DC: Rise of the Kryptonian Tyrant

The fog covered the sky like a giant hand, blotting out the sun. As it pressed downward, it carried an overwhelming force that made it hard to breathe, freezing the air in its wake.

Bardi moved like a cheetah, his speed surging again. As he neared the descending hand, his body leaped, flipping midair, before landing firmly on the ground. His toes dug into the grass, skidding for several meters.

His feet carved two deep trenches into the earth.

Boom!

The ground trembled violently as the massive palm slammed down, imprinting a two-meter-deep handprint into the earth.

The sheer force was undeniable.

From the edges of the palm, a razor-sharp shockwave erupted, slicing through the air like a blade. The wind howled, dirt exploded, and specks of soil clung to Bardi's skin, mixing with the chill of the atmosphere. The airflow was like a cold knife against his face.

Bardi focused his strength and launched a testing strike, his fist clenched as he swung at the misty hand above.

Bang!

His punch broke the sound barrier, smashing into the side of the fog-like hand.

Yet, his pupils contracted in surprise.

His fist passed through the giant hand without resistance like punching air.

Before, the misty hand had physical substance, capable of pressing into the ground. Now, it had become an illusion, completely intangible.

Bardi narrowed his eyes but didn't dwell on it. This was likely a form of magic, something he wasn't familiar with.

Boom!

With another explosive burst, he pierced through the sky, leaving behind a white sonic boom cloud. The air stretched like plastic wrap before being forcefully torn apart by his sheer speed.

He charged straight toward the towering mist giant in the sky.

Breaking the sound barrier, his rapid movement split the airflow like a blade, violent gusts swirling in his wake.

From above, the mist giant, Zatara, let out a cold snort. His voice echoed across the starry night as he manipulated the foggy hand, lifting it along with clumps of earth.

The mist giant's hands then clasped together in midair.

In an instant, they ceased being hands, dispersing into swirling mist and dark clouds.

Then, they transformed.

Countless wind blades, gleaming with an eerie black light, materialized across the sky.

A dense storm of razor-sharp wind blades surrounded the mist giant.

"Die!"

The mist giant's voice resonated through the heavens.

A relentless barrage of wind blades descended upon Bardi.

The sheer density made them inescapable, the entire sky was filled with their ominous, gleaming edges.

Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but flashing blades of cold death.

Bardi's eyes flickered with a sharp glint. He swiftly raised his arms, crossing them in front of his face and torso. His muscles tensed, swelling as he braced for impact, minimizing his exposed surface area to endure the onslaught.

The wind blades cut like real swords against a human body. One slashed across Bardi's abdomen, slicing through his skin, exposing the white fibrous fat layer beneath, revealing the bright red muscle underneath.

Blood trickled out.

His body, honed by countless battles, reacted instinctively to the danger.

These were no ordinary wind blades, they were formed by magic. They could wound him, tear through his skin, and rip into his body.

Yet, even with their mystical properties, they weren't sharp enough to completely cleave him apart. It wasn't just their cutting edge, it was the strange magical energy embedded within them.

Bardi's body had weak resistance to magic. That was why these blades could wound him.

The wind blades grazed his calves, thighs, arms, and abdomen, but he constantly adjusted his position, ensuring he never took a direct hit.

Because the moment the blades formed in the sky, Bardi had already analyzed their spacing, calculated their trajectories, and synchronized his movements.

Now, as they rained down, he moved with absolute precision, his piercing gaze locked onto the incoming blades, not blinking for a second.

The continuous barrage of wind blades resembled the relentless assault of aerial artillery, converging into a raging torrent. This river of razor-sharp blades was terrifying, capable of slicing through any structure hundreds of meters away.

The ground was in chaos, soil erupting as the earth became riddled with deep craters, as though it had been tilled anew.

Dust billowed and spread across the battlefield.

Raven's eyes flickered with unease.

With so many wind blades, and Bardi's poor resistance to magic, repeated strikes to the same area could be enough to tear him apart.

This attack carried the clear intent to dismember him completely.

At first, Bardi's crossed arms shielded his face, his cold eyes flashing as he braced against the onslaught. But soon, the sheer density of wind blades engulfed him, and the rising dust obscured his figure.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The sharp whistling of wind blades slicing through the air filled the battlefield.

The relentless barrage blanketed the entire region, sending thick clouds of dust skyward, shrouding Bardi entirely from view.

Even after he disappeared into the dust storm, the wind blades did not cease, they continued to rain down, penetrating deep into the obscured battlefield.

Only when the final blade struck did the attack finally stop.

For a moment, silence fell over the world.

The clear night sky remained still, while dust veiled the devastated ground.

A suffocating stillness filled the air.

Slowly, the swirling dust began to settle, dispersing into the wind.

Then, from the fading haze, a towering figure emerged, like a demon walking out of the abyss, stepping forth from the depths of hell itself.

Through the thinning dust, his form became visible.

Bardi's entire body was covered in lacerations. His torn skin revealed glimpses of muscle beneath, some wounds cutting deep enough to expose bone, with severed veins leaking blood across his form. Hundreds of gashes marred his body, leaving him drenched in crimson, as if he had just endured a thousand cuts in the depths of hell.

His eyes were ice-cold, and his imposing figure radiated a terrifying aura—primal, savage, like a prehistoric beast awakening. The sheer wildness exuding from him sent a shiver through the battlefield, silencing the world.

Bardi slowly withdrew his right hand, droplets of blood slipping from his fingertips and scattering into the wind.

In mere seconds, the torn flesh across his body mended itself. Beneath the fading injuries, his powerful muscles pulsed with life, healing at an unnatural rate. The only remnants of his wounds were the bloodstains covering his body, proof of the punishment he had just endured.

BOOM!

A deafening shockwave tore through the battlefield.

Bardi's presence transformed, his aura became a bloodthirsty storm, his crimson eyes burning with an intense, brutal fury. Around his eyes, thick veins pulsed, scorching beneath his skin.

With explosive speed, he ripped through the air, a heatwave surging in his wake. His blood-red gaze locked onto its target—cold, searing, and merciless.

Above, the mist giant's pupils constricted in horror.

Even with Bardi's lack of magic resistance, his recovery speed was beyond comprehension.

Zatara's heart pounded. He had seen it with his own eyes, Bardi's wounds had cut all the way to the bone, yet in an instant, they were gone.

What kind of body is this? This level of self-healing… it's monstrous.

A deep sense of dread crept over him.

Without hesitation, the mist giant began to shrink, rapidly retracting from its massive, sky-spanning form down toward the earth.

Bardi had pinpointed his true body's location.

In the depths of the forest, the mist withdrew, condensing into a single form.

Zatara sat in the center of an intricately carved magic circle, his body clad in an elegant stage tuxedo.

He had no time to summon a stronger attack spell.

Instead, he urgently conjured a magical shield to protect himself.

Bardi had arrived.

Deep in the forest, a pair of crimson eyes emerged from the darkness, like the gaze of a tyrannical monarch from the depths of hell.

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