The Mechanical Superman, remodeled by Brainiac, had forgotten his past memories, no longer possessing the calm wisdom of a renowned Kryptonian scientist nor the gentle tolerance he once showed his family.

He acted with swift and ruthless efficiency, like a true machine. Shortly after appearing, he didn't exchange more than a few words before attempting to swiftly complete his mission objective—to kill David and Clark.

Whoosh!

A blue alloy battle blade tore through the air with a chilling sound. Clark barely dodged in time, feeling a painful sensation graze his skin, his eyes widening in shock.

The weapons brought by General Zod could harm a Kryptonian bathed in the light of a yellow sun if enough force was applied, and Clark felt that the blade formed from this unknown being's steel body was no less sharp than the daggers wielded by Zod and his ilk.

"Watch out for his weapon!"

Clark shouted a warning to the others, but as soon as he did, the Mechanical Superman sent him flying with a backhand blow. His speed was even faster than that of an ordinary Kryptonian, slightly surpassing even Clark's.@@novelbin@@

"Distraction in battle, emotional entanglement with other matters, these are imperfections!" the Mechanical Superman mocked in a mechanical voice.

Hiss!

Bruce Wayne, piloting Fin Fang Foom's Armor, charged forward to attack, but the Mechanical Superman's electronic eyes emitted terrifyingly hot lasers, accompanied by a massive force that sent him flying backward.

Even at full capacity, Fin Fang Foom's Armor couldn't withstand that power.

"Detecting abnormal gravity parameters in the vicinity."

Just as the Mechanical Superman was about to follow up with another attack, he suddenly felt an overwhelming force, as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on him, causing his body to sink and almost fall to the ground.

Flames burst from beneath his feet to stabilize his body, and he turned fiercely toward the approaching David.

David imposed a terrifying gravity on the Mechanical Superman, making him as if stuck in a quagmire, his movements sluggish and his punches lacking their usual force, each action contending with the immense gravity.

He flew forward, fists swinging, engaging in fierce combat.

"Zod?"

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