Chapter 91: Reverse-Flash travels through time, wanting to assassinate me in my infancy
The buzzing sound of distorted air stung the eardrums.
Like a rusty hacksaw sawing back and forth inside the brain.
The yellow afterimage, carrying crackling arcs of electricity, forcibly tore a rift open from mid-air.
Reverse-Flash Eobard Thawne.
The combat boots on his feet stepped onto the rubble of the plaza.
The soles of his boots still carried high-temperature white smoke generated by friction from crossing the time barrier.
The reverse lightning bolt logo on his chest was glaringly obvious against his yellow spandex suit.
Eobard Thawne panted heavily, his chest heaving violently.
The pair of eyes beneath his cowl radiated a crimson glow.
He stood ten meters away, not taking a single step forward.
His gaze swept past Shen Che.
And fell upon the group of superheroes slumped on the ground like tattered rags.
Bruce's armor was shattered into scrap metal. Clark was buried in the ruins, coughing up blood. Diana's broken spear lay beside her feet.
Justice League. Earth's final resistance force.
Completely wiped out.
Eobard Thawne clenched his back teeth, the muscles on his cheeks bulging into a hard lump.
He was a villain, but even more so, an extremely conceited paranoid.
He regarded Flash as his archenemy, treating the torment of Barry as his lifelong pleasure.
But now, this man named Shen Che had directly overturned the poker table of the entire Earth.
Stepping everyone under his feet as slaves, including him, Reverse-Flash.
How could he endure this?
For a morbid speedster like him, the powerlessness of losing control was the most unbearable thing.
Eobard Thawne's gaze fell back onto Shen Che.
Looking at that immaculate white shirt, looking at that expressionless face.
He did not rush up to engage in close combat.
He was well aware of how Barry's legs had been broken.
On the conventional physical timeline, this man's bio-field and reaction speed formed an unsolvable dead end.
He couldn't beat him.
Since he couldn't beat him at this point in time, he would change the time.
Eobard Thawne twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a sneer uglier than crying.
His teeth appeared ghostly white under the reflection of his red mask.
He raised his right hand.
And flipped off Shen Che, who was ten meters away, with his middle finger.
"You're quite a fighter, right?"
Eobard Thawne's voice came through the vibrations of the Speed Force space, carrying distorted electronic static.
"Silver Age Superman. The ruler of Earth."
He took half a step back, the yellow arcs of electricity reconverging at the soles of his feet.
"Pity."
The madness on Eobard Thawne's face grew thicker, like a gambler who had lost all his chips and was ready to wreck the joint.
"No matter how strong you are, you are still just a creature."
"Creatures must go through birth, aging, sickness, and death, and have the process of growing up from childhood."
He pointed at Shen Che, his fingers trembling slightly—not out of fear, but excitement.
"Eighteen years ago. The underground laboratory of Vought Tower."
Eobard Thawne licked his chapped lips.
"Back then, you were still just a milk baby lying in a stellar chamber, not even having grown your teeth yet."
"No matter how tough your skin is, it cannot withstand erasure on the timeline."
Shen Che had his hands shoved into his pants pockets.
Looking at Eobard Thawne, his pitch-black eyes devoid of any ripples.
He didn't even have the interest to open his mouth and interrupt.
Eobard Thawne was thoroughly infuriated by this indifference.
"I'm going back eighteen years!"
He roared at Shen Che, spit flying onto the inside of his mask.
"I will get there before you open your eyes to look at this Earth."
"With these hands."
He spread his five fingers and made a choking gesture.
"In the swaddling clothes, I'll twist the neck of you alien bastard directly into a pretzel!"
"I am going to completely erase you from the river of time!"
Just as the words fell.
"Zzzt!"
The screeching high-voltage current popped and crackled.
The yellow lightning beneath Eobard Thawne's feet instantly illuminated to the extreme.
His entire body transformed into a yellow strip of light.
Instead of rushing toward Shen Che,
He slammed a sudden about-face, plunging directly into the unclosed spatial rift behind him.
That was the time channel of the Speed Force.
Inside, colorful fragments of time flickered like a shattered kaleidoscope.
Eobard Thawne's figure rapidly shrank within the channel.
He wanted to reverse time and eliminate this tyrant from the root.
The edges of the rift began to contract.
The surrounding air rushed in, making a gurgling sound similar to a flush toilet.
Chloe stood in front of Shen Che.
She was startled by this sudden turn of events.
That guy just cursed Shen Che as an alien bastard.
Chloe's blue eyes instantly bloodshot, the skin around her eye sockets flushing with a charred red due to the high temperature.
"You're courting death!"
She let out a roar, clenching her hands into fists.
The asphalt pavement beneath her feet was stomped into two deep pits.
She prepared to unleash all her Heat Vision, directly blasting into that closing rift.
Burning that bastard in the yellow suit to ashes.
"Wait."
A hand rested on her shoulder.
Slender fingers, distinct knuckles.
Not much force, but Chloe's body instantly froze.
The red light in the depths of her eyes was forcibly suppressed back.
She turned her head and looked at Shen Che.
Shen Che withdrew his hand from her shoulder.
He did not look at Chloe.
His gaze swept past her shoulder, staring fixedly at the time channel that was left with only a single crack.
Within his pitch-black pupils.
A trace of genuine murderous intent finally emerged.
Not the boring apathy of looking at a bug.
But a coldness of having his mood disturbed and preparing to uproot someone entirely.
He had lived for so long; no one had ever dared to make a joke of his infancy.
Changing history?
Erasing existence?
Shen Che twitched the corners of his mouth, pulling a cruel arc even more terrifying than Eobard Thawne's.
He raised his right leg.
His leather shoes tapped lightly on the shattered floor tiles.
No sonic boom cloud, no violent wind.
Silver Age Superman's absolute speed was pulled to an unreasonable limit at this very moment.
Shen Che's figure vanished out of thin air on the spot.
Not even an afterimage was left behind.
In the final tenth of a second before that time rift closed.
He transformed into a beam of black light.
And directly plunged right in after it.
Chapter 92 Dragging the Reverse-Flash Out of the River of Time to Beat Him Up
"Whoosh."
Shen Che's figure instantly vanished in front of Chloe.
That time rift flashing with yellow electric arcs had not yet had time to fully close,
being forcibly pried open by a force that was tyrannical to the extreme.
Shen Che crashed inside, the hem of his white shirt disappearing into the colorful, glaring light.
The rift closed with a "bang."
Starlight Plaza returned to a dead silence, leaving only shattered bricks and broken tiles all over the ground.
Chloe stood in place, her blue eyes staring at that patch of empty air,
her hands clenched into fists before slowly relaxing.
She couldn't go in.
The time tunnel.
There was no air here, no gravity, and not even the concept of up, down, left, or right.
It was like a kaleidoscope tunnel pieced together from glass shards.
On the tunnel walls flashed countless bizarre and grotesque images,
all of them being the shattered past and future of Earth.
The gunshot of Kennedy's assassination, the smoke of World War II, and even the campfires of Native Americans from hundreds of years ago.
The images retreated at high speed, stretching into blurred ribbons of light.
The Reverse-Flash Eobard Thawne was running wildly in the center of these light ribbons.
On his yellow tight uniform, electric arcs crackled.
He ran very fast, and with every step he took, the timeline rewound by ten years.
That face beneath the cowl was distorted due to extreme agitation,
the corners of his mouth split all the way to his ears, revealing ghastly white teeth.
He felt he was a genius.
Couldn't beat that monster? Then don't fight; go straight to the spawn point to delete the character save.
This was the exclusive privilege of speedsters, a dimensional reduction that no brute force could contend against.
When he reached eighteen years ago, in the Underground Room of the Vought Company,
he would slowly, bone by bone, crush the bones of that alien infant.
Eobard Thawne had already begun simulating that perfect assassination in his mind.
"Bang. Bang. Bang."
The Speed Force emitted dull sonic booms within the time tunnel.
He prepared to accelerate further, rushing to the target time point in one breath.
Right at this moment,
Eobard Thawne felt a chill on his back.
It wasn't the chill of a cold breeze blowing past, but rather a creepy sensation of being watched by a higher-dimensional predator.
It was like an invisible iron mountain pressing down on his spine.
The resistance in the Speed Force space suddenly increased,
and the yellow lightning beneath his feet began to flicker unsteadily, even producing a few short-circuited sparks.
A suffocating sense of oppression, following from behind the time tunnel,
rushed backward like a tsunami.
The smugness on Eobard Thawne's face froze,
his heart skipping a beat.
He abruptly turned his head, looking back with his yellow-masked face.
His vision pierced through the rapidly retreating time fragments,
and he saw.
His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, and his whites instantly filled with red bloodshot veins.
Shen Che.
Wearing that spotless white shirt and black suit trousers,
without the wrapping of the Speed Force lightning, without borrowing any cosmic energy,
he possessed pure, unreasonable physical speed.
Within this exclusive river of time belonging to speedsters,
he strolled leisurely.
It was as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard.
His steps weren't large, but with every stride he took, he crossed a time span of decades.
Those surrounding shattered historical images, the moment they touched the layer of absolute force field outside Shen Che's body,
directly turned into grayish-white powder.
"This is impossible!"
Eobard Thawne screamed out, his voice turning into a harsh frictional sound in the tunnel.
His scientific common sense, which he took immense pride in, completely collapsed.
Time travel required breaking the speed of light and the protection of the Speed Force.
A mortal flesh and blood body entering here would be torn into atomic fragments by the temporal turbulence in an instant.
Yet not even a single strand of Shen Che's hair was out of place.
Not only did he come in, but his speed was even faster than Eobard Thawne's.
Those pitch-black eyes were staring right at Eobard Thawne.
There was no anger, only the cold indifference of looking at a dead man.
Eobard Thawne panicked, truly panicked.
"Accelerate! Accelerate!"
He bit his tongue, the fresh blood stimulating his nerves.
The muscles in his legs bulged with veins due to overload operation, and his battle suit was stretched to the point of almost tearing.
The yellow electric arcs turned into blinding white light.
He ran forward desperately, wanting to widen the distance.
Too late.
In front of the Silver Age Superman panel, Shen Che's speed was a pseudo-proposition without an upper limit.
Eobard Thawne had just taken half a step forward,
and that oppressive feeling had already pressed against his back.
Shen Che extended his right hand.
His large hand, with distinct knuckles, directly pierced through the viscous resistance in the time tunnel.
Encountering no resistance whatsoever,
with one grab,
he tightly grabbed the back collar of Eobard Thawne's yellow uniform.
"Crack."
Two zippers of the uniform snapped.
Eobard Thawne's two-hundred-pound body, in a state of high-speed sprinting,
was forcibly hauled to a stop by this barbaric force.
The huge recoil made Eobard Thawne's cervical spine emit a tooth-aching crisp sound.
He felt as if his internal organs had all been squeezed up to his throat.
"Let go!"
Eobard Thawne grabbed backward, attempting to pry open that iron-pincer-like hand.
It was useless.
Shen Che's wrist was like steel bars poured into the timeline, unmoving by a fraction.
Eobard Thawne was like a dead cat whose scruff was pinched,
hanging in mid-air with his feet off the ground amidst the colorful temporal turbulence.
His limbs kicked and thrashed futilely.
Yellow lightning darted wildly across his body, but when it hit Shen Che's arm, not even a single spark emerged.
Shen Che hauled Eobard Thawne in front of him,
close enough to see those eyes filled with terror beneath Eobard Thawne's mask.
"Change history?"
Shen Che twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a cold sneer.
"You yellow rat scurrying around in the sewers,"
"who gave you the misconception that running to another place"
"would allow you to escape the palm of my hand?"
Eobard Thawne couldn't catch his breath, his face turning purple-red.
His trump card, which he took pride in, became an absolute joke under absolute physical suppression.
"You... monster..." Eobard Thawne squeezed out shattered syllables from his throat.
Shen Che didn't waste any more words.
His left hand let go of its posture tucked inside his pants pocket,
his five fingers closing together into a tight fist.
His knuckles let out a crisp cracking sound.
Then, without any extra buildup,
facing Eobard Thawne's face full of terror,
a plain and unremarkable heavy punch
smashed down fiercely.
"Bang——!!!"
A dull impact sound exploded within the river of time.
The kinetic energy of this punch directly pierced through the anti-collision layer of Eobard Thawne's mask,
smashing his nasal bone.
Fresh blood mixed with shattered teeth spewed out of Eobard Thawne's mouth.
The aftermath of the fist wind couldn't even be endured by the surrounding time tunnel,
causing the glass-like tunnel walls to shatter with a crash.
Several black-and-white historical scenes regarding World War II were forcefully shaken into scattering fragments of light points by this punch.
Chapter 93 Time Paradoxes Are Ineffective Against Me; I Am a God Beyond Dimensions
Shattered teeth mixed with bloody water spewed onto the glass walls of the time tunnel,
staining a patch of the historical imagery red with fresh blood.
Eobard Thawne's nasal bone was completely shattered, and his mask collapsed inward with an obvious fist imprint.
Like a dead dog hanging on a meat hook, he was dangled in mid-air by Shen Che with one hand,
his limbs hanging limply down.
The kinetic energy of that punch not only smashed his face,
but also directly scattered the Speed Force condensed within his body.
Yellow electric arcs flickered twice on his body before going out completely with a "sizzle."
Having lost the protection of the Speed Force,
the turbulence within the time tunnel immediately became like countless invisible steel blades,
frantically scraping against Eobard Thawne's body.
The yellow tight battle suit began to develop dense cracks,
and his skin, exposed to the temporal storm, instantly grew age spots, then rapidly regressed into baby-like tender flesh.
Time fell into chaos on Eobard Thawne.
He convulsed all over from the pain, emitting inhuman screams from his throat.
"Help... help me..."
Eobard Thawne grabbed desperately onto Shen Che's arm, his fingernails curling back.
He didn't want to die in this coordinate-less void,
torn apart by the temporal turbulence without even his ashes left behind, his soul to be forever banished.
Shen Che watched him with cold eyes,
neither letting go nor pulling him into his absolute force field protection circle.
He simply let the temporal storm slice away at Eobard Thawne's flesh like death by a thousand cuts.
"Now you know it hurts?"
Shen Che's voice was very steady in the howling storm, terrifyingly calm.
"Weren't you quite arrogant just now, going on about choking me to death?"
Eobard Thawne shook his head frantically, tears mixed with blood smearing across his face.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but his vocal cords had become like those of a child under the reverse flow of time, only able to produce sharp screeches.
He was completely in despair.
He thought he had grasped the soft spot of this monster,
but it turned out this was fundamentally a hexagonal warrior with zero weaknesses.
Enduring the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart,
Eobard Thawne stared fixedly at Shen Che's face, which remained completely unscathed amidst the temporal turbulence.
The Silver Age Superman panel—even the laws of time could not leave the slightest trace on this physique.
"Are you... not afraid of... a time paradox?!"
Eobard Thawne roared out these words using his last shred of strength.
This was his final pride and cognitive bottom line as a speedster.
"As long as I die... as long as this timeline collapses..."
The corners of his mouth pulled into a distorted smile, bloody saliva dripping down.
"Your current rule... will also vanish completely... like a bubble!"
Time was fair.
Pulling one hair could affect the whole body; a butterfly flapping its wings could trigger a tsunami,
let alone killing someone inside such a deep time tunnel.
Eobard Thawne was certain that Shen Che dared not completely kill him in this dimension.
As long as Shen Che still had a trace of attachment to his current power,
he wouldn't dare bear the cost of history being rewritten.
After hearing this,
Shen Che didn't get angry; instead, he laughed.
His chest vibrated slightly, emitting a low, muffled chuckle.
The laughter carried a sense of pity, as if looking at a fool.
"A time paradox?"
Shen Che's vacant left hand casually tapped his index finger against the surrounding rapidly flowing, bizarre images.
"You think those so-called laws of time can govern me?"
He looked into Eobard Thawne's gradually dilating eyes.
"I've already said it before."
Shen Che's gaze turned cold, like two bone-scraping ice blades.
"I am an existence that has leaped beyond you low-level dimensions."
"My power, my existence—"
he said word by word,
"do not need to be explained to any physical or temporal formula in this Universe."
As soon as his voice fell,
Shen Che's right hand, which was holding Eobard Thawneby the back collar,
abruptly exerted force.
Not throwing him out,
but directly toward the most violent core area of the time tunnel—that black eye of the time storm—
pressing him down fiercely.
"No——!"
Eobard Thawne let out the most miserable scream of his life.
The science he was proud of, his understanding of the timeline, all became a joke.
In the eyes of this man, time was merely a broken water pipe that could be cut off at will.
"Boom!"
Eobard Thawne's body crashed into the center of the time storm.
There was no scene of flying flesh and blood,
because the moment he made contact with the core,
his entire person, starting from the molecular level, had the traces of his existence directly wiped away by the frantic temporal turbulence.
First, the yellow battle suit turned into flying ash,
followed by flesh and blood, then bones,
and finally even the electrical signals emitted by his soul were completely vaporized.
He didn't even last a single second.
The Reverse-Flash Eobard Thawne, this paranoid tyrant who lorded over the timeline,
completely and thoroughly turned into nothingness.
Not a single atom remained in this Universe.
Within the time tunnel,
along with Eobard Thawne's disappearance, the Speed Force supporting the tunnel's operation also collapsed.
The surrounding glass-like tunnel walls began to fracture on a large scale,
and colorful time fragments fell down like a torrential rain.
The tunnel was about to collapse.
Shen Che stood at the center of the collapse,
not even a corner of his white shirt torn.
He patted his right hand, dusting off a speck of dust that had adhered when he grabbed Eobard Thawne's collar just now,
and looked coldly at the surrounding shattered timeline.
"A paradox."
He sneered.
"The rules are set by me; where would a paradox come from?"
Shen Che put his hands back into his suit trousers pockets,
bending his legs slightly as the temporal void beneath his feet emitted an unbearable explosive sound.
He transformed into a beam of black light,
directly crashing through the end of the tunnel that was about to close,
tearing apart the dimensional barrier,
and returning once again to the place where he belonged.
Starlight Plaza.
The cold wind was still blowing, and the debris on the ground emitted black smoke.
Less than two seconds had passed since Shen Chedisappeared just now.
Chloe still maintained her posture standing in place, her fists not even having time to relax.
"Whoosh."
A slight spatial distortion occurred in mid-air,
and Shen Che's figure appeared out of thin air, landing steadily on the fractured marble floor tiles.
His leather shoes stepped onto the ground without making a single sound.
Chloe was stunned for a moment,
her blue eyes instantly lighting up like two powered-on light bulbs.
She pounced forward, grabbing hold of Shen Che's arm, and rubbed her face desperately against his white shirt.
"Shen! Where is that yellow rat? Did you burn him to ashes?!"
Excitement leaked through Chloe's voice; she just knew her god was invincible.
Shen Che didn't push her away,
raising his hand to straighten his somewhat messy collar,
and glanced at the group of slumped remnants of the Justice League on the ground.
Bruce lay prone in a pool of blood with his eyes closed, Arthur had passed out, and Diana shivered while holding a broken spear.
They hadn't even reacted to what had happened just now.
Shen Che pulled the corners of his mouth into a mocking arc.
"Didn't burn him to ashes,"
he replied indifferently,
"not even ashes are left."
Starting from this day, the collective nightmare of speedsters came to a complete end.
Chapter 93: Time Paradoxes Are Ineffective Against Me, I Am a God Beyond Dimensions
*Crack.*
The muffled sound of fracturing bones.
Time fragments, like shards of glass, shattered and splattered around the two of them.
Inside every fragment of light, a broken reflection of Earthwas mirrored.
Reverse-Flash Eobard Thawne's nose bridge was completely shattered under Shen Che's punch.
His once-straight nasal bone collapsed into his mask.
Blood mixed with broken teeth sprayed onto the walls of the void-like channel like red raindrops.
The lightning bolt logo on his yellow bodysuit was mottled with blood.
Like a stray dog with its spine ripped out, he was held aloft in midair by Shen Che with one hand.
His limbs hung limply.
The surrounding temporal turbulence spun out of control, frantically slicing his body like countless sharp steel knives.
Eobard Thawne wailed.
A wheezing shriek escaped his throat; his vocal cords were choked with blood, making his voice shrill and piercing.
"Why... How did you get in here..."
He writhed in agony, his combat boots kicking at the air.
He couldn't understand.
This was the exclusive domain of Speedsters. Without the protection of the Speed Force, any carbon-based life form entering would be instantly ripped into atoms.
But the man before him.
Was wearing a bespoke suit, with not even a single loose thread on his white shirt.
He had strolled into this deadly dimension as if taking a leisurely walk in a courtyard.
Even his speed was faster than his, and his strength was even more terrifying than in the real World.
The speed he prided himself on, his divine authority to traverse time.
Under this man's single hand, they became a meaningless joke.
Eobard Thawne stared intently at Shen Che with bloodshot eyes.
Fear bit through his sanity like a venomous snake, but the paranoia in his bones still made a final struggle.
"You're crazy! Let me go!"
He roared hysterically, blood dripping down his chin.
"This is the core of the timeline!"
With trembling fingers, he pointed at the rapidly rewinding scenes of years past around them.
"If you kill me here... it will trigger the grandfather paradox!"
Eobard Thawne seemed to grasp at his last saving straw.
He attempted to use the laws of physics to deter this unreasonable monster.
"I have changed history! I carry the karma of countless timelines on my body!"
"Kill me, and the chain of causality will break!"
He howled hoarsely, spittle spraying onto Shen Che's wrist.
"The timeline of the entire Universe will collapse! Reality will be reset!"
"No matter how strong you are, you will be forcibly erased by the long river of time! We will all turn into nothingness!"
Eobard Thawne panted heavily.
He thought that bringing up the destruction of the Universe would make this dictator hesitate to act.
Even a madman wouldn't gamble his own life and current power.
He stared fixedly into Shen Che's eyes.
Expecting to see a trace of hesitation, even a half-second pause.
Silence.
Only the howling noise of the turbulent flow filled the temporal channel.
Shen Che looked at him.
In those dark eyes, there was no hesitation, no wariness.
There was not even a trace of thought.
"Heh."
Shen Che's chest vibrated, letting out a low, muffled chuckle.
Then, the laughter grew louder.
"Hahaha."
He was laughing. It was a cold, contemptuous laugh.
Bouncing off the fragments of time, the laughter formed a scalp-tingling echo.
Eobard Thawne froze.
He felt the other party hadn't understood. "What are you laughing at? I'm talking about the destruction of the Universe!"
Shen Che stopped laughing.
He exerted a slight force with his right hand.
Jerking Eobard Thawne, who was like a dead dog, right in front of his face.
The distance was so close that Eobard Thawne could clearly see the mockery in the depths of Shen Che's eyes.
"Time paradox?"
Shen Che spat out these words as if reciting a boring street-side joke.
"Do you think a low-level law of causality like that can govern me?"
He casually waved his free left hand.
An invisible force field spread out.
Several temporal barriers nearby, flashing with scenes of World War II, turned directly into powder under this force field.
With no chance of recovery.
"I've said it before."
Shen Che's voice lowered, carrying a cruelty of a higher dimension looking down on a lower one.
"I have the Silver Panel."
"I jumped out of your Universe's trashy settings long ago."
"Let alone killing a yellow rat scurrying around."
He pointed to the gorgeous and dangerous long river of time around them.
"Even if I smash this river to pieces and drain all its Water,"
"I can still stand in my office on the 112th floor sipping coffee, completely unharmed."
Eobard Thawne's pupils contracted sharply.
His heart skipped a major beat.
He looked at Shen Che.
That indifferent face, those eyes completely devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
This was no bluff.
This man truly did not care about the laws of time.
He was a god beyond dimensions.
Causality, paradoxes.
They were ironclad laws to mortals, but to him, they were just scrap paper that could be torn up at will.
The paranoia and madness in Eobard Thawne's eyes
Were finally, at this moment, completely replaced by sheer terror.
The trump card he prided himself on, the bargaining chip with which he threatened the Universe,
Became an absolute joke in front of this man.
"No... No..."
Eobard Thawne's voice trembled, his teeth chattering.
He didn't want to die. He didn't want to turn into nothingness.
He regretted it. He regretted provoking this monster.
Shen Che didn't listen to any more of his nonsense.
Villains die from talking too much. He wasn't a villain; he was the rule-maker.
He released his grip on Eobard Thawne's collar.
In the tenth of a second that Eobard Thawne's body fell,
Shen Che spread his five fingers.
Carrying an absolute, crushing power,
Like an irresistible iron clamp,
He clamped them tightly onto Eobard Thawne's yellow-masked head.
Chapter 94: The Obliteration of Reverse-Flash, the Collective Nightmare of Speedsters
His five fingers, like calipers cast from raw iron, clamped tightly onto that head wearing a yellow mask.
The ice-cold touch penetrated the hood and seeped into the scalp.
Eobard Thawne trembled all over, the sound of his teeth chattering echoing inside the mask.
"No..." He squeezed out the last half of a syllable from his throat.
Shen Che did not look at him, his gaze passing over Eobard Thawne's shoulder to stare at the rapidly receding time fragments.
His fingers exerted a slight force.
He did not use Heat Vision or any extra moves.
It was simply pure, dimension-reducing physical oppression.
The destructive power of the Silver Panel poured directly into Eobard Thawne's mind along his fingertips.
"Bang."
A muffled explosion burst open within the River of Time.
It was like a ripe watermelon being crushed by a hydraulic press.
The head of the Reverse-Flash burst open directly inside the time channel.
The bone shards and brain matter didn't even have time to splatter everywhere.
The moment they came into contact with this high-dimensional power, they were evaporated into nothingness.
The yellow mask shattered into powder.
The headless corpse lost its final neural control, falling downward limply.
Shen Che withdrew his hand.
His right leg naturally lifted, the sole of his leather shoe pressing heavily against Eobard Thawne's chest.
A kick.
There was no sound of tearing through the air.
The headless corpse in the yellow uniform was like a cannonball fired from a barrel,
kicked directly into the deepest and most violent black vortex of the time turbulence.
The eye of the storm was like an open mouth, instantly swallowing this mutilated body.
It didn't stir up even a single ripple.
From molecules to atoms, from matter to energy,
Reverse-Flash Eobard Thawne
had his traces of existence completely and utterly erased within this Universe and across all timelines.
It was just like a stain on a whiteboard being forcefully wiped clean by a rough eraser.
Shen Che stood in the center of the time tunnel.
The surrounding colorful time fragments experienced a brief stagnation due to this violent intervention.
He flicked his right hand, tossing a bit of flying ash stuck between his fingers into the void.
The cuffs of his white shirt remained immaculate.
This obliteration was too fast, too absolute.
But the consequences it brought whipped up a tsunami in another dimension.
The Speed Force, this primordial energy field that ran through the multiverse and empowered all speedsters,
at the very second Eobard Thawne was completely erased,
emitted a violent tremor.
This was not an ordinary energy fluctuation; it was the wailing of a law being torn apart.
This tremor followed the network of the Speed Force, crossing the barriers of parallel Universes.
Earth-2, Central City.
A speedster wearing an iron helmet was sprinting wildly around a circular accelerator.
Suddenly, the blue lightning at the soles of his feet went out.
He completely lost his balance and slammed heavily against the wall.
Clutching his head, he rolled on the ground, a severe headache forcing a miserable scream from him.
Earth-X, the center of Nazi rule.
A speedster wearing a black and red uniform was speaking in front of the military parade phalanx.
Before his words finished, he shuddered all over.
His teeth bit through his tongue, and the taste of blood spread in his mouth.
He looked up at the sky in terror, feeling as if an invisible blade was hanging over his head.
Whether they were sleeping or running,
at this moment,
all speedsters across the entire Universe felt a bone-deep chill.
Their scalps tingled, and their hair stood on end.
They could not understand what had happened; the Speed Force did not provide specific imagery.
But relying on their connection to the source, they vaguely sensed one thing.
Within the River of Time,
a monster had appeared.
A terrifying fiend who could crush the rules of the Speed Force like stepping on mud.
This panic became an unshakable collective nightmare for all speedsters.
No one dared to step into the time tunnel lightly anymore, fearing they might run into that man in the white shirt.
Metropolis, Starlight Plaza.
The air distorted faintly.
Shen Che stepped out of the time rift, his leather shoes treading on the shattered stone slabs.
The rift closed silently behind him.
The cold wind was still blowing across the plaza, and the debris on the ground was emitting black smoke.
Less than two seconds had passed in the real World since he left.
Chloe still maintained the posture of clenching her fists.
Seeing Shen Che appear, her blue eyes lit up as she lunged forward.
Shen Che ignored her.
He raised a hand to adjust his collar, his gaze sweeping over the remnants of the Justice League dragged by Black Noir on the ground.
The farce should come to an end.
Meanwhile,
two hundred kilometers away, Gotham City.
The drizzle continued endlessly, and the walls of ArkhamAsylum were covered in moss.
In the solitary high-security isolation cell at the deepest level underground,
the iron door was rusted, and spiderwebs hung in the corners of the wall.
There were no lights, only a bit of cold light leaking in from outside the corridor.
A man wearing a filthy purple suit sat cross-legged on the damp concrete floor.
His face was smeared with pale white paint, and the red lipstick at the corners of his mouth drew an exaggerated smile.
The paint was slightly smudged, dripping down mixed with sweat.
Outside the cell, a dilapidated black-and-white television hung on the wall.
There was no sound on the screen, only the rebroadcast of Shen Che crushing heroes at the Vought Tower plaza.
The green lantern ring was crushed underfoot, and Superman was sent flying.
Batman was paralyzed on the ground, being dragged away like a dead dog.
The man stared at the screen.
He watched for a very long time.
Suddenly, his shoulders began to heave.
"Heh-heh."
An extremely repressed chuckle squeezed out from deep within his throat.
Then, the laughter grew louder and sharper.
"Hhahahaha!"
Clutching his belly, he rolled on the ground laughing.
His purple suit was covered in dust.
"The bat is dead... The old bat's bones are broken..."
He scratched the concrete floor with his fingers, the gaps in his nails packed with black mud.
He sat up and leaned close to the iron bars.
His pale face pressed against the cold iron rods.
His eyes locked fixedly on the man in the black suit on the screen, who was cold to the extreme.
"New rules? A plutocrat god?"
The man stuck out his tongue and licked the rusted iron railing.
The red smile at the corner of his mouth stretched into an extremely crazy arc.
"This game..."
He laughed so hard he could barely breathe.
"Compared to playing hide-and-seek with that old bat who talks about bottom lines—"
"—is so much more interesting."
The piercing laughter echoed endlessly in the gloomy corridors of Arkham.
Chapter 95: The Joker of Gotham City feels bored and wants to test me.
The soft sound of Shen Che's leather shoes stepping on the shattered stone slabs was cut off the moment the time rift closed.
Two hundred kilometers away. Gotham City.
Deep within Arkham Asylum. The solitary isolation room on the fourth basement level.
There were no windows. The exhaust fan hummed.
The air was mixed with the stench of urine and the strong smell of disinfectant Water.
That piercing laughter grew louder and louder.
Like a rusted saw scraping frantically against the iron railings of the corridor.
Inside the cell.
A man was wearing a filthy purple suit. A button at the collar had fallen off, revealing a yellowish White shirt underneath.
He sat cross-legged on the iron bed against the wall.
The bed board was very hard, cushioned with a thin layer of sponge.
He held an old tablet computer in his hands. A corner of the screen was shattered. He had traded three gold teeth for it from a prison guard.
On the tablet, a live broadcast recording of Shen Checrushing the Justice League in New York was playing on a loop.
The green lantern ring was trampled to pieces. Supermanwas sent flying.
Batman collapsed on the ground, being dragged away like a dead dog.
The White face paint on the man's face was somewhat smudged.
The cheap red lipstick was smeared past the edges of his lips, drawing an exaggerated smile that stretched to his ears.
He stared at the man in the screen, wearing a custom-made black suit and radiating utter ruthlessness.
"Heh-heh."
His shoulders shook. He laughed so hard he couldn't straighten his back.
The tablet slipped on his lap, almost falling to the ground.
"The old bat's bones are broken. The backbone of justice is shattered."
He tapped on the screen with his long nails. The gaps between his nails were packed with black mud.
He didn't feel any fear.
At a time when the entire human race was trembling on their knees before the screen.
He only felt bored.
"So boring."
The Joker pouted. His red lips drooped downward.
He threw the tablet onto the iron bed. The screen struck the iron railing and went completely black.
Gotham without Batman was like a plate of pasta without salt, tasting entirely of earthy dust when chewed.
Waiting every night for the old bat to beat him up was the only joy in his life.
Now that joy was gone.
Stamped into powder with a single kick by a suddenly emerging corporate tyrant.
The Joker stood up. His purple suit trousers were a bit short, revealing a section of flashy green socks.
He paced back and forth inside the cramped cell.
Two steps. Turn around. Another two steps.
He felt that Shen Che was an uninteresting person.
Dressed so decently, speaking so rigidly, knowing only how to smash people with force and banknotes.
"A god?"
The Joker snorted scornfully.
He didn't believe that there were purely unreasonable gods in this World.
He felt that all condescension, all cold masks.
were simply because they hadn't been driven into the dead corners of human nature.
As long as a little bit of chaos and a little bit of madness were added.
Even gods would fall from their altars and turn into howling mad dogs.
He decided to go to New York to find some amusement for this newly appointed deity.
The Joker fished a safety pin out of his pocket.
The tip of the pin was somewhat blunt.
He walked over to the iron-barred door.
He thrust the pin into the backup mechanical keyhole of what was claimed to be the safest biometric electronic lock in the entire U.S.
Pressing his ear against the iron door, he listened to the faint sound of gears engaging inside.
"Click. Click."
His fingers nimbly manipulated the pin.
Ten seconds later.
"Snap."
The heavy iron-barred door slowly sprung open a crack.
In the corridor outside the door, two prison guards wearing bulletproof vests were leaning against the wall smoking.
The Firelight flickered uncertainly.
Hearing the door open, the two men whipped their heads around, their hands reaching for the batons at their waists.
"You..."
The guard's words stuck in his throat.
The Joker had already lunged out like a purple monkey.
At some point, an old rusted razor blade had appeared in his hand.
The blade flashed twice in mid-air with silvery light.
"Puff. Puff."
Two streams of blood spurted onto the moldy concrete wall.
The two guards clutched their leaking throats, their eyes bulging out.
Their bodies slid down limply, collapsing onto the ground and convulsing. The cigarette butts dropped into the pool of blood, hissing as White smoke rose.
The Joker stepped over the corpses on the ground.
He wiped the blade on a guard's uniform and shoved it back into his pocket.
He straightened the hem of his purple suit.
Humming a strange, out-of-tune melody.
As if going to attend an old-fashioned ball.
Walking with brisk steps, he strode out of Arkham Asylum, which had imprisoned him for three years.
Three days later.
New York. Manhattan.
Starlight Plaza downstairs at Vought Tower.
After three days of emergency repairs, the shattered bricks and tiles on the plaza had been cleared away.
The fountain sprayed clear Water once again.
The security personnel had changed into new uniforms and were patrolling the edge of the plaza holding guns.
No one dared to approach this building.
"Rumble."
A dull sound of a diesel engine broke the morning silence.
An 18-wheeler heavy truck, its cab sprayed with flashy graffiti.
Directly ignored the red light at the intersection.
Smashed away the yellow and black striped plastic roadblocks.
The truck dragged two long black marks on the asphalt road, carrying a pungent smell of burning rubber.
Speeding all the way.
It charged straight toward the main entrance of Vought Tower.
The security personnel were startled.
"Stop! Open fire!"
The Captain roared.
Several assault rifles fired simultaneously. Bullets struck the truck's windshield, bursting into Fire sparks.
The truck did not slow down.
"Bang!"
The cab of the heavy truck slammed fiercely into the stone pier at the edge of the plaza.
The stone pier was shattered. The truck rushed up the steps.
Ten meters away from the building's glass revolving doors.
It finally came to a stop.
The front was dented. The Water tank leaked, spraying White steam outward.
The security personnel held riot shields and cautiously surrounded it.
The truck door was kicked open by someone.
The Joker jumped down from the driver's cab.
Today he had changed into a green tie. His purple suit was stained with engine oil.
He held a red detonator in his hand, his thumb pressing against the button.
He looked at the armed security guards around him, smiling with his mouth split wide open.
"Everyone, good morning."
He spread his arms and made an exaggerated bowing gesture.
"Please notify Boss Shen upstairs."
The Joker patted the huge truck cargo bed behind him.
"There are two tons of high-explosive C4 here, strapped to a hundred drugged orphans."
He waved the detonator in his hand.
"I want to play a game with him."