Chapter 130: A Slap
Lynn's All-Seeing Eye pierced through the dust clouds and collapsing ruins.
The battlefield unfolded before him with perfect clarity.
At the center of the conflict, Superman was being overwhelmed.
Three Kryptonian soldiers clad in black combat armor surrounded him.
Among them, one stood out immediately.
Fiora-Ul.
A veteran officer of Krypton's military caste.
Unlike Superman, who had spent his life as a civilian and learned combat largely through experience, Fiora had undergone formal Kryptonian military training. Every movement reflected decades of battlefield conditioning.
Every strike.
Every feint.
Every shift in weight.
Pure combat efficiency.
Although Superman's raw power rivaled hers, his lack of technical skill left him at a disadvantage.
Further away, another battle unfolded.
Captain America struggled against the gravity field.
His vibranium shield briefly flashed through the dust before a fresh gravitational pulse slammed it downward.
Steve dropped to one knee.
The reinforced musculature granted by the Super Soldier Serum kept him alive, but barely.
His arms trembled.
His back bent dangerously.
Even maintaining a kneeling position required immense effort under four times Earth's normal gravity.
Lynn switched communication frequencies.
The encrypted battlefield channel connected immediately.
"The Miracle Field Hospital is operational."
His calm voice spread across every active communication network.
"All wounded personnel may be transferred to my location."
A brief pause followed.
Then:
"Consultation fees have increased twentyfold."
"No negotiations."
The channel fell silent.
For exactly two seconds.
Then came Tony Stark's voice.
"How did you even get in there?!"
The frustration was obvious.
"My Mark 38 got crushed."
Lynn adjusted the medical pod's stabilization settings.
"Because I'm more durable than your armor."
"You—"
A violent explosion interrupted Tony.
The transmission cut briefly.
Lynn turned.
Something was approaching.
Fast.
Very fast.
A black blur erupted from the battlefield.
Fiora.
She had noticed him.
More specifically, she had noticed an Earth native standing casually within a gravity field that was crippling superheroes.
That anomaly demanded immediate elimination.
In Fiora's eyes, Earthlings were irrelevant.
Inferior.
Temporary.
Their extermination was simply part of Krypton's future.
Her attack contained no anger.
No emotion.
Only efficiency.
A professional soldier removing an obstacle.
She accelerated.
Three hundred meters vanished in less than two-tenths of a second.
Shockwaves erupted behind her.
White vapor cones formed along her flight path.
Concrete fragments exploded outward.
Only a handful of individuals on the battlefield could have reacted.
Superman.
Perhaps Flash under normal circumstances.
Nobody else.
Unfortunately, Flash was currently lying in a crater with multiple fractures.
And Superman was occupied.
From the distance came Clark's voice.
"Lynn!"
"Move!"
The warning distorted beneath the World Engine's gravity pulses.
Lynn heard it anyway.
Move?
Why?
Within the All-Seeing Eye's perception, Fiora appeared almost stationary.
Every variable became visible.
Trajectory.
Muscle contraction patterns.
Force distribution.
Center-of-mass adjustments.
Even microscopic stress patterns inside her armor.
All analyzed instantly.
Battlefield Domain activated.
Fiora's fist closed the final centimeter.
Then Lynn moved.
Not a dodge.
A counter.
His right hand rose.
Palm open.
The angle was perfect.
The timing was perfect.
The motion was almost casual.
Smack.
The sound echoed throughout the ruins.
For a brief moment, the battlefield froze.
Lynn's palm connected directly with Fiora's mask.
The force behind the strike was terrifying.
The Immortal Divine Body supplied overwhelming physical power.
Vibranium Resonance simultaneously released stored kinetic energy accumulated from countless previous impacts.
The combined force detonated through Fiora's head and armor.
Her mask shattered instantly.
Fragments scattered through the air.
Then Fiora disappeared.
Not literally.
She simply moved too quickly to follow.
The Kryptonian officer flew backward at a velocity far greater than her original charge.
Five ruined buildings collapsed as she tore through them.
Steel beams twisted.
Concrete exploded.
Walls disintegrated.
Eventually, her body embedded itself deep within a massive steel support column.
Blood trickled from her mouth.
Her helmet was gone.
Her eyes had lost focus.
For several seconds, absolute silence dominated the battlefield.
Superman stared.
His mouth opened slightly.
Then remained open.
The image refused to make sense.
Fiora-Ul was among Zod's most dangerous soldiers.
An elite combatant forged through Krypton's military system.
Someone who routinely overwhelmed opponents with superior skill.
And she had just been slapped across half a city.
By a doctor.
Captain America looked up from the rubble.
His exhausted eyes followed the same scene.
Lynn stood calmly beside the medical pod.
White coat immaculate.
Not a single trace of dust visible.
Three hundred meters away, a Kryptonian warrior hung embedded inside a steel column.
Steve's thoughts briefly stopped functioning.
Then a memory surfaced.
The Battle of New York.
The Hulk.
Back then, Lynn had punched Hulk.
At the time, Steve had assumed he must have imagined the event.
Now he wasn't so sure.
The situation somehow felt even more absurd.
Lynn lowered his hand.
Then flexed his wrist.
No redness.
No swelling.
Nothing.
His skin remained completely normal.
"Comfortable."
He nodded slightly.
The evaluation seemed satisfactory.
Then he picked up a medical case.
And began walking toward Fiora.
The Kryptonian soldier struggled.
Without her helmet, the situation deteriorated rapidly.
Kryptonian battle armor wasn't merely protection.
It provided environmental adaptation and sensory regulation.
Now those systems were compromised.
Earth assaulted her senses.
The sounds were too loud.
The colors too vivid.
The atmosphere felt wrong.
The sensory overload described repeatedly in Superman lore had begun affecting her.
Every sound felt amplified.
Every sensation felt overwhelming.
Her breathing became uneven.
Pain spread through her skull.
Yet she remained dangerous.
Extremely dangerous.
The moment she saw Lynn approaching, hostility ignited again.
She ripped herself free from the steel column.
The damaged structure screamed as metal tore apart.
Then she attacked.
A punch.
Direct.
Violent.
Lynn shifted slightly.
The fist passed beside his head.
The resulting shockwave pulverized a concrete support behind him.
Before Fiora could recover, Lynn moved.
His left hand closed around her wrist.
Instantly.
Effortlessly.
Fiora pulled.
Nothing happened.
She pulled harder.
Still nothing.
Lynn's grip felt immovable.
Like being trapped inside a hydraulic press.
Like being shackled to a mountain.
No matter how much force she applied, his hand refused to move.
"Don't move."
His tone remained calm.
Fiora didn't understand English.
She understood the situation anyway.
Because she genuinely couldn't move.
Lynn opened the medical case.
Then removed a specialized extraction needle.
The instrument gleamed beneath the gray skies.
Constructed from vibranium.
Enhanced using electromagnetic reinforcement fields.
Specifically designed for high-density biological samples.
Including Kryptonian tissue.
Lynn examined the needle.
Then looked at Fiora.
For the first time since arriving in Metropolis, a faint smile appeared.
A veteran Kryptonian soldier.
A complete Kryptonian genetic template.
An exceptionally valuable patient.
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