Marvel's Superman [Completed]

"Boss?"

The Gladiator revealed a skeptical look.

The universe was no different from the natural world.

To some extent, they all obeyed the cold law of the jungle.

Thus, the measure of a person's weakness and strength was divided into a number of criteria.

Wealth, status, planetary background, individual strength ... and so on

Karla itself is one of the three major forces of the Galaxy and the Captain of the Imperial Guards of the Shi'ar Empire.

Coupled with a reputation as the strongest warrior in the universe, even a war madman like Ronan, the Accuser, wouldn't randomly try to mess with him.

It could be said that the galaxy was similar to a huge building with a pyramid configuration.

Then, the Gladiator was already standing on top and had the capital to look down on other creatures.

So, he was full of confidence. He only had admiration for Zod, who had defeated Ronan, rather than thinking that the other party could really compete with him.

"Yes, I'm his boss."

Luke nodded, looking candid.

No matter how powerful Zod was, he was just a worker under his hands.

Gladiator thought for a moment. Seeing the Kryptonian General sitting in the audience and closing his eyes, recuperating his spirit without refuting it, he reluctantly believed it.

"Well, then, this challenge is yours to take up."

Kallark clenched his fists and went into combat position.

An amazing aura erupted from that incredibly strong body.

As if it were a substance, it formed a pale flame of light.

"What a spike in combat power."

Luke whispered a little chuckle.

It looked like the Gladiator he was encountering was full of confidence and at the top of his game.

This Captain of the Shi'ar Imperial Guards, ranked as one of Marvel's four Supermen was known for becoming increasingly powerful the more confident he became.

'A very idealistic ability!'

As long as the Gladiator believed in himself, he would be able to use 200% of his strength and even make a breakthrough on the spot or something.

On the contrary, the slightest inner doubt would soon reduce him to a third-rate piece of crap who couldn't even do the job of a miscellaneous soldier.

So Kallark had a great record of winning but also a history of losing.

"I take fighting seriously, and since you have to challenge me, don't delude yourself ..."

The Gladiator wanted to dissuade Luke with a few solemn warnings.

But the latter didn't have the heart to listen any further and interrupted Kallark by stomping heavily on the ground.

Unlike Ronan the Accuser, Zod opened his eyes with great enthusiasm.

Luke's foot went down without the slightest movement being transmitted due to the subtle manipulation of the bio-force field.

Silently, the floor of the arena crumbled and collapsed, turning into a cloud of extremely fine atomic dust.

The flow of time seemed to slow down, and the scene of destruction was captured, frame by frame.

The people sitting in the audience saw this scene, felt as if their hearts were tightly grasped by a large hand and felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation.

It was as if death had appeared in front of them, about to swing its scythe and harvest their lives.

The fear was so intense that it couldn't be contained.

The wave of destruction, rapidly expanding outwards with Luke as the centre of the circle, soon reached the Gladiator.

"Strong ..."

Kallark, who was originally dismissive and skeptical, looked stern.

He hadn't anticipated such a terrifying force within Luke's tall and sturdy frame.

Gladiator was discerning enough to understand that this stomp demonstrated a level of intensity that was far superior to that of Ronan and Zod.

It didn't solely rely on strong brute force but displayed an extremely frightening degree of control.

If anything, Ronan the Accuser and Zod were two unskilled reckless men competing with each other to see whose fist was harder.

Then, Luke was a world-class boxing champion, not only with crushing power but also outstanding skills.

The difference between the two sides couldn't be more different.

"Just what I was looking for!"

Kallark simply felt energised.

He always wanted to meet an opponent, like Luke, who could place a lot of pressure on him.

There was no flinching, no backing off.

The Gladiator swung his fists. The muscles of his entire body, like a block of solid steel, exuded an intimidating and oppressive momentum.

He took a step!

Bang!

Like a fist hitting an indestructible wall...

Kallark felt the strong recoil, and his whole right arm felt a little numb.

The energy field alone was extremely robust.

'In the name of Majestrix Lilandra, this is a worthy fight!'

The battle-ready Gladiator brutally slammed into Luke.

The knotted muscles sent out a ripple of air, and a pale flame of light shot up into the sky.

Fighting with all his might, Kallark finally tore through the bio-force field, breaking through the invisible barrier and closing in on Luke.

The huge fist struck through the air with a fury no less violent than that of a typhoon sweeping through.

"The way you're putting in the effort is truly awe-inspiring."

Luke quipped, seemingly with no intention of dodging.

His expression remained unchanged as he took a deep breath.

The air currents, enough to turn steel into scrap metal, were all directed at the tall, mountainous figure.

Like a bottomless pit, it sucked out the air at the centre of the gladiatorial arena, creating a semi-vacuum environment.

The Gladiator didn't care. He was perfectly capable of surviving in a space-like environment, and he didn't need to breathe.

In an instant, a strong and powerful fist smashed through.

This was a terrifying blow that could shatter mountains and alter the landscape!

Kallark, without reservation, threw everything he had at Luke in the most powerful and ferocious attack of his life!

Boom---

The astonishing sound dissolved into nothingness before it could be heard.

Luke simply raised an eyebrow and opened his palm, firmly catching the punch.

Even though it carried an unimaginable and terrifying force, it still couldn't move an inch. Luke's body wasn't even shaking.

The stagnant air currents roared like wild dragons, emitting a sharp whistling sound and forming a furious hurricane.

The arena was on the verge of collapse, and the spectators sitting in the front rows were rolling away from the scene for fear of being involved in the aftermath.

"How is this possible?"

The Gladiator's eyes widened as if he was greatly agitated.

He couldn't believe that all the will he had consumed, and all the power he had gathered, hadn't caused any damage to Luke.

"Is it my turn?"

Luke gently asked.

He had long since graduated from the stacking battle power level.

With a raise of his hand, he could shatter a planet and destroy a world.

It was a breeze for today's Superman.

Therefore, even if Kallark was as powerful as he could be and could be called the most powerful warrior in the universe...

Once faced with Luke, they were like two different dimensional creatures, completely incomparable.

Between the flicker of his eyes, a raging burst of energy was erupting.

Before the Gladiator could recover from the shocking, frustrating and brutal reality, he was blown away.

The distinctive Mohawk haircut drooped down, and the combat suit, capable of withstanding artillery bombardment and space radiation, was charred and blackened.

"How did this happen ..."

Kallark's eyes were vacant. He kept muttering as if he was caught up in endless doubt.