Superwoman’s alias in human society is Lois Lane.
Although she shares the same name as Lois, the lover of Superman in the main Universe and known to fans as the “Reporter Hero,” she is actually the counterpart to the main Universe’s Wonder Woman, an Amazon warrior from Paradise Island—a twisted version, of course.
Superwoman perfectly fits the tone of this World: sinister, cruel, and unscrupulous in achieving her goals.
In the original storyline, she juggled between Ultraman and Owlman to conceive offspring from the strongest, while the true father of the child in her womb was actually Alexander Luthor.
Simply put, by any standard, it’s a total mess.
Superwoman’s weapon corresponds to the Lasso of Truth of the main World’s Wonder Woman, called the Lasso of Submission—it looks like thorns, and its effect is far more evil than the Lasso of Truth; those entangled by it have their wills directly twisted, becoming puppets of the wielder.
The label Ultraman mentally attached to her was: extreme disgust.
But she is an important character in the original storyline for opposing Darkseid, and killing her would cause unpredictable deviations in the timeline.
Therefore, he had to keep her alive for now so he would just beat her until it hurt!
“Do you know, Ultraman.” Superwoman slowly rose from the ground, her long black hair spreading in the wind, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.
“Since I came to this human society, everyone has been saying that you are the strongest.” Superwoman flew closer and closer, the implication in her tone so thick it was almost dripping with honey.
“I wonder, could I have a deeper interaction with such an excellent male?”
Ultraman looked at the affected, pretentious woman in front of him with an expressionless face.
What flashed through his mind wasn’t any ambiguous imagery, but rather her messy interpersonal relationships from the original comics flirting with Ultraman on the surface, hooking up with Owlman behind the scenes, and the child in her womb being Luthor’s.
Ultraman was at least a person with normal values before he transmigrated, and he had no intention of “doing as the Romans do” in this regard after transmigrating.
“You are causing chaos in the territory I rule.” Ultraman’s voice was cold and steady, like a judge reading a verdict, “Are you provoking me?”
“Me?” Superwoman was not only not scared off, but she smiled even more brilliantly.
Superwoman’s fingers gently stroked the Lasso of Submission at her waist, her voice carrying a trace of dangerous sweetness.
“I just wanted to see with my own eyes if you really deserve the title of’strongest,’ and besides, these mortals are just ants, why bother caring about them?”
Before she finished speaking, Superwoman flicked her wrist, and the Lasso of Submission transformed into a black shadow, striking straight at Ultraman’s neck with a whistling sound.
It was fast among all the opponents she had faced, fewer than three people could dodge this whip.
It wasn’t teleportation, but pure flight speed, so fast that before Superwoman’s retina had finished processing the previous image, a fist had already accurately smashed into her left cheek.
The sound of bone colliding with the fist exploded over the street, like a muffled thunderclap.
Superwoman flew backward, flipping twice in the air before barely steadying herself.
Superwoman covered her face, her swollen cheekbone and an expression twisted by pain visible between her fingers.
That charming smile from just a moment ago was shattered into nothingness.
“Men are truly barbaric!” Superwoman’s voice squeezed out from between her teeth, sounding as gloomy as if she were a different person.
But Superwoman was an Amazon warrior after all; the excruciating pain didn’t make her retreat, but instead stirred up the violence in her bones.
She kicked off the air beneath her feet, turning herself into a bolt of black lightning as she rushed back, kicking towards Ultraman’s chest.
The sole of her foot collided with that blue bodysuit, emitting a dull thud.
Then she felt a sharp pain shoot from her calf all the way to her knee.
It was like kicking an incredibly hard stone, her bones groaning under the unbearable strain.
“If this is all the strength you have.” Ultraman glanced down at the foot she had kicked against his chest, his tone devoid of any fluctuation.
Ultraman’s right hand was already clenched into a fist, and he launched an uppercut from bottom to top, striking her squarely on the chin.
Superwoman, like a batted baseball, had her whole body fold backward, tracing a parabola in the air.
But just as this punch landed, her wrist moved imperceptibly.
The Lasso of Submission did not fly towards Ultraman’s front it circled in an arc and silently wrapped around his arm from behind.
Superwoman pulled a triumphant arc at the corner of her mouth; the excruciating pain in her chin hadn’t subsided, but she didn’t care.
As long as the lasso entangled him, even Ultraman would have to
“Ultraman!
Obey me!
Kneel before me!” Superwoman steadied herself in mid-air, shaking her long hair, which was matted into strands by sweat and blood, her voice filled with triumphant arrogance, “You really hit me” You are reading on novelping . com, the official source.
The words stopped.
Ultraman did not kneel; he didn’t even move.
His expression was exactly the same as before indifferent, calm, as if he were looking at a fly that had flown into the room.
Only his eyes lit up red, getting brighter and brighter, brighter and brighter.
“Why…”
Superwoman’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Her lasso had clearly wrapped around him, and she had clearly activated the lasso’s power to twist wills; why did this man in front of her have no reaction?
Fear and confusion collided in Superwoman’s mind, and before she could reach any conclusion, a fist rapidly enlarged in her field of vision.
Heavier and more ruthless than the previous two punches.
“Boom!”
The entire street trembled, and Superwoman’s body slammed into the asphalt like a meteorite, gravel splashing, dust rising to the sky.
When the smoke and dust cleared, there was a humanoid crater in the ground, with Superwoman’s body embedded in it, having lost consciousness.
Her long black hair was scattered in the cracks of the gravel, and the silver-white S emblem on her chest was stained gray by dust.
Ultraman looked down at the Lasso of Submission wrapped around his arm, reached out to untie it, and tossed it aside casually.
The movement was light, as if untying a mis-tied shoelace; as the inverted counterpart of Superman, his magic resistance was maxed out, and any magic that touched him was equal to zero.
This was probably the only hardware advantage he could show off compared to Superman.
Ultraman shifted his gaze away from the unconscious woman in the pit and turned to the distance, three kilometers away, to the roof of an office building.
“How was the show, Luthor?”
Ultraman’s voice was not loud, but he knew the other party could hear him.
On the rooftop, a man stood in the shadows.
He had a thick head of hair, a robust build, and was wearing a finely tailored dark coat.
On his chest, a lightning-bolt-shaped emblem faintly glowed in the darkness.