Superman: Starting with Witrum

Chapter 13 Allen

After giving Anissa a lesson in the same style as Mark's "All-Round Hero" style of education, Isaac and his companion walked out of the blue teleportation tunnel.

The original planet was left with a split AI sub-program to manage the entire planet.

"The meteorite from Mount Tai is falling!" A burly figure with large eyes raised his arms above his shoulders and then slammed them down heavily.

A figure dressed in a white cosmic uniform was slammed down in front of Isaac, who had just passed through the passage.

"...Why did I see Chang Wei beating Lai Fu as soon as I arrived? It seems the battle situation is very unfavorable for our warriors." Isaac never expected that he would see the Empire become like this as soon as he transmigrated.

Due to the recent high activity of the entire Witrum people, who have been sweeping through surrounding civilizations with an overbearing attitude in search of Isaac, the Interstellar Alliance has received many distress signals from civilizations that have been ravaged by the Witrum Empire.

Although the Interstellar Alliance is a behemoth with numerous member states.

But the true core, possessing cutting-edge technology or absolute military power sufficient to influence the alliance's direction, consists of only a few dozen top interstellar civilizations.

The Alliance Speaker immediately issued an emergency order, demanding that the Alliance retaliate against Witrum's members.

Trigger decided to use the war with the Star Alliance to distract his arch-enemy. A border conflict with the Alliance was the perfect smokescreen to divert attention and confuse the public.

However, his people are precious, and casualties should be minimized as much as possible. Their operation is planned to begin with the weakest planetary civilization among the alliance members.

At Trigger's command, the Vikings launched a large-scale attack on Alliance members, and the Yunopa, as staunch anti-Virgin vanguards, naturally took the lead in the charge.

Just a few hours ago, a special team suddenly appeared on this planet and came after discovering traces of the Varians.

A battle has begun.

The one-eyed alien, Allen, was initially unsure of his own strength and fought rather cautiously.

While his teammates opted for offense, he was the only one to choose a defensive stance. After all, he had recently been nearly killed by the Vixingians.

Boom!

A heavy punch slammed into his outstretched arms, the immense force traveling through his arms and then impacting his entire body.

Allen slid back half a step, carving shallow furrows into the rocks beneath his feet.

However, the expected excruciating pain and groans of bones did not come.

Instead, after the initial shock, a strange feeling welled up inside me.

He assessed the situation with a hint of confusion. "Your power," his voice resonated directly in the mind of the alien opposite him.

"It's a little weaker than I expected. I thought it would... hurt more."

This was clearly a blatant provocation, and Allen's big eyes lit up.

Only now did Allen realize that he had been unaware of the earth-shattering changes taking place inside his body.

He faced a series of dangerous situations during this period, until the last time he was on the verge of death, when the team urgently sent him to the Alliance's secret medical ship.

After receiving some kind of emergency treatment that incorporates genetic enhancement and has not yet been fully disclosed... he woke up again feeling weak, but did not examine himself carefully.

Now, in the lull between battles with the aliens, his senses are heightened to their limits.

Beneath Allen's combat uniform, his pectoral muscles bulged high like hills, his full biceps rolled with each block and burst of power, and his forearm muscles were knotted like the roots of an old tree.

The shock that overwhelmed the two aliens who were besieging him surged like a tidal wave.

This one-eyed Yunopa man initially appeared to be just another ant about to be crushed by the iron fist of the Empire. But soon, they realized something was amiss.

The opponent's defense was incredibly resilient, and his punches were terrifyingly powerful. What unsettled them even more was that this Yunopa man seemed to be...getting stronger as he was being hit?

Now his parrying angles are becoming increasingly tricky, and he even occasionally seizes the slightest gap when they attack together, delivering a backhand punch or elbow that lands squarely on them.

*Crack!* A precise side kick struck one of the aliens in the ribs, causing him to groan and momentarily freeze in his motion.

Another alien's hand chopped past Allen's shoulder, leaving only a shallow wound, and Allen seized the opportunity to deliver a hook punch that slammed into the other's jaw.

The damage caused by Allen's hit is now greater than the trouble caused by the pulse cannons fired desperately by the small Alliance warships next to him!

The two Star Warriors exchanged a glance.

They realized that the seemingly ordinary Yunopa soldier before them was posing a rapidly escalating threat. He had to be eliminated as soon as possible!

With each strike, deadly moves were unleashed.

Faced with two well-coordinated and all-out elites from the planet, they were quickly overwhelmed.

Allen quickly sustained several wounds, his tattered uniform stained with blood. He was punched in the abdomen, staggering backward; then a whip kick to the side nearly knocked him to the ground.

Then he received a solid punch to the face, and the scene he saw with his single eye became double.

However, to Alan's surprise, despite looking bruised and battered, his vital signs remained strong.

The pain seemed to dull after reaching a certain threshold, and a hot, continuous force surged from deep within his body, supporting him to stand up again and again from seemingly hopeless situations.

"I can fight you guys all day long," Allen grinned.

The two aliens grew increasingly terrified as they fought. Was this Yunopa a monster? How could they not kill it?

Victor glanced quickly at Allen, who was standing stubbornly despite his disheveled appearance, and then looked at the most conspicuous flagship in the Alliance fleet array in the distance, with its numerous command antennas.

A decision was made in an instant. He quickly instructed his companions via the internal communication channel: "You hold this monster off! I'm going to carry out the decapitation!"

Before he finished speaking, he changed direction abruptly like a railgun shell, tearing through the air and hurtling straight at the Alliance flagship!

"No!!" Allen's one eye suddenly contracted. He instantly understood the other party's intention.

If the command ship is destroyed or the commander is killed, the allied forces here will fall into chaos without a leader.

Even if the Starfleet retreats, it will still inflict heavy casualties on the Alliance and may even turn the tide of battle.

Without thinking, he pushed off with his feet to give chase.

However, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and the adjutant stood expressionless in front of him.

Although the alien was surprised by Allen's resilience, he remained confident.

After all, the opponent had been "brutally beaten" by him and his companions for so long, and was covered in wounds; his energy level was probably nearing depletion. Did he really want to make a move now?

The adjutant snorted coldly and launched an attack without hesitation, throwing a straight punch—simple yet full of power—towards Allen's face.

Snapped!

A clear, dull thud of muscles colliding. Allen's left hand, like an iron clamp, firmly gripped the fist that Vidor's adjutant was bringing down.

The immense impact caused the ground beneath their feet to crack again, but Allen's arm remained as steady as a rock, without taking a single step back.

His pupils dilated suddenly as he stared in disbelief at his fist being grabbed.

"Just now," Allen's voice echoed in the Vixingan's mind again, "Did you have fun?"

Allen's "fist the size of a clay pot" landed squarely on his unsuspecting face the moment he finished speaking.

Bang—Crack!

That was the muffled sound of nasal cartilage shattering. The alien warrior's head swung violently backward, his body rising uncontrollably into the air, two streams of blood mixed with tissue fluid tracing eerie arcs in the air.

Despite the successful strike, Allen felt no joy whatsoever.

Because at the very moment he threw his punch, he caught a glimpse of a dazzling, incandescent white ball of light suddenly bursting open in the distant night sky.

That was the direction of the Alliance flagship. Immediately following was the shockwave, which triggered a fierce wind and a deafening explosion.

The warrior, who was dizzy and bleeding from the nose from the heavy punch, managed to suppress the concussion and facial pain thanks to the strong physique and fighting instincts of the Vixing people.

He saw Allen's weakness, seized the opportunity, and poured all his strength into his ungrabbed left fist, delivering a powerful and unreserved blow that slammed into Allen's right cheek, which was exposed as he tilted his head back!

Boom!

A heavy thud. Allen's head snapped to one side, and he staggered. A searing pain spread across his cheek.

"You guys... you've really pissed me off," Allen said.

At the same time, his left hand, which had been tightly gripping the adjutant's right fist, suddenly tightened its grip! An unimaginable force erupted.

For the first time, the adjutant's face showed an expression of undisguised pain. He tried to break free, but felt as if his fist was welded to a steel mountain.

It's not over yet!

Allen abruptly pulled the enemy, who was leaning forward in pain, into his arms.

The moment his opponent lost his balance, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the muscles in his neck tightened like steel cables. He delivered a fierce headbutt, like a warhammer, slamming it into the enemy's face!

Bang! !

His face visibly caved in, his entire head looked as if it had been struck by a battering ram, jerking backward and spurting blood from his mouth, nose, and even his eyes and ears.

The immense impact instantly plunged him into a severe concussion, leaving him with unfocused eyes, impaired consciousness, and his grip on Allen's clothes loosened unconsciously.

Allen's right hand, with its five fingers joined together, transformed into a hand blade, his arm muscles compressed and stored power like a hydraulic press, unleashing the strength and speed of his entire body.

Click—sizzle!

Allen's arm swiftly and precisely sliced ​​through the steel body of the alien, plunging from the chest down to the wrist!

Hot blood gushed out instantly, staining Allen's entire arm red and dripping down the folds of his battle suit.

The alien instantly entered a near-death state, staring incredulously at the "hole" that had appeared in his chest.

Allen slowly withdrew his arm, thick blood dripping from his fingertips.

Victor's adjutant instinctively reached out again, his lips moving but no sound came out. Then, his tall body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Without any hesitation, Allen slightly bent his knees, and the hard ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked and sank.

The next moment, he transformed into a blurry afterimage, trailing blood and dust, and shot straight toward Victor.

This sudden, desperate attack took even Victor, who was preparing to give the order, by surprise. The enemy was too fast!

By the time he sensed danger and tried to react, Allen was already upon him.

A close call! Victor was, after all, an experienced officer, and his instincts in the face of life and death made him react as quickly as possible.

He grabbed the burning wreckage of a small Alliance warship beside him and used it as a shield between himself and the attacker, sending him flying to the front of the passage.

However, after a while, he did not sense any further attacks.

Moving the parts aside, they discovered that the enemy had vanished, replaced by a figure in a silver-red battle robe.