A copy of Spider-Man had just died in an instant.
The battlefield fell silent. Everyone was stunned.
Most people weren't sure how much power the Super Skrulls retained from the heroes they imitated. But one thing was clear—
The Spider-Man copy didn't even have a chance to fight back.
Even Carter, with all his arrogance and confidence, hadn't expected this.
It was like the Justice League's faith in Batman—Carter had believed in his Super Skrull army.
But belief couldn't change reality.
The Spider-Man clone hadn't even blinked.
No, before his eyelids could close—he was gone.
The real Spider-Man stood frozen on a rooftop below, staring at the ash that used to be his clone.
A heavy silence weighed on him.
"Am… am I that weak?"
He clenched his fists.
Flexed his arms. Stole a glance at his biceps.
Then he turned his gaze upward—
At Superman's arms, effortlessly smashing through enemies in the sky.
His thigh-sized arms.
Spider-Man's mouth twitched under his mask.
As Spider-Man spiraled into self-doubt, the Justice League around him didn't hesitate to tease him.
"Haha, Peter, you're way too weak!"
Ghost Rider—or rather, Phil—grinned under his mask, giving Spider-Man a playful pat on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, man. Sure, you were the first to die… but hey, the first one always gets remembered! Unlike us…"
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted above them.
A fireball tore through the sky.
Phil looked up—
And his entire soul left his body.
This time— he was the one who died.
Just like the Spider-Man copy, Phil's replica was obliterated before he could react.
His equipment, his flying skateboard—everything vanished in flames.
The real Phil gulped.
"G-Guh…"
Silence.
Then—
"Haha! Phil, you're number two!" Venom cackled.
"Guess you won't be remembered after all! And damn, you're weak!"
Phil's frustration snapped.
"Shut up!" he growled.
"You're next! And not just you—anyone still in the sky is DEAD!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Before his words even finished, more explosions roared above.
Venom was next.
Superman, locked in combat with a Venom copy, didn't even break a sweat.
His heat vision cut through Venom's clone like a knife through butter.
The battle was over before it began.
Next, Superman turned his attention to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles clones.
He didn't even need heat vision this time.
Instead—
He took a deep breath.
A technique just as powerful as heat vision.
A powerful, freezing gust erupted from his lungs.
Super Breath.
A force capable of freezing enemies solid, creating hurricanes, and even altering the weather.
"Whooosh—!"
A bone-chilling roar swept through the sky.
The air froze over instantly. Even the civilians below felt it.
New Yorkers shivered, goosebumps rising on their arms.
The cold was overwhelming.
The four cloned turtles tried to keep attacking— But in an instant, they were completely frozen.
CRACK! CRACK!
Encased in solid ice.
Just like Captain America, frozen for decades—but this time, there was no coming back.
Their bodies locked. Their minds stopped.
The battlefield belonged to Superman.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the next moment, the frozen turtles plummeted from the sky, crashing onto the empty street below.
BOOM!
The ground rumbled—
Then, the most horrifying thing happened.
CRACK!
The four frozen Ninja Turtles shattered into countless fragments of ice and dust.
Pieces too small to ever be put back together.
"Hiss—"
On a nearby rooftop, the real Ninja Turtles stood frozen in shock.
Their eyes locked onto their own shattered copies.
A deep, primal fear gripped them—
Not of the Super Skrulls.
Not of the battle.
But of Superman.
Michelangelo's voice was barely a whisper.
"I feel like… I just died for real."
Donatello swallowed hard.
"This is insane. The Super Skrulls should have all our powers. Theoretically, they're even stronger than us after genetic tuning… And yet, even the 'optimized' versions of us got obliterated by one breath."
Leonardo and Raphael didn't say a word.
Their eyes were locked on Superman.
This wasn't just Batman's ally.
This was a force of nature.
Around them, the other heroes who had yet to fall also stared at the battle.
Their expressions slowly turned blank.
Now, they understood.
Batman's confidence had once seemed mysterious.
Superman's arrival had once seemed overkill.
Now—
It all made sense.
He was too strong. Too terrifying.
And suddenly, it clicked.
Superman wasn't human.
He was an alien.
Oh.
Now it all made sense.
BOOM!
Just as the world was processing Superman's overwhelming dominance, something shifted.
For the first time, Superman seemed to face resistance.
A deep roar split the sky.
The Hulk copy had finally made his move.
Propelled by an aircraft, he plummeted toward Superman—
His massive green fist, larger than a casserole pot, hurtled like a meteor toward the Kryptonian.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The sheer sonic boom of his descent shook the battlefield.
His speed—
Under the influence of some unseen force—
Seemed to break the sound barrier.
Watching this, every hero felt their scalps tingle.
But despite the titanic impact, they still looked at Superman expectantly.
BOOM!
A deep shockwave tore through the air as Superman raised a single hand—
And caught the Hulk replica's punch.
BOOM!
A second explosion followed, rippling outward from the point of impact.
The sheer force of it sent visible air waves spreading across the battlefield.
A heavy silence fell.
Everyone was on edge.
"Wait… this guy actually reached Superman? He actually landed a hit?"
For the first time in this battle, someone had gotten close enough to touch the Man of Steel.
But—
Superman's expression never changed.
His hand never wavered.
His body never moved.
Instead, he simply looked down at the Hulk clone.
And then—
He smiled.
"Huh."
"I overestimated you."
Without another word—
Superman spun.
WHOOSH!
With a single motion, he lifted the Hulk copy off his feet and hurled him toward the ground.
BOOM!
The impact shattered the earth, leaving behind a crater dozens of meters wide.
The battlefield fell silent.
The other Super Skrulls—the Hulk replica's own companions—stiffened in place.
Their faces reflected pure disbelief.
Before anyone could react—
Superman's eyes flashed red.
A familiar glow.
Then—
ZAP!
His heat vision fired, slamming into the Hulk copy at the bottom of the crater.
The ground melted instantly—
The massive pit turned into a pool of molten lava.
The air itself twisted from the unbearable heat.
BOOM!
The Hulk copy's head—
Exploded.
Like a bursting watermelon.
Instantly evaporated by heat vision.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
The battlefield was silent.
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