"Faora, where are you going?" asked a skinny old man with glasses. He was one of their team's researchers, in charge of maintaining their equipment.
"To sunbathe," Faora replied.
"Although sunlight gives us power, our bodies haven't fully adapted to the yellow sun's radiation yet. Avoid staying under it too long."
"I know." But Faora wasn't really going to sunbathe. She was heading out to settle the score with Liu A'dou. She couldn't accept being beaten by a mere human—she had to get revenge.
Meanwhile, Liu A'dou and the others were still debating whether to evacuate or stay. The captain wanted to retreat, but A'ya didn't want to abandon the hard-earned camp they'd just built.
Liu A'dou felt it would be safer to return to Earth. As long as they had the Wu Gang, they could come back to the moon at any time. The most important thing was everyone's lives, and the Wu Gang was too valuable to lose. Eventually, everyone agreed to evacuate.
"Don't feel down. As long as the nuclear pulse engine is intact, we'll return. Once the Kryptonian refugees are defeated, we'll come back," Liu A'dou said, which made everyone feel a little better. They hadn't expected to get chased off the moon by aliens—it was just too humiliating.
But unfortunately, Faora overheard Liu A'dou's words. The phrase "Kryptonian refugees" was like a slap to her face, making her even angrier.
The ground suddenly trembled, and Liu A'dou saw the female Kryptonian appear again. "Everyone, get on the ship and go!" he shouted.
"This is Earth's most advanced spacecraft? It's nothing but scrap metal. It can't even reach light speed, yet you dare to come into space?" Faora laughed coldly, her rage twisting her face. "I'll make sure you never leave here."
Her slim figure shot toward the Wu Gang like a bullet. Liu A'dou, wearing his heavy spacesuit, unleashed his microcosmic power and leapt to intercept her. "Don't you dare!"
Moon dust exploded around them, kicked up by their fierce clash, quickly blanketing the area in a thick cloud.
One was a Kryptonian clad in a sleek, advanced combat suit. The other was a human in a bulky, old-fashioned spacesuit. The first battle between humans and an alien civilization in space had begun—right here on the moon.
"Go! Don't worry about me," Liu A'dou roared. "Everyone, get back to Earth."
Someone pulled An Rong aboard the Wu Gang. Everyone trusted Liu A'dou's strength and believed he'd be fine. Besides, even if they stayed, they'd just get in the way. The female Kryptonian was far too powerful. The captain didn't hesitate—he fired up the boosters, and the Wu Gang started lifting off.
Liu A'dou grabbed Faora's wrists tightly, pouring all his strength into a desperate struggle. He grinned. "You know, I've always dreamed of fighting Superman. You're not him, but you're still a sun-soaked Kryptonian. I'm really looking forward to seeing what surprises you'll bring."
"I won't bring you any surprises—just death! Die!" Faora planted her feet, put all her strength into her shoulders, and hoisted Liu A'dou off the ground, hurling him high into the sky.
Stars and the barren moon landscape spun wildly in Liu A'dou's vision. But when he saw Faora charging at the Wu Gang, he stabilized himself midair. "Light Speed Punch!"
He smashed down with a single devastating blow.
Faora felt a crushing force slam into her back, driving her into the lunar surface and kicking up a massive cloud of moon dust. The punch was so heavy it made her actually feel pain for the first time since entering the solar system. "Fine. I'll kill you first, then take down your ship on Earth," she snarled, standing up and glaring at Liu A'dou as the Wu Gang's engines roared and it streaked into the distance.
One of Liu A'dou's spacesuit sleeves was gone, and his oxygen was almost depleted, but he didn't look nervous at all. He slowly took off his helmet and started stripping out of his spacesuit.
Faora frowned. Why was this human daring to take off his suit in space?
Liu A'dou didn't bother saying anything. Without the helmet's mic, she couldn't hear him anyway. He just burned his microcosm energy as hard as he could, silently calling for the Odin Armor.
"I hope A'dou is okay," someone on the Wu Gang said worriedly.
"He'll be fine. He's a mutant, remember?"
"Look outside! What's that?" the co-pilot shouted, pulling everyone's gaze to the window. A streak of icy blue light was shooting toward them from Earth, blazing right past the Wu Gang and leaving them staring at each other in shock.
The Odin Armor locked onto Liu A'dou, and he was ready to clash with his Kryptonian foe. Faora didn't make him wait—she was already charging straight at him.
Their speed was faster than sound, but Liu A'dou kept up. The two fighters from different worlds began brawling furiously on the moon. No one could see them—just clouds of moon dust swirling violently, sometimes condensing into shapes like raging dragons, sometimes exploding like drumbeats.
They were both fighting at incredible speed.
The Odin Armor's durability was no less than Faora's Kryptonian battle suit. Plus, it boosted Liu A'dou's microcosm energy, so in terms of equipment, they were evenly matched. As for skill, Liu A'dou had been through countless battles, but Faora was trained as a warrior since childhood. They were both veterans. In the end, it would come down to raw power.
Saints could breathe in space. By merging their microcosm with the universe, breathing was no issue at all. Liu A'dou went all out, but Kryptonians under the yellow sun were like the galaxy's berserkers—nearly impossible to bring down. His fists smashed Faora's body again and again, but it felt like he was hitting titanium, every cell of her body insanely tough.
One moment of distraction cost him dearly. Faora landed a powerful punch that sent Liu A'dou flying in a straight line across the moon's surface. He crashed through a low ridge and skidded hundreds of meters before stopping, a massive trail of moon dust billowing behind him.
He felt like a character from those old cartoons he watched as a kid, where heroes were tossed around like rag dolls. His punches did almost nothing, but every attack from his opponent was like a tsunami.
His chest hurt like hell, but it didn't feel like anything was broken. He forced himself up again, clenched his fists stubbornly, and roared, "Phantom Mirage Devil Fist!"
Whoosh! Faora dodged it easily.
'I've got more,' Liu A'dou thought fiercely. "Light Speed Punch!"
Faora's eyes widened as countless punches rained down on her. She tried to move but was instantly struck. Blows smashed into her face, back, abdomen, and waist with terrifying speed.
His Light Speed Punch wasn't perfect yet, but it connected way more than when he'd fought Hulk. He even saw fragments of Faora's Kryptonian armor fly off from the force.
Punch after punch, Liu A'dou's fists started smoking. When he looked again, Faora was sprawled in the moon dust.
Had he won? Obviously not. Faora's helmet had shattered, and at first she worried she'd suffocate. But lying there, she realized she was fine. The sun shone directly on her, and a comforting warmth flooded her body, filling her with strength.
She stood up, eyes wide in wonder at her hands. She hadn't expected this. Without the helmet, the sun's rays empowered her even more. She felt stronger than ever.
Liu A'dou saw her basking in the sunlight, and his heart sank. What did Superman do when he was losing? He'd fly into orbit and soak up the sun until he was unstoppable. And these Kryptonian refugees were clearly the same. He couldn't wait any longer—he had to finish it now.
In a flash, Liu A'dou appeared behind Faora, locked his arms under hers, and held her tight. He unleashed all his microcosm power at once. "Rozan Kō Ryū Ha!"
A silent, overwhelming force dragged both of them off the moon and into space. Faora struggled wildly, but an invisible power wrapped her up completely. All she could do was watch in horror as her enemy carried her straight toward Earth.