"It's been a long time… Be careful!" Clark's eyes narrowed as he warned.
Doomsday's one hand was blocked, yet the other smashed forward instantly. As a creature born from Kryptonian gene mutation, Doomsday had almost zero rationality, but his combat intelligence was unparalleled.
He attacked Malrick with heavy punches and fire breath, carrying all the abilities Bizarro possessed. But none of it mattered.
Malrick effortlessly blocked a punch that could have shattered the Moon, without even showing strain. That level of power, enough to destroy Earth, felt to him like a leaf drifting onto the sea.
Whoosh!
Malrick unleashed his Freezing Breath, now perfected to an extreme. With a single exhalation, Bizarro-Doomsday and the surrounding space plummeted to absolute zero; every molecule froze in place.
"See, Clark, you don't always need brute force. Sometimes the opposite power works better."
He turned to Wolf Superman with a teasing grin. Clark, his suit tattered and cape reduced to rags, stared at the frozen Doomsday, unsure how to respond.
"You mean I didn't use Freezing Breath to counter his Fire Breath?" Clark hesitated, then smiled honestly at Malrick.
"Thanks, Malrick. Without you, this could have been disastrous. You've grown much stronger."
"I've only improved a little," Malrick shrugged, "Actually, you've been slacking, so I just look stronger."
Clark's smile faltered into a helpless laugh. "We'll joke about this later. Last time you visited, you didn't have this kind of power." His gaze returned to Doomsday, wary and angry.
"We need to deal with this creature first. It's the Doomsday created by Lex Luthor," Clark said, concern lacing his tone.
He explained to Malrick, in case he wasn't familiar: "His initial power differs from mine, and his combat skills are still developing. But he can resurrect repeatedly. I've killed him dozens of times, yet he always recovers, each revival making him stronger and immune to previous damage. The only way to truly stop him is to destroy every cell—throw him into the Sun."
Clark pointed to the spikes covering Doomsday. "These are all X-Kryptonite. He was transformed from the corpse of my Anti-World doppelgänger after his death. X-Kryptonite is his weakness, but now it's insufficient. His only remaining vulnerability is the Yellow Sun."
Supporting Doomsday with both hands, Clark remained protected by a bio-field, unaffected by the extreme cold from Malrick's Freezing Breath.
"Malrick, let's push him into the Sun!" Clark urged. "We need to act quickly before he adapts to the cold and gains resistance."
Doomsday's immortality and evolving traits were terrifying—the very reason he had once killed Superman in the comics. Clark's worry was palpable, but Malrick remained calm.
"Isn't this your Anti-World doppelgänger, Clark? We have to save him," Malrick said firmly.
Clark froze, stunned. There was something about Malrick's insistence that felt more like Superman than he had ever encountered. He wanted to save his doppelgänger, but the risk was immense.
"However…" Clark's heart wrestled with doubt.
Then Malrick tore off one of Doomsday's arms with a ripping sound.
Clark's confusion spiked. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, this," Malrick said casually, stashing the massive frozen arm into his world ring. "My gene evolution has stalled again. I need more genetic samples. Doomsday's regeneration is perfect, so no resources are wasted."
The collected arm contained both Bizarro's and Doomsday's DNA—a highly efficient strategy. Clark could only watch, speechless, as realization dawned.
"So that's why you didn't want me to kill him," Clark thought, silently nodding.
"Shall we push him into the Sun now?" Clark asked.
"Why?" Malrick asked, feigning confusion. "Didn't I say we're saving him? Step aside."
Malrick extended his palm toward the frozen Doomsday. Divine power infused with traces of Marvel rules surged outward, sweeping across the asteroid belt. The six-colored divine energy flowed like a lake, boiling and forming a pocket Universe between reality and illusion, enveloping the battlefield.
Within this pocket, the DC Universe's rules were temporarily overridden by Malrick's Six-Gem mastery.
Previously, differences in world rules had limited Malrick's strength. Now, with the world's resistance absent, he could impose his own rules temporarily.
He sensed a higher-dimensional gaze, reminiscent of Eternity—likely the DC Universe's embodiment, Destiny. Yet the presence did not interfere, allowing Malrick to continue.
Time Reversal.
Applying the Time Rule, Malrick reversed Doomsday's timeline. The massive body defrosted, limbs and spikes reshaping, the X-Kryptonite diminishing. Finally, Doomsday reverted into Bizarro Superman—identical in appearance to Wolf Superman, but with sharper features.
While Bizarro remained unconscious, Malrick casually drew some blood from a normal arm, then ended the energy operation, letting the pocket Universe dissolve.
Clark, watching, could only gape. "You… are you still Superman, Malrick?"
"Why not? If you can cheat and become Golden Superman, I can cheat once in a while too," Malrick said with a playful smile, snapping his fingers near Bizarro's ear.
Bizarro awoke instantly, eyes glowing blue with vigilance.
"Lex Luthor!!!" he roared, leaping to his feet.
"See? He's in great condition," Malrick said casually.
Clark could only nod. "Indeed… he's good."
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