Chapter 167: Allen Defeats Two Dark Knights
Superman Clark was trampled to the ground, unable to get up.
Seeing Allen's arrival, a flicker of hope reignited in his heart.
But when Allen casually explained his combat strategy right in front of the enemy, Clark was utterly dumbfounded, even to the point of despair.
Allen didn't forget to introduce himself: "What I've got in my left hand is a Kryptonite powder smoke bomb. Just a whiff of that fine Kryptonite dust into your lungs, and once it circulates through your body—hehehe—you'll be completely at my mercy. Then I'll get to pose you in all sorts of embarrassing positions."
"I'll even shove a Kryptonite grenade in your mouth. When it blows with a bang, your skull will vanish like a melon cultist's."
The Ravager stared at Allen, dazed.
What kind of twisted mentality does it take to blatantly reveal your entire battle plan to the enemy?
This guy was seriously messed up.
"There's something off. You're trying to scare me off," the Ravager said in a low voice.
The Ravager was, after all, a variant of Bruce Wayne, possessing the same level of intelligence—so he instantly sensed there had to be more to this.
"Congratulations. You guessed wrong."
Allen grinned darkly. "I don't even know my next move—how could you possibly guess the outcome?"
Suddenly, a red bolt of lightning flashed by and disappeared.
Allen's hands were now completely empty.
Standing nearby, the Red Death—holding the Kryptonite smoke bomb and grenade—asked coolly, "Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"
The Red Death, born from a fusion of Batman and the Flash from Earth -52, not only possessed the Speed Force, but could also drain life energy, rapidly aging his opponents.
In his own universe, Batman was always a step too late—his family and disciples slaughtered by criminals. This drove him to steal the Speed Force in a desperate attempt to prevent such tragedies.
Clark saw this scene and couldn't help but close his eyes in despair.
Even their final chance to turn things around was now gone.
Facing a monstrous powerhouse like the Ravager, he could only silently wait for death.
At that moment, a golden flash of lightning streaked into view—it was the Flash, finally catching up.
"Reset switch—get behind me and don't steal my thunder."
Allen gave a quick reminder, telling him not to interfere.
Barry Allen looked completely baffled, and as he glanced at the Red Death, he couldn't help but feel fear.
During a previous clash, he'd discovered that contact with the Red Death caused his life force to drain. If he hadn't reacted in time and shaken him off, he might've aged into a decrepit old man on the spot.
Old joints can't sprint—he didn't even like wearing thermal underwear. If his legs weren't trembling from that encounter, he considered it a blessing.
Allen turned to the Red Death with confidence. "I can take both of you down myself. Don't even need to lift a finger. Believe it?"
"I don't."
BOOM!
The moment Red Death responded, the smoke bomb in his hand exploded.
A thick yellow mist enveloped him completely.
"W-what's... going... on…"
Red Death's speech had slowed to a crawl.
He felt like molten iron had been poured into his body—every movement painfully sluggish.
"Surprised? Bet you didn't see that coming."
Allen smugly declared, "Looked like I was targeting the Ravager—but I was actually setting you up."
Everyone's minds went blank for a moment.
So... it wasn't Kryptonite weapons after all. It had all been a misdirection.
But how did Allen know the Red Death would show up just then?
Was he some kind of clairvoyant?
Of course not.
It was thanks to Unita, the AI that had already hacked into global satellite systems. She tracked the Red Death's movements in real time and used data analysis to predict his route of approach.
BOOM!
A second grenade went off.
A gelatinous yellow substance engulfed the Red Death, hardening the more he struggled.
"Ha-ha! Sucker."
Allen openly revealed the truth: "There was never any Kryptonite weaponry. One was a neuromuscular suppressant smoke grenade, the other a rapid-hardening fluid grenade—both custom-made just for you."
Then he patted Barry on the shoulder and explained, "In a normal situation, these two grenades would've been useless. Who's dumb enough to grab a live grenade with their bare hands? That's why I had to act it out. He walked right into it. Psychology—EZ."
"You weren't worried he'd toss the grenades away?" Barry asked.
With Speed Force, he was confident he could dodge any explosion. So why hadn't Red Death?
"They had glue on them."
Allen raised both hands, showing the sticky residue on his armored gloves. "Special low-temp adhesive. Details make or break the plan."
"..."
Barry's jaw practically hit the floor. A bold idea crossed his mind—
Kick Batman out of the Justice League, and recruit this lunatic instead.
"Did you forget about me?" the Ravager reminded them coldly.
So what if the Red Death was neutralized? He was still the strongest among the Dark Knights.
And with no Kryptonite threat, he had nothing to fear now.
Barry tensed up.
Against an enemy far stronger than Superman, he had no way to fight back.
SNAP!
Allen snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, red suns lit up the sky.
"This…"
The Ravager's expression changed drastically.
It was clear now—Allen never intended to use Kryptonite against him. He was using red sunlight to suppress his powers.
"Feeling tricked yet? Heh heh heh…"
Allen explained, "You think I had all that time to chat with you just for fun? Nah, I was stalling for the red-light drones to get into position."
Now, blood-red light bathed the entire Metropolis, drowning out every other color.
Under the red light, the Ravager felt his power rapidly diminishing.
Allen had considered raiding the Batcave for Justice League-countermeasures, including Kryptonite weapons.
But the issue was: unlocking those weapons required the DNA of Justice League members.
Bruce would never make the logical mistake of storing his own genetic material. So where was Allen supposed to get it?
Unita had scanned the Batman Who Laughs' DNA and confirmed it didn't match Earth-Prime biology. So Allen took a different, more cost-effective route: red sunlight suppression.
In this environment, the Ravager was doomed.
His first thought was to flee—escape the city, return to the safe zone of yellow sunlight.
But his retreat was already anticipated.
"Armor transfer."
At Allen's command, his armor disassembled and instantly reassembled itself onto Superman Clark.
"Big guy, it's your turn to get revenge."
The moment he donned the suit, Clark's weakness vanished. His body surged with seemingly limitless power.
BOOM!
With one powerful step, he shot out like a cannonball in hot pursuit.
"Hey Flash, let me tell you something. This suit? Its entire interior simulates yellow sunlight. And it's completely sealed. It'll keep Superman at full power indefinitely."
Allen mimed a pistol under his chin, boasting, "Told you I didn't need to lift a finger."
Barry's lips twitched. He felt lucky Allen was on their side.
If this guy had joined the Dark Knights, the Justice League wouldn't stand a chance.
Allen suddenly got an idea and asked, "Barry, your last name's Allen, right?"
"Yeah... that's right."
A chill ran down Barry's spine as he remembered—this guy's name was also Allen. Something felt ominous.
"From now on, you call me Dad, and I'll call you Bro. Totally separate lanes." Allen grinned mischievously.
"You're nuts."
Barry pulled a face, stepping back instinctively.
"Bro, what's that look? If you've got something on your mind, tell your old man. I've got pull with both the Justice League and the Avengers. Drop my name, and people listen. If anyone bullies you, I'll handle it. I've worked with both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra. Know Quicksilver? He used to be my roommate—just like you, super fast. Want me to set you two up as a speedster duo? Already got the perfect team name: the Quick Boys. How's that sound?"
"You're insane!"
Barry covered his ears and vanished in a streak of golden lightning.
"What's his deal? I wasn't even done talking."
Allen looked after him, puzzled, and sighed. "Kids these days—no manners. Can't even let their dad ramble a bit."
BOOM!
One fleeing, one chasing—there was no escape.
Before long, armored Superman caught up to the Ravager and slammed him into the center of the square.
Clark mounted him and rained down punches like a storm, venting all his frustration.
He'd been on the receiving end long enough—it was payback time.
As long as they kept the Ravager restrained under red light, his power would continue to fade until he was no stronger than a normal human.
At that moment, a red-painted drone-mounted arsenal arrived.
"Stark Industries?"
Clark recognized the English lettering instantly—Iron Man's company from the Avengers.
Wayne Enterprises and Stark Industries had always been rivals in the military tech space. Plus, they belonged to different hero teams—keeping tabs on each other was only natural.
Iron Man had revealed his identity, but Batman never had.
To the general public, Batman's identity was still a mystery—some even suspected he wasn't human.
But among top-tier hero groups and villains, it wasn't much of a secret—just not worth exposing.
Mostly because they feared Justice League retaliation.
"Move aside, big guy."
Allen explained where the weapons came from: "I borrowed a Hulkbuster containment cell from Tony. Modified it into a red-light prison—should be enough to keep the Ravager locked down."
Clark stepped back.
The drone deployed sheets of alloy plating, forming walls around the Ravager. Within seconds, they connected at the seams and sealed into a round prison chamber.
Allen had Oliver send Tony the modification specs—just a simple tweak: install red light emitters.
There was no time to build a citywide drone network and a red-light prison from scratch. So Allen called in a favor from his nephew.
Taking down two top-tier enemies in one stroke—now the Justice League could finally breathe.
One by one, the drones began to retreat, and the sky returned to its previous gloomy overcast state.