Chapter 4344

When the pain struck, time seemed to slow down. Clark fell into another abyss. Everything from the past flashed back before his eyes. Those hazy and blurry shadows were like stairs leading to heaven, but also like an invitation letter to hell.

After the intense and severe pain, it was a long torture. Clark's consciousness gradually cleared, but he couldn't control his body at all. He was like being trapped in some kind of dark prison, only able to feel the pain, but completely unable to change it.

The powerful super-senses made his pain even clearer. He could feel that there seemed to be several armies fighting in his body, only the weapons used were his bones, the bullets were his cells, and the battlefield was his entire body, especially his chest cavity. Every moment was like being bombed.

And the facts were also like this. At this moment, three forces were fighting in his body, namely the energy he obtained from the sun, the purple magic energy that hit him, and the energy carried by the Kryptonite components he possessed.

This body had never been baptized by magic, and the Kryptonian body simply couldn't merge with magic energy. Therefore, the magic energy shot into his body was constantly repelled by the energy he possessed, and the manifestation was that the magic energy made his wounds unable to heal, while the energy his body possessed was constantly repairing the wounds.

The energy stored in Superman's body was very astonishing, but the magic energy was very limited, and there wasn't much left in his body. If it were just the two of them confronting each other, then the magic energy would soon be defeated.

But at the same time, the Kryptonite carried by Superman and the Kryptonite powder injected into his body were constantly suppressing the energy he possessed, making Superman's own power unable to exert its full strength, so the two instead fought to a draw.

Among them, Superman's own energy and magic energy were both proactive, one wanting to repair, one wanting to destroy; while Kryptonite energy was passive, not actively attacking Superman's body, just emitting radiation, and this radiation could suppress Superman's energy.

In past situations, Superman's body and his energy didn't have the necessity to adapt to radiation. That kind of desensitization training was just passive adaptation, more similar to adapting to a weakened state in a radiation environment, rather than thinking about breaking through this weakness.

But now it wouldn't work. If he didn't break through the restriction of radiation, this low-output state would only be consumed by magic power, and after it was consumed, Superman would die.

The Kryptonian body had a powerful instinct for survival. He didn't want to die, so he could only speed up his adaptation. That is to say, he had to find a way to still perform high output while accepting Kryptonite radiation, so that he could overpower the magic energy and complete the repair work.

It wasn't exactly adaptation, but must be immune immediately, otherwise, he would die. So he couldn't build an immune system bit by bit like before, but must immediately create one that could be used.

Under the pressure of survival, the potential of this body was fully stimulated. All the hidden codes written in the genes were dug out and used. The immune system family went all out, with a posture that even if it was exhaustive, it must be exhausted.

And fortunately, Clark grew up on Earth. From the moment he was carried out of the infant pod, he had been constantly stimulated by the yellow sun to stimulate the potential of this body. His body had been comprehensively nourished and completely upgraded, rather than being modified in a hurry halfway. This allowed this body to have more leeway when facing crises, and more old capital to eat.

Accompanied by less and less remaining energy, the speed of building the immune system became faster and faster. However, just when the immune system against Kryptonite radiation was about to be built, new problems appeared, that is, there was not enough energy.

Clark was completely unprepared, so he didn't store more energy at all. There was simply no crisis on this Earth that required him to store energy in advance to deal with, and he didn't have this habit. Therefore, when encountering the consumption of magic energy, the energy he stored himself was not enough.

That is to say, now there was a high-output environment, but there was no power. Then, it was also possible that because of a lack of energy, the repair would fail directly, leading to Superman's death.

But the powerful body didn't want to give up just like that. Since his own energy was gone, he had to find a way to plunder the energy of the opposite side. The energy originally in his body began to use another way, not to eliminate magic energy, but to swallow and convert it.

This was also a way with no other choice. There was no plug-in in Superman's body that could adapt to magic energy, and everything was written on the spot. But it had to be said that this race was indeed uniquely endowed by nature. In this extremely critical situation, what was written could barely be used.

Although the conversion efficiency wasn't very good, it managed to continue the energy. And, changing from repulsion to conversion could simultaneously achieve the purpose of weakening the enemy and strengthening oneself. The war situation was reversed for a time.

But just at this time, new problems appeared again. Because it merged with magic energy, the immune system that was aimed at Kryptonite couldn't be used again; it was similar to a text document that couldn't be opened by a reader after the file format was changed, and one could only either change the file format back or use new software to read it.

Changing it back was impossible; if he didn't absorb magic energy, then it would be broken again. So he could only rewrite an immune code, this time it must be compatible with his own energy carrying magic energy.

But the problem came again. Reconstructing the immune system also required energy, and his own energy plus magic energy wasn't enough. Then what to do? Now only one choice was left, and that was to absorb Kryptonite energy as well.

This sounded simply like nonsense. The other party originally restrained you, how could you absorb this kind of energy?

In fact, there really was a way. Magic was just a pure energy, and before, there was no plug-in in Superman's body that could absorb energy other than yellow sun rays, so he couldn't absorb this pure energy. But now the plug-in had been written, that is to say, the energy that Superman could absorb would no longer be limited to yellow sun radiation.

Then, magic energy was a pure energy, and the radiation of Kryptonite must also contain pure energy. After all, radiation was one of the manifestations of energy. That is to say, as long as the pure energy in Kryptonite was absorbed, the energy could be continued again.

Under the pressure of survival, this body had no other way, and could only start trying to use the newly written energy type expansion plug-in to absorb the energy in Kryptonite.

This process was very painful, because radiation itself was a manifestation of energy, which was equivalent to injecting poison into himself. Clark felt again the intense pain and discomfort like when he first contacted Kryptonite. This time it was even more serious than that time, completely worthy of being called life worse than death.

Don't know how long it had passed, Clark had already been tortured to numbness. The pain finally gradually weakened, and the speed of repair had a qualitative increase.

The body with extreme potential and super strong survival instinct finally completed this almost impossible feat, forcibly absorbed the energy of magic and Kryptonite, all converted into his own energy, and then began to repair the wound at a normal speed.

Several researchers wearing protective suits reached out and pulled the zipper of the body bag. They took out Superman's "corpse." Among them, the chief surgeon stepped forward to check the wound on his chest first. But at the moment of seeing the wound, he was stunned.

Other doctors also seemed to have discovered the abnormality. They looked at each other and made gestures to each other in the space below the experimental table. Two of them seemed to have a disagreement, but in the end, one persuaded the other.

Amanda's voice sounded on the broadcast: "How is it?"

"There is no abnormality," one of the doctors said, "Ms. Waller, I hope you understand that dissecting an alien's corpse is very dangerous for anyone. If it weren't for you insisting on inviting me over, I would absolutely not intervene in this matter."

"Don't worry, Dr. Niemann. The benefits won't be less for you."

After Amanda's voice disappeared, one of the doctors signaled to the one called Dr. Niemann. The two left the room one after the other, as if they were going to the preparation room to prepare surgical supplies. And just when they were picking out scalpels, that doctor opened his mouth and said: "Are you sure you want to do this? That lunatic woman isn't that easy to fool. She can make you roll out of Metropolis Hospital. By then, what about your wife and children?"

Dr. Niemann's hand paused, turned to look at him, and said: "I only know that I helped Amanda Waller, and she will absolutely not remember my good. She will only constantly force me. Today it's threatening me with my family to dissect an alien, tomorrow it might be other dangerous things, or even you and other innocent people. If I don't do it, I and all my relatives will be tortured. And if I help Superman, at least when I might lose my life because of various threats, he can help me once. He will do it, and he can do it."

After speaking, he pushed open the laboratory door again, cleared his throat, and said to the others: "Get the tools ready, prepare for dissection." Then he deliberately raised his voice and said: "The alien's body tissues are completely different from ours. In order to get the results as accurately as possible, don't cut down rashly. Be careful, careful, and more careful. Do you understand?"

"Yes, doctor."

Amanda looked satisfied at the doctors busy around in the monitoring screen, looking at Clark's handsome but lifeless face. Amanda began to estimate his value.

Four hours passed. Amanda walked into the room again and asked on the broadcast: "Isn't it done yet?"

"Ma'am, I'll say it again. If you don't trust my professional level, you shouldn't have come to find me." Dr. Niemann was very tough, he said, "Medical dissection is not playing house; every process must be carefully confirmed. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee the accuracy of the results, and if something goes wrong in the future, I cannot be responsible."

"I'm just reminding you, you'd better not play any tricks." Amanda said coldly.

"It's not just me here; you found so many professional doctors, do you think they will lie to you together with me?" Niemann scanned the room, said coldly, "If you don't believe our professional judgment, then send us back and find someone else yourself..."

"I didn't mean that," Amanda's tone softened, and she said, "You are the most professional doctors; of course I respect your judgment."

Other doctors also remained silent, standing around the operating table, silent like one white snow mountain after another, as if silently affirming Dr. Niemann's statement. Amanda felt relieved at this scene and no longer urged.