Superman: Starting with Witrum

Chapter 14: A Battle-Hard Individual, Allen, Encounters the Strongest Being on Planet Wei

Just by looking at his stance, you can tell he's incredibly strong.

Looking at Isaac's posture with his hands on his hips and legs apart, Allen once again felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Anissa slowly stepped forward from beside Isaac, ready to resolve this trouble in front of him.

"Step back, Anissa."

Isaac's voice rang out calmly.

Having consumed several Witrum experience packs and frequently undergone near-death evolutions, Allen is now like an Arch-Tempered King from the Monster Hunter world. Anissa is no longer capable of dealing with Allen.

Without any hesitation, Anissa instantly withdrew her strength, her figure drifting backward, and stood beside Isaac once more.

Isaac's gaze fell on Aaron in the pit.

Allen stretched his neck, making a soft "crack" sound.

"You're their commander?" Allen sent a telepathic message, his confidence soaring after a double kill. "You seem a bit stronger than that woman from before. Hope you can give me some fun."

“You are too dangerous, Yunopa,” Isaac said, his voice neither praising nor stating, “but the Yunopa’s era is over.”

Then Isaac beckoned to Aaron, signaling him to attack.

Allen roared, and the ground beneath his feet exploded. His muscle fibers swelled his body by a third, and he shot towards Isaac like a cannonball.

"die--!!!"

Allen threw out both fists simultaneously, and wherever his fists passed, the air was compressed and ionized, forming two visible cone-shaped shockwaves.

Faced with a blow that could destroy a small warship, Isaac slightly turned to the side.

The two terrifying shockwaves grazed his chest and back before slamming into the rock wall behind him.

This person... this guy in the silver-red battle robe, just turned his body slightly and dodged it?

Allen went completely mad. He stopped thinking about tactics, stopped conserving his energy, and poured all his strength, all his anger, and all his resentment into his next attack.

"Then I will use the powerful energy within me as my driving force... to exceed the gravitational pull of stars and unleash my energy—a meteor burst!"

He transformed into a dazzling white streak. Amidst the frenzied roar, the moving shockwave generated linear ionic flames that swept across the land in his path.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees, headbutts… every part of his body became a weapon. The attacks poured down like a torrential rain, and blazing white light swirled and danced in space, rapidly colliding with Isaac.

Soon, a series of flashing metallic storms erupted; the airflow in their path was heated into flame-like plasma, flashing and revealing Allen's speeding figure.

The lingering flames crisscrossed, like a hunting net tightening around Isaac, demonstrating the relentless, high-intensity bombardment. Each strike carried devastating energy.

The ground trembled, the air wailed, and the space within tens of meters of Isaac became an absolute death zone. Any matter that entered this area would be torn into atoms in an instant.

However, at the heart of this raging storm of attacks, Isaac was like a reef in a turbulent current.

The silver-red battle robe fluttered in the gale, yet remained spotless.

While dodging, Isaac thoughtfully provided the voiceover: "Muda muda muda..."

Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Thirty seconds.

Allen's attack frequency began to decrease. Not because he was exhausted—his genetic enhancements gave him enough stamina to sustain a battle of this intensity for hours on end—but because of despair.

It missed.

No matter what, I can't hit it.

No matter how many punches he throws continuously, it's just "Ora Ora".

Every attack, even though the opponent has been locked on and all evasion angles have been blocked... just before the hit, the opponent always manages to "slide" out through a theoretically impossible gap in some unbelievable way.

"Enough," Isaac suddenly spoke. "Take this punch and I'll let you go."

Without any build-up or fanfare, he simply took a step forward, his right fist following.

This punch didn't look fast; it even seemed a bit... casual.

But in Allen's single-eyed perception, the entire world vanished. All that remained in his vision was that ever-growing fist.

Time became viscous and long, and he could "see" the space cracking silently like fragile glass wherever his fist passed.

He wanted to move, to dodge, to parry. But his genetically enhanced body, capable of tearing through steel, now felt as heavy as a star's core. Every cell screamed a warning: Do not touch! Do not resist!

puff.

A soft sound.

It's like a bag full of liquid being gently punctured.

Isaac's fist touched Allen's remaining arm bones, which were crossed over his chest.

Then--

Allen's upper body disintegrated silently, starting from the point of contact.

Skin, muscles, bones, internal organs... everything was broken down into the finest particles, smaller than dust, within the incomprehensible force field contained in that fist.

There was no splattered blood, no flying bone fragments, only a faint red mist mixed with tissue powder that rose up instantly, enveloping an area of ​​several meters in radius.

His lower body was still stiffly standing in the pit, the cut surface smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by the most precise instrument.

The red mist had not yet begun to dissipate.

Isaac inhaled slightly, his chest expanding slightly, and then gently blew towards Allen's remaining lower body and the red mist.

call--

A chilling, azure current swept out. Wherever it passed, the air froze into ice crystals that fell to the ground, covering it with a thick layer of dark blue ice.

Allen's lower body was instantly encased in transparent, indestructible ice, along with all the blood and flesh particles in the air, frozen in place, maintaining the dynamic state of the moment of explosion.

Isaac lowered his hands, and two points of intense, supernova-like golden-red light shone in his eyes.

Two thumb-thick, extremely refined golden-red rays burst forth from his eyes, accurately striking the ice sculpture.

sizzle...

The ice sculpture vaporized in a fraction of a second, and the frozen flesh particles, under unimaginable high temperatures, did not even leave ashes, but directly decomposed into the most basic energy particles and dissipated into the air.

Beneath the ice layer, the ground was melted into a tiny, smooth-edged hole that seemed to have no bottom. The rocks at the edge of the hole were in a vitrified, crystalline state.

The wind blew gently by.

The pit was empty; there were no remains, no ashes, not even a trace of the scent of its existence.

Allen, the Yunopa warrior who underwent genetic enhancement, constantly broke through in battle, and once made the elite warriors of the planet viscera despair, was completely erased from the material world, as if he had never existed.