.
After helping clear the table, the father and son went to the spacious backyard.
Night had fallen, and the lawn lights turned on automatically, outlining the trees and the swing set.
The distant city lights looked like a carpet of stars.
Nolan rolled his neck, letting out a slight click.
He didn't make any exaggerated preparatory movements; he simply, naturally, and effortlessly lifted his feet off the ground, hovering about a meter in the air.
The hem of his loungewear fluttered slightly.
"Fly up, Mark."
His voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet yard. "Try it using your will.
Don't think about 'exerting force,' think about 'relaxing.' Imagine you're lying in bed, your body weightless, free from all gravity."
"That's not exactly easy to imagine."
Mark smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "You know, my sleep quality has always been great—I'm out as soon as I hit the pillow. I've never experienced the feeling of sleepwalking and floating."
That said, he still closed his eyes as instructed, took a deep breath, and tried to relax all his muscles.
At the same time, he concentrated his mind to perceive and call upon that newborn power within him that seemed naturally opposed to gravity.
Almost the instant the thought arose, he could 'feel' it—not through touch, but through a more internal perception.
The space around him seemed to become 'elastic,' and an invisible field spread from every cell of his body, gently lifting him.
He carefully controlled this 'field'.
The subtle change of the solid feeling under his feet disappearing occurred.
He opened his eyes.
The ground was slowly receding.
He, Mark Grayson, was hovering in the air.
Although he was only a few dozen centimeters off the ground and his body had an imperceptible wobble—like standing on a boat in calm water—he was indeed flying!
A mix of novelty, excitement, and a faint sense of achievement welled up in his heart; this wasn't entirely faked.
Even with mental preparation, personally achieving anti-gravity flight was still a transcendent experience.
Seeing his son leave the ground steadily despite the wobbling, and seeing his clear eyes—showing he was consciously controlling it rather than floating out of control—Nolan gave an imperceptible nod.
"Not bad."
He commented, a hint of genuine praise in his voice. "To achieve controlled hovering on your first try, this level of control is excellent."
He flew closer, slowly circling Mark halfway, like evaluating a precious work of art.
"You should know, on Viltrum, from the time a child's abilities sprout to when they can fly steadily..."
"...it's like an Earthling child learning to walk; it usually takes one to two years of repeated practice and adaptation," Nolan said, his tone like he was sharing common knowledge.
"Of course, your situation is special.
You're already an adult; your control over your body and nervous system is far superior to an infant's, so your starting point is higher.
But being able to do this is still worth acknowledging."
"But this is only the beginning, son.
You need to adapt more."
Nolan flew in front of Mark, an encouraging smile on his face. "Just like when you were little and learned to ride a bike—wobbly at first, but once you master the balance, you'll be riding fast in two or three days."
As he spoke, he extended a fist and gave Mark's chest a light tap.
Chapter 4: The First Training Session
A gentle but irresistible force pushed against him.
Mark drifted back three or four meters, his figure swaying in the air for a moment, but he immediately adjusted the "force field" beneath his feet and regained his balance.
"I really don't want it to be like when I was a kid learning to ride a bike."
Mark also began to laugh, recalling that past event. "I fell so many times. The worst was when I scraped a huge chunk of skin off my knee and thigh; it hurt for days."
Nolan laughed heartily, his laughter carrying far into the night sky.
"Don't worry, flying is much safer than a bicycle, at least for you now.
As long as you don't fly into the sun."
He cracked a joke, then shifted his body and extended his arms forward, striking the classic "Superman" pose known to everyone on Earth.
"Come on, fly a bit higher! See how high and how fast you can go! I believe in you, son, you can definitely do it!"
Before his voice had even faded, the air around him distorted slightly.
In the next instant, he shot vertically into the night sky like an arrow from a bow, incredibly fast yet exceptionally steady, instantly becoming a blurry speck.
Mark looked in the direction his father had vanished and smiled helplessly.
This old father of his was sometimes truly... young at heart, or rather, keen on playing the image of the sun-drenched and powerful hero in the hearts of Earthlings.
He took a deep breath, no longer satisfied with slowly hovering.
He imitated his father's posture, though it wasn't as standard; it looked more like he was kicking his legs while swimming.
Concentrating his mind, his leg muscles tensed slightly, and the power within his body responded with a roar.
"Whoosh—!"
The sound of breaking air rang out as Mark felt a powerful thrust generated from behind, pushing him to climb rapidly.
Wind whipped violently past his cheeks and ears, and the houses, trees, and lights below quickly shrank and merged into one.
The sensation of weightlessness and acceleration intertwined, far more exhilarating than any roller coaster.
He passed through the turbulent low-altitude air currents, flying higher and higher.
The surrounding temperature began to drop, and the air grew thin.
He saw a civil airliner with its lights flashing, cruising steadily through the clouds not far below and to the side.
From his current speed and perspective, the massive metal fuselage appeared somewhat slow and delicate.
A little girl watched Mark outside the window in shock; Mark smiled and waved at her.
"Mom, would you believe there's a handsome guy outside the window?"
"Is he built strong?"
"Not bad, and he looks fresh and sunny, with a bit of a scholarly and refined air."
"Then I'll have to look forward to handsome guys falling from the sky."
He didn't feel the cold.
Not at all.
The surface of his skin seemed to be automatically covered by an extremely thin yet incredibly efficient thermal layer, completely isolating him from the low temperature.
Finally, he broke through the last of the hazy sea of clouds.
The view suddenly opened up.
Below was an endless, undulating sea of clouds that looked like a silver snowfield under the moonlight.
Above was a deep purple canopy where the stars were becoming clearly visible, and a crescent moon appeared exceptionally large and bright.
It was abnormally quiet here, save for the whistling of the thin, high-altitude air currents rushing past his ears.
Nolan was already waiting there, hovering quietly with his back to the curvature of the Earth.
Seeing Mark's slightly unrefined but successful arrival, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes once more.
"It looks like we've reached the Stratosphere," Mark said, looking at the magnificent sight before him with a tone of admiration. "I don't feel the cold; it's truly amazing."
"These temperatures won't make you feel cold, of course, child."
Nolan flew closer to him, his voice sounding even clearer in the thin air. "Your body is far tougher than you think.
Even as a hybrid, you can survive in the extreme environment of outer space for at least two weeks.
There is too much power within you waiting to be discovered."
His face appeared a bit softer under the glow of the stars and moon.
Mark's flight performance just now—the control from takeoff to ascending here, his speed, and his rapid adaptation to the environment—
Confirmed his initial judgment once again: this child had great talent, and might even be a step ahead of himself at the same age in terms of fine-tuned control.
Truly his son, and a bloodline of Viltrum.
As for the specific levels of his raw strength, endurance, super vision, and other abilities, more systematic testing was required.
But that could wait until later; the purpose of tonight's initial contact and guidance had been achieved.
Watching Mark curiously look down at the sea of clouds and up at the starry sky, the gears of the heavy and complex plan in his heart clicked forward another notch in silence.
Training had to be accelerated. Before "that thing" happened, Mark had to have enough strength and understanding... at the very least, he had to be able to understand his choice.
The night was still long beneath the starry sky above the clouds.
Father and son hovered quietly, each harboring completely different thoughts, yet maintaining the surface of a warm "teaching" moment.
The awakening of the Viltrum power was like a key that had been inserted into the keyhole of destiny; turning it was only a matter of time.
And Mark, while feeling the infinite possibilities brought by power, never forgot the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head from his closest kin.
He didn't dare pin his hopes on that slim chance of paternal love.
This training had a dual purpose from the very beginning.
The next day...
"Faster, Mark! How can you expect to be a hero like this?"
A red fist wrapped in a fierce wind smashed straight toward him. Mark couldn't dodge in time and took the punch squarely.
A dull, heavy pain came from his chest, as if he had been struck by a sledgehammer.
He gritted his teeth, using the impact to twist and flip in the air, forcefully diverting most of the force to his side.
Even so, the shock left his blood churning. He had to breathe heavily to regain his balance, and when he looked up at Nolan, a stubborn resilience burned in his eyes.
Nolan's eyebrow twitched slightly.
By now, he had changed into his iconic Omni-Man suit.
The silver and red battle suit fit his muscular frame perfectly, and the hidden Viltrum technological patterns shimmered with a faint, cold light in the night.
It gave his every movement a sense of calm, unhurried power.
"An interesting way to deflect force."
Nolan spoke with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of genuine praise. "I didn't know those Taekwondo classes you signed up for before could teach you such skills."
"Dad, to be precise, those were Tai Chi classes, not Taekwondo."
Mark reached up to wipe the corner of his mouth and smiled helplessly. "You can't just assume it's Taekwondo because you saw me wearing a black and white training uniform to class, right?
The teacher always said that practicing Tai Chi is about realizing the Harmony of Yin and Yang. I don't have that high of an enlightenment; I only managed to figure out this method of deflecting force."
He brushed off the grass clippings and dust from his body.
Even after deflecting most of the force, the residual energy of Omni-Man's punch still made his chest ache, and every breath felt slightly constricted.
Mark knew all too well—at most, he was currently just a newly awakened Viltrum hybrid, and his physical condition was still far from enough.
He either had to slowly hone himself through day after day of rigorous training, or... experience a few genuine life-and-death battles.
The physiology of Viltrumites had always been like this.
It was somewhat similar to Saiyans; after every battle on the brink of death, as long as they could recover, their combat power would see an explosive growth.
The Smart Atoms in their bodies inherently possessed the potential for evolution.
What was even more rare was that the recovery power of Viltrumites was far more terrifying than that of Saiyans.
As long as the heart and brain did not suffer fatal damage, even the most severe injuries would always heal slowly.
Chapter 5: More Durable, Stronger!
Moreover, he had one advantage over other Viltrumites: at the same level, he was more durable than any of them!
Currently, Mark's pressure resistance index was at the continental level, capable of withstanding 2.39 billion tons of TNT equivalent.
This was equivalent to about 159,000 Hiroshima atomic bombs exploding at once, which would be required to potentially break his surface skin.
And this was just the situation right after awakening; once he adapted slightly to his Viltrumite heritage, in about 1 to 2 years,
his defensive capabilities would transition to near-asteroid level, equivalent to 103.25 billion tons of TNT.
He would be able to take Anissa's or a Conqueror's punches with his face.
In the future, when Mark originally fought the Grand Regent inside the sun, his defense had completely grown to the asteroid level.
He could withstand 14.207 trillion tons of TNT equivalent!
Even facing the direct scouring of solar flares, his body structure could not be destroyed.
As for the later Emperor Mark period, his defense had far exceeded the upper limits mentioned above, truly reaching a level of cosmic invincibility.
Being able to have asteroid-level defense around the age of 20 already indicated that Mark's upper limit of physical defense far exceeded that of a normal Viltrumite.
This was all thanks to the human bloodline within him.
His body was composed of 60% Smart Atoms and 40% human bone structure.
The human bloodline gave his body 30% more toughness and hardness than a normal Viltrumite.
It was equivalent to the difference between wood and hard rubber.
His energy utilization efficiency, recovery efficiency, and growth rate were all stronger than those of genuine Viltrumites.
Human genes did not weaken his abilities; instead, they made him more durable and stronger than a normal Viltrumite.
He could endure long and continuous attacks without suffering bone fractures or cracks.
He could even fight for days against entities more powerful than himself.
He could be called the Viltrumite version of an unkillable cockroach!
"I remember this method is supposed to be called 'overcoming hardness with softness'."
Nolan clenched his fist; hitting this kid actually made his hand hurt.
Nolan instinctively thought Mark was relying on this special technique to counter his attacks.
He acknowledged the practicality of this technique, but his tone suddenly changed, "This method is not bad, it's very useful for you at this stage. But for me, it's useless!"
Before he finished speaking, Nolan's figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.
He was so fast that only a residual image remained.
Mark couldn't react at all before a splitting, intense pain surged in his cheek.
That punch landed solidly on his cheekbone, with enough force to send him flying backward, shooting toward the sky like a tennis ball hit with full power.
"Bang!"
He crashed straight through a thick layer of cumulus clouds, the cold moisture hitting his face.
His throat tasted sweet, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Mark barely managed to twist his body in mid-air, wiping away the blood from his lips; the fighting spirit in his eyes hadn't extinguished; instead, it burned even more fiercely.
He didn't hesitate anymore, his figure sank, and he charged fiercely toward the red figure below.
His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, carrying the ferocity of a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger.
But the gap in strength was laid bare before his eyes.
His punch was easily dodged by Nolan tilting his head, the movement so fluid it was as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times.
Immediately after, a sharp, lightning-fast knee strike slammed into his abdomen.
"Ugh—!"
Mark felt as if his internal organs had been run over by a heavy truck.
He instantly lost all strength, was sent flying again, and crashed heavily onto the lawn far away in the yard.
He knelt on the ground in a sorry state, coughing violently uncontrollably, each cough pulling at the intense pain in his abdomen, making him grimace: "It fucking... hurts..."
He knew it clearly in his heart.
With his current strength, if his father truly had the intent to kill, he could probably tear him in half as easily as tearing paper.
This level of combat power was at least on par with those veteran "Conquerors" of the Empire.
Perhaps even a few degrees stronger than those old guys, because he was in his prime and his body had no injuries.
Watching Mark sweating from pain yet not complaining at all, his eyes becoming increasingly calm and sharp instead,
the smile on Nolan's face grew thicker, his eyes full of undisguised satisfaction.
He no longer spewed the plan at Mark; he knew it had no effect on his son, as this kid's mind was extremely firm.
He was originally a bit impatient and worried, but his son's talent was truly pleasing.
This child not only had combat skills and awareness, but his bones also revealed an almost instinctive toughness and ruthlessness.
He was, in fact, more like a pure, natural-born Viltrumite warrior than he himself had been in his youth.
Mark caught his breath and grinned.
Deep in his soul, some kind of ancient memory seemed to be pried open.
Five millennia of selection: always able to settle for pastoral life in idle times, and daring to transform into a bloodthirsty mad wolf in wartime.
He propped himself up on the grass-covered ground, his arm muscles trembling slightly, just about to exert force to stand up again—
Nolan already understood.
This child had listened to what he said earlier.
He knew about the Viltrumite trait of getting stronger the more they were defeated.
Right now, he was actually intending to use this almost cruel, high-intensity confrontation to force himself to grow and evolve faster.
"Truly my good son!"
Nolan thought to himself, a hint of complex expectation flashing in his eyes.
This child would definitely become one of the Empire's most outstanding Conquerors in the future, adding to the glory of Viltrum.
When the time was ripe, he must take him to meet the Grand Regent to properly display the heroism and toughness of the Grayson bloodline.
As the thought settled, Nolan stepped forward and landed another punch steadily on Mark's shoulder.
This time, the force was controlled perfectly, just enough to gently press him to the ground without causing new injuries.
"Alright, stop, Mark." Nolan's voice returned to its usual steady tone, "Training for today is enough. What you need most right now is not to keep getting beaten, but to recover properly."
Seeing Mark still trying to struggle to get up.
Nolan landed beside him, reached out to help him up, patted the grass clippings and dust off his back, his tone carrying a rare gentleness: "I thought you would at least blame me for being too heavy-handed."
"And I spoke very harshly just now; I didn't want to argue with you, Mark."
"It's nothing, we're brothers!"
Nolan: What did you just say, kid?
Mark rubbed his sore nose bridge; he felt his nasal bone might be slightly cracked. He touched his chest, which was still aching, and grinned: "Dad, you don't still think of me as that little brat who fantasizes about Superheroes all day, do you?"
"I'm eighteen already; by Earth standards, I'm an adult. I'm not that naive, thinking all day about being some saint who saves the world."
He paused, his eyes becoming serious: "In this world, the only things worth me giving my all to protect are myself and this family of ours."
These words were simple and genuine, without any of the romantic fantasies common in young people, instead revealing a sense of worldly transparency.
Nolan laughed upon hearing this, patted his shoulder firmly, this time deliberately lightening the force: "That's actually quite philosophical, son. You should learn from me and write a book of your own."
Chapter 6: Truly Amazing
"Give me a break,"
Mark shrugged, groaning as he rubbed his lower back while walking into the house, joking:
"Those are anecdotes from your adventures across the galaxy; I don't have that kind of experience.
Besides, those so-called philosophies were mostly things I caught a glimpse of while scrolling through short videos.
I personally know nothing about this world or this Universe."
Right now, he just wanted to rush back to his room, take a scalding hot shower, and then collapse onto his bed for a deep sleep.
Every muscle in his body was screaming, and every joint was protesting; the sensation was truly agonizing.
"Get some good sleep, son."
Nolan followed behind him, advising in a tone that had returned to fatherly nagging:
"Even if your recovery power is stronger than a normal person's now, today's injuries won't heal completely overnight.
You need to eat more tonight to recover."
"I know—"
Mark waved his hand without looking back, his voice trailing off with a tired drawl:
"I'm so hungry right now... I feel like I could eat a whole cow!"
"Want to eat beef? That's simple."
Nolan's eyes lit up, and he turned toward the kitchen, muttering as he went:
"The yak meat from Inner Mongolia is the firmest, high in protein, and best for nourishing the body.
Usually, I worry about your mom finding it too much trouble, so I haven't dared to go all out..."
As he spoke, he actually pulled out a small leather notebook and a pen from an inner pocket of his suit.
By the light of the yard, he seriously noted down tonight's menu.
That focused look had none of the majesty of the "Earth's strongest hero"; instead, he looked like an ordinary father putting all his effort into his son's nutritional meal.
From the kitchen came the sounds of Debbie busy in her apron, the spatula clanking against the iron wok, and the oil crackling.
Hearing the conversation between father and son, she poked her head out, hands on her hips in mock annoyance:
"Hey! You two better not be up to any mischief!
Do you expect me to stew a whole cow in the kitchen?
This apron of mine doesn't exactly say 'Omni-Nanny' on it!"
Her tone held a hint of feigned anger, but her eyes were full of the warmth of home, without a trace of real irritation.
Nolan immediately stepped forward with a smile and winked at Debbie.
This little gesture, learned from decades of living on Earth, he did perfectly naturally.
His voice was gentle and placating: "Honey, it's yak, not an ordinary cow.
Don't worry, I'll go to Mongolia and catch one now. I'll clean it up first and only bring back the best cuts of meat; I definitely won't cause you any trouble."
He paused and added, "And I'll be the head chef tonight; you just need to be my assistant. I won't let you get tired."
Having said that, he waved to Mark and dashed out of the yard in a flash.
In the night, only a fading afterimage and the dissipating sound of a sonic boom remained, with the promise of "wait to eat beef" still faintly floating in the evening breeze.
"..."
Mark stood at the entrance, stunned for a long time.
"Heh..."
"I really want to say, 'I don't eat beef'."
He chuckled and shook his head helplessly.
"If you're like this, I won't be able to bring myself to hit you later, Dad..."
For the next three full days, Mark worked desperately to adapt to his awakened superpowers.
The Viltrumite blood surged within his body.
With every punch and every step, he could feel the tremor of power tearing through the air and the dizziness of speed breaking physiological limits.
But this power had not yet been tamed; like a runaway horse, it was clumsy as it crashed about.
Omni-Man became his best whetstone and his harshest examiner.
The father and son's training grounds shifted from the wilderness on the outskirts of the city to deserted mountains, finally stopping at an abandoned industrial zone.
Metal ruins continuously deformed and shattered under their collisions, the roar echoing through the sky.
"Faster! Strike harder!"
Omni-Man's voice was like thunder, exploding in Mark's ears.
With a blur of movement, he appeared at Mark's side, his elbow carrying immense force as it met Mark's fiercely swung right hook.
With a muffled "thud," the vibration of colliding knuckles spread from Mark's arm throughout his entire body.
He felt half his body go numb, his fist feeling as if it had slammed into reinforced concrete, making him grimace in pain.
Before Mark could recover, Omni-Man's palm had already clamped onto his wrist and given it a sharp twist.
Forced to turn and stumbling, Mark used the momentum of the rotation to lash out with his right leg, his toes aimed straight at Omni-Man's chest.
This kick was as fast as lightning, carrying all his strength and even creating a faint sonic boom in the air.
Omni-Man's body actually swayed slightly for a moment from the kick, and a flicker of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes—
This kid's progress was even faster than he had anticipated.
But it was only for a moment.
In the next second, a broad and powerful hand suddenly descended, accurately pinning Mark's head.
That palm was like a heavy mountain, carrying an irresistible pressure.
Mark felt his neck sink, and all the strength in his body seemed drained away; no matter how he struggled, his head wouldn't budge an inch.
"Not bad."
Omni-Man's voice held a hint of praise, heavy breaths escaping his nose as the strain of using his powers had not yet dissipated.
But his gaze remained locked on Mark, full of wonder. "Your speed and reactions are truly fast. The timing of that kick and the stealth of the movement—even I almost didn't notice!"
He was truly shocked.
Mark had only awakened his superpowers three days ago, yet he could find openings in a confrontation with him.
He could even make him feel a slight sense of being pinned down; this wasn't just bloodline talent, but also a hidden, near-instinctive combat awareness.
And then there were those hidden techniques that even Mark himself hadn't noticed—
The sharpness to seize an opportunity in a crisis and the ruthlessness to counterattack in desperate straits were etched into Viltrumite DNA, infinitely amplified in Mark.
"Truly amazing."
Omni-Man murmured softly, his fingers tightening slightly. "Just what kind of combat awareness and hidden techniques allow for this level of performance!"
Before his voice could fade, his palm suddenly pressed downward.
"Boom—!"
Accompanied by a deafening roar.
Mark's head was slammed hard into the solid Earth; soil flew, rocks shattered, and a deep pit suddenly formed in the ground.
The pressure of the force spread from the top of his head throughout his body, like countless steel needles piercing his bones and organs.
Mark's consciousness instantly became blurred, his vision darkening in waves as the roar in his ears faded, leaving only the violent heaving of his chest and the metallic taste of blood welling up in his throat.
Omni-Man's palm was still pressed against the top of his head without any relaxation, but the force was a bit gentler than before, as if testing him, or perhaps tempering him.
That's enough.
Mark cursed inwardly, barely maintaining consciousness amidst the chaos.
He could clearly feel Omni-Man's power.
It was an overwhelming strength born from countless battlefields and a hundred wars.
Strength, speed, technique, experience—every single one was far beyond him.
Right now, he was no match for Omni-Man at all; rather than training, it was a one-sided beatdown. He didn't even have the right to challenge him.
But it didn't matter; he just had to wait a while longer.
He would soon have a period of special training lasting several years.
His strength would grow at a visible rate, his techniques would be polished to perfection, and he would become strong enough.
Strong enough to contend with Omni-Man!
As long as he made good use of the events happening on Earth now.
By accumulating experience through battle after battle and breaking his limits through crisis after crisis, he would become even stronger.
Chapter 7: He is Very Strange
After an unknown amount of time, the heavy pressure overhead suddenly vanished.
Mark abruptly lifted his head from the dirt, his hair, face, and body covered in mud and gravel.
He shook his head vigorously, coughing up two mouthfuls of bloody foam mixed with dirt. His chest continued to heave violently, every breath bringing a piercing pain.
He looked at Omni-Man standing before him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a raspy voice, "Let's end today's training here. My recovery ability hasn't grown to be as staggering as yours yet."
Omni-Man looked at his disheveled yet resolute appearance, a gratified smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He descended, walked to Mark's side, reached out, and gently patted his shoulder.
The warmth of his palm seeped through the mud-stained clothes, carrying a rare touch of gentleness: "Your recovery rate is already much stronger than mine was, son."
He paused and added, "At the same age, of course."
These were his honest thoughts.
When he was Mark's age, his recovery ability was far inferior to his son's before him. Mark's talent exceeded all his expectations.
He was more than satisfied with this son; he was beyond pleased.
Resilient, powerful, with a ruthless streak of defiance hidden in his bones, unyielding even in the face of overwhelming power, and possessing an ultimate craving for strength.
This was simply a perfect Viltrumite, the most talented junior he had ever seen, the most perfect conqueror!
Omni-Man had already made up his mind; he would nurture his son properly, giving him everything.
He would teach Mark all of his combat techniques, battlefield experience, and the combat wisdom of the Viltrumites.
If nurtured correctly, Mark's future achievements would surely far surpass his own.
He would become the next Grand Regent of Viltrum, an extremely powerful existence in the Universe, and together with him, fulfill the great mission of the Viltrumites.
To conquer more planets and let the glory of Viltrum shine upon the entire Universe.
At this thought, Omni-Man's eyes flickered slightly.
He pretended to lift his wrist, glancing at a non-existent watch as if suddenly remembering something, and said to Mark:
"However, I do have things to do tonight.
The Guardians sent me a notification; I should head over there tonight."
His tone was natural and his gaze calm, showing no signs of anything unusual, as if he had truly just received an ordinary work notification.
Mark nodded, a faint smile appearing on his face as he said in a relaxed tone, "Then go ahead. It's part of your job, mainly to ensure the safety of the people."
Behind that smile was a weight Mark kept suppressed in his heart.
If he had the power to stop Omni-Man now, the power to confront this formidable Viltrumite...
He would certainly stop him without hesitation, doing everything in his power to block him, but he couldn't.
Currently, in front of Omni-Man, he was like an ant with absolutely no room for resistance.
What would be the point?
Doing something known to be impossible would just be throwing his life away for nothing; it would also alert the enemy and cut off his own chances for growth.
If he could, he would definitely protect his Earth, protect his family on this land, and protect those ordinary people who worked hard to live their lives.
But since he couldn't do it now, he could only swallow his pride and pretend to be ignorant.
He could only grow desperately under Omni-Man's nose, frantically accumulating power, waiting for a chance to stand against him.
A person must learn to examine things: examine their own strength, examine their situation, and examine the enemy before them.
Only by learning to endure and lie low can one shock the world on a future day.
"Well, I'm off."
Omni-Man looked at Mark, a trace of imperceptible sorrow flashing in his eyes.
It was a complex emotion mixed with guilt, reluctance, and a hint of resolve, passing too quickly to be caught.
He forced a gentle smile and patted Mark's shoulder again, as if saying goodbye, yet also as if giving an instruction:
"Get some good rest. We'll continue training tomorrow."
As the words fell, Omni-Man's figure suddenly took to the air, turning into a bolt of golden lightning as he flew toward the city with a clear objective—the Global Guardians Headquarters.
Mark stood where he was, watching Omni-Man's departing back. The smile on his face gradually faded, and his eyes became cold and deep.
He raised his hand, wiping the last bit of mud from his face, his gaze locked tightly on the direction Omni-Man had gone as he murmured softly:
"I hope you... don't disappoint me too much."
After speaking, his figure also slowly rose into the air, following behind Omni-Man while maintaining a safe enough distance.
Not too far, not too close—just enough to see everything at the Global Guardians Headquarters clearly.
The Global Guardians Headquarters was located in the heart of the city.
A towering skyscraper that looked ordinary on the outside, but was filled with high-tech defense systems on the inside.
It was the gathering place for the most powerful hero team on Earth, a place of hope in the hearts of countless people.
At this moment, the top-floor hall of the building was brightly lit. All core members of the first generation of Global Guardians had arrived.
Immortal, Dark Knight, Martian Man, War Woman, Ghost, Red Rush, and Aquarus—the seven of them sat around the conference table with solemn expressions.
As the protectors of Earth, they had sensed recent anomalies on the planet and had also noticed something slightly off about Omni-Man.
This gathering was specifically to discuss matters regarding Omni-Man, wanting to uncover what secrets this powerful ally—who had always fought alongside them—was hiding.
Immortal sat in the primary seat. As the Captain of the Guardians, he possessed an Immortal body and had weathered countless storms. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's as it swept over everyone present:
"I believe everyone feels it; Omni-Man's behavior lately has been very strange."
"It's more than just strange."
Red Rush leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the table. His super speed made his thinking several times faster than an ordinary person's:
"His recent training intensity far exceeds the past, and he's always intentionally or unintentionally probing into our Guardians' defensive deployments, even asking about our core secrets."
Aquarus frowned, a faint scent of seawater still clinging to him. He said in a deep voice:
"I've sensed his presence in the ocean. He has dived into the deep sea multiple times recently, seemingly searching for something.
Furthermore, his power is even greater than I remember. That kind of pressure makes me feel... uneasy."
"He is a Viltrumite, and we know nothing about this race."
Martian Man spoke slowly, his body swaying slightly with Martian physical traits. His telepathic ability allowed him to capture the unease in everyone's hearts:
"My telepathy cannot probe his inner mind. His mental strength is terrifyingly powerful, like a hard barrier shutting everyone out."
Chapter 8: Truly No Choice
Dark Knight wore his high-tech black suit, his entire figure completely blending into the night.
Of course, even if he didn't wear the suit, he could still blend into the night.
It was a racial buff, after all.
"I have investigated his background. A Viltrumite, you claim to be a peaceful Guardian. But on Earth, there are no records of this race at all. His words may not be true."
War Woman tightened her grip on the longsword in her hand. The blade shimmered with a cold light, and her eyes were resolute: "No matter who he is, no matter what his purpose is!"
"As long as he is a threat to Earth, we, the Global Guardians, will never sit idly by. Gathering everyone today is to formulate a plan. Once Omni-Man reveals a flaw, we will join forces to subdue him."
Ghost's body became slightly translucent, his semi-transparent figure flickering under the lights. His voice carried a trace of ethereality:
"My mental attacks might be able to have some effect on him. As long as we coordinate well and strike together, it is not impossible to defeat him."
The seven people expressed their opinions, their expressions solemn, yet all carrying an indomitable determination.
They were the Guardians of Earth. From the moment they put on their suits, they had prepared to sacrifice themselves for Earth.
Even if the opponent was the powerful Omni-Man, they would never back down.
Just then, the door to the hall slowly opened.
Omni-Man walked in, his red and white suit shining under the lights.
There was a gentle smile on his face, as if he hadn't noticed the heavy atmosphere in the hall at all. He waved his hand, his tone relaxed:
"Sorry, I'm late. I was delayed by something on the way."
The seven people instantly became alert, standing up one after another. Their gazes locked onto Omni-Man, and the aura around them suddenly became sharp.
Immortal stepped forward, blocking in front of the others, his eyes sharp: "Omni-Man, we asked you here today because we have something to ask you."
"Oh? What is it?"
Omni-Man raised an eyebrow, his smile remaining, but his footsteps slowly walked toward the center of the hall. Every step he took seemed to land on everyone's heart:
"Haven't we always cooperated very happily? Why so serious all of a sudden?"
"Who exactly are you? What kind of race is the Viltrumite race?"
Immortal got straight to the point without any nonsense: "What is your purpose in coming to Earth?"
Omni-Man's footsteps stopped. The smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by coldness in his eyes.
It was a kind of condescending indifference, a contempt that viewed all things as ants.
He looked at the seven people in front of him as if looking at a group of clowns, and spoke slowly, his voice cold and hoarse: "It seems you have already noticed."
As his words fell, the aura on his body suddenly exploded, and a powerful, suffocating pressure spread from him.
"Viltrumites are the most powerful race in the Universe."
Omni-Man's voice echoed in the hall, carrying endless arrogance:
"Our mission is to conquer all planets in the Universe and trample those weak races under our feet. And Earth is the next target we want to conquer."
"How dare you!"
War Woman shouted angrily, holding her longsword, and rushed towards Omni-Man. The longsword carried a sharp sword aura, piercing straight at Omni-Man's chest.
Her speed was extremely fast, her strength extremely strong. This strike condensed all her power and was enough to split steel.
But in front of Omni-Man, all of this seemed so vulnerable.
Omni-Man didn't even turn around; he just waved his hand casually, his palm accurately grabbing the blade of the longsword.
With a "crack" sound, the hard longsword was instantly crushed, and fragments splattered everywhere.
He pushed back, and a powerful force traveled along the broken sword to War Woman.
She was like being hit by a speeding truck, her body instantly flying backward, slamming heavily into the wall with a dull thud.
She spat out a mouthful of blood, fell heavily to the ground, struggled a few times, but couldn't stand up again.
One move, just one move, and War Woman lost her ability to fight.
Everyone was stunned. They had never imagined that Omni-Man's power could be so terrifying.
"Attack together!" Immortal roared and rushed up first.
He possessed an Immortal body and was fearless. His fist, carrying the force of a thousand jun, smashed fiercely towards Omni-Man's head.
Martian Man followed closely behind, his body instantly deforming into a red stream of light, condensing a powerful energy wave in his hand, and shooting it at Omni-Man.
Ghost's body became completely intangible, appearing silently behind Omni-Man. His mental attack turned into an invisible blade, piercing straight into Omni-Man's mind.
Red Rush's figure turned into an afterimage, his speed reaching the extreme. Countless fist shadows greeted Omni-Man from all sides, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Aquarus raised his hand and waved. A large amount of seawater surged from the corner of the hall, turning into a water dragon that coiled around Omni-Man.
Dark Knight hid in the shadows, his high-tech weapon aimed at Omni-Man. Energy blasts, carrying the sound of breaking air, shot towards Omni-Man's vital points.
Seven people, attacking together, each performing their duties, cooperating tacitly, gathered the most powerful force of the Global Guardians, and launched a fierce attack on Omni-Man.
In the hall, the sounds of explosions, collisions, and roars intertwined. The entire building was shaking violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.
Omni-Man stood in place, facing the joint fierce attack of the seven, but seemed to be handling it with ease.
His speed was as fast as lightning, easily dodging Red Rush's fist shadows and Dark Knight's energy blasts;
His strength was incomparably powerful. He took Immortal's fist head-on and, with a backhand punch, sent Immortal flying;
He waved his hand casually and dispersed Martian Man's energy wave. With a slap on Martian Man's body, Martian Man's body instantly deformed and he fell heavily to the ground;
His mental power was terrifyingly strong. Ghost's mental attack was like a mayfly shaking a tree in front of him. It was easily neutralized and even rebounded. Ghost let out a muffled groan, his body recovered from its intangible state, spat out blood, and fell to the ground;
He raised his hand and pinched, and the surging water dragon was instantly crushed into powder, water splashing everywhere. Aquarus was backlashed by the powerful force, retreating repeatedly, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
This was not a battle, but a one-sided slaughter.
Omni-Man's movements were fast to the extreme and ruthless to the extreme. Every strike carried the determination to kill.
He was like a fierce beast that walked out of hell, rampaging in the hall, and no one could stop him.
Red Rush tried his best, raising his speed to the limit, wanting to sneak attack Omni-Man from behind.
His speed was fast enough to travel through time and move thousands of miles in an instant, but in front of Omni-Man, he was still a step too slow.
Omni-Man turned around abruptly, his palm accurately grabbing Red Rush's neck, and squeezed gently.
"Crack—!"
A crisp sound of bone cracking echoed in the hall.
Red Rush's body froze instantly, the light in his eyes dimming rapidly. His super speed stopped at this moment forever.
Omni-Man threw him aside casually, and his body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, with no movement at all.
The first one, fallen.
Ghost braced his body and launched a mental attack again, trying to delay time and buy opportunities for others.
But his attack was still easily neutralized by Omni-Man.
Omni-Man walked towards him step by step, his eyes cold, without any pity.
He raised his foot and stomped down fiercely.
"Puff—!"
With a muffled sound, Ghost's body turned into a pool of meat paste under his feet.
The second one, fallen.
Aquarus, seeing his companion die tragically, was furious. He raised his hand and condensed the most powerful force in the ocean, turning it into a huge water blade, and slashed fiercely at Omni-Man.
But before the water blade could get close to Omni-Man, it was dispersed into water mist by a casual wave of his hand.
Omni-Man's figure flickered and appeared in front of Aquarus, punching him in the chest.
"Boom—!"
Aquarus's chest instantly caved in, he spat out a large amount of blood, his body flew backward, crashed through the thick wall, fell downstairs, and had no sound at all.
The third one, fallen.
Dark Knight, hiding in the dark, still did not give up. The high-tech weapon in his hand condensed the last and strongest energy wave, shooting towards Omni-Man's back.
But Omni-Man seemed to have eyes on his back. He grabbed backhand, and the energy wave was firmly caught in his hand and instantly crushed.
He turned his head and looked at the place where Dark Knight was hiding, his eyes cold.