In space, Russell continuously fired lasers at Battle Beast.
"Enough!"
Battle Beast ignored it irritably, waving his claws, only wanting to grab Russell.
In the void with nowhere to exert force, no matter how fast he was, it was useless; he could only move around in place.
Russell quickly left large red spots on his fur where it was burned off, and the impact sent him flying around.
"What is this, there's no fun at all!"
Battle Beast raised his hand to block another laser aimed at his eyes, frowning in annoyance, allowing the high-temperature laser to burn his palm.
This attack could make him feel pain, but to say it could threaten him was still far off.
"You can use your natural claws against me, why can't I use my advantage over you to target you?"
Russell was expressionless, not feeling any shame.
"Boring."
Battle Beast tried several times but couldn't get close to Russell, completely losing interest, and pressed the teleportation bracelet on his wrist, integrated with his red and black battle suit, preparing to leave.
"Goodbye, kid.
Perhaps my strength left you with no options, so you could only use this method."
"You are still young and have great potential. Thinking about killing you like this is a waste.
When I come back to find you next time, I hope you won't only have these tricks."
His eyes were cold as he issued a preview of their next battle, seemingly also a warning, hoping Russell could give him a satisfying fight next time.
Whoosh!
If possible, Russell would naturally want to keep Battle Beast.
His eyes shot out lasers again, and Battle Beast casually raised his hand, protecting the bracelet as easily as swatting away a mischievous child trying to knock over a cupcake in his hand.
A dimensional portal of yellow light opened, swallowing him and taking him away.
In the silent, empty void, only Russell remained.
After waiting for a while, the notification for collecting the Battle Beast template did not sound.
"Because the damage was too low, it doesn't count as a defeat?"
The faint hope in his heart was extinguished.
'Indeed, whether the damage he inflicted on Battle Beast could even be called a flesh wound was debatable. Battle Beast didn't flee due to defeat or injury; he left out of annoyance.'
It was like a person encountering mosquitoes on the road, getting a few small itchy bumps, and having no way to deal with the fast-flying insects, so they leave irritably, not wanting to waste more time.
You absolutely cannot say a mosquito defeated a human.
Battle Beast, who travels the Universe looking for opponents, naturally had a way to escape the omnipresent space that would put him in a difficult situation.
He could even choose to teleport back to Earth immediately, restarting the battle from the beginning.
However, Battle Beast was greatly disappointed today and had no interest in continuing the battle.
Moreover, he had always longed to die like a warrior in a life-and-death battle against a worthy opponent, and Russell showed a little potential.
An unripe fruit picked from the branch too early is only sour.
Battle Beast decided to let Russell, this 'tender' fruit with potential, continue to grow for now.
Even if he couldn't satisfy his ultimate pursuit, perhaps at least he could give him more intense battle enjoyment in the future?
"Cousin, are you okay?
Where is that lion?"
After catching the other supervillains with Eve and a few others, Mark quickly chased into space. What he saw was empty, with only Russell's back.
"I'm fine."
Looking at where Battle Beast disappeared, Russell touched his neck, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Although he had the ability of immortality, having his neck torn open by sharp claws and the feeling of brushing past death was definitely not pleasant.
Just as he said, everything today, he would return it sooner or later!
[Conquest Points: 36890]
"But today wasn't without gains."
At least the Conquest Points increased by several thousand.
When Russell returned to Earth, Global Defense Agency personnel were already on site, treating the injured and comforting the public.
Standing high up, his super vision scanned around the building, but unfortunately, he couldn't find the figure of Machine Head's deputy, Isotope.
That guy was very cunning, his speed in adapting to circumstances was unmatched, bouncing back and forth between Machine Head, Titan, and the Order organization, and he remained unscathed until the end.
"This time, teleporting Battle Beast and a few others over, he probably saw the situation was bad and immediately fled."
Battle Beast was right there just now, even Russell didn't dare to be distracted by using his vision to search for Isotope in front of the Universe's most dangerous warrior.
He could only come back to search now.
He got away, but it doesn't matter, he's just a minor character.
"Titan, rest well and recover. You were injured for the people of this slum, and they will be forever grateful to you."
A stretcher carried Titan out from the building ruins, and Mark held his hand to comfort him.
Titan was devastated, wanting to cry but having no tears.
This was not how he planned it.
Although Machine Head was dead, he was also paralyzed and would only be able to use a wheelchair from now on. What deterrent power would he have? How could he take over Machine Head's forces?
"Infinitoid, everyone saw you fighting a half-human, half-lion monster in the city. Can you tell us what happened?"
"Is that half-human, half-lion person an alien? Infinitoid."
"Large areas of buildings were destroyed in the battle between you and that monster. What are your thoughts? Infinitoid!"
Reporters on the scene swarmed forward, and Global Defense Agency personnel immediately blocked them.
"Sorry, it involves classified information. We have nothing to disclose. Infinitoid is temporarily unavailable to answer."
There were quite a few sharp and nitpicking questions. Russell ignored them and left.
Reporters who didn't get news immediately turned their focus to Mark. Those supervillains everyone knew about, there couldn't be any secrets about them, right?
"Invincible, you and the newly formed Global Guardians captured several notorious supervillains this time. What are your thoughts?"
"You've fought alongside the new Global Guardians. Do you think they have more potential?"
"Many members of the new Global Guardians are former members of Teen Team. You and Infinitoid have always been close to them. We heard Infinitoid declined the position of leader for the new Global Guardians. What do you think about this?
Do you have plans to join the new Global Guardians?"
"I... I... Please, everyone, one at a time."
Never having been interviewed by so many people, pairs of eyes looked at him like a hero, eager for his answers. Mark was excited but also a bit unaccustomed to this situation, answering the questions one by one haltingly.
Like a university student suddenly pulled onto a stage to give a speech.
"So embarrassing, you are a Viltrumite, Mark.
Just a few people asking questions together stumped you?"
At the dinner table in the evening, Omni-Man rubbed his forehead. The TV news footage of his son being interviewed made him feel quite embarrassed.
"Mark, you don't have to pay attention to those reporters who always want to write a big story."
Russell shared his experience.
"Or, if you think the reporters' questions are targeted and make you uncomfortable, you can ignore them. You don't have to answer every question."
Debbie said softly.
"Like your Cousin, leave directly after finishing the job. Don't pay attention to the noisy crowds. There's no need to leave footage on TV and be pointed at and discussed after tea!
You must maintain the dignity you should have, only then will others fear you!"
Omni-Man lectured.
"What do I need dignity for?"
Mark mumbled, earning a glare from Omni-Man, while Aunt Debbie immediately scolded her husband to stop his misguided education, telling him to say less.
The couple argued.
Finally, dinner ended in a heavy atmosphere.
Russell finished eating and left the table. Omni-Man Nolan watched his nephew's back as he went upstairs, slightly frowning.
The previous generation of Global Guardians died at his hands, and the candidates for this generation of Global Guardians made him feel only pathetic, leaving him with no interest in acting.
But this time—