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SM/DC Chapter 94 : Arthur VS The Crime Syndicate - 2
🕑 Added 2025-04-19 21:11:17 +0000 UTC“Johnny,” Arthur said coldly, voice echoing with command.
“Hit them like you did with me. Hard.”
The shadow of Johnny Quick vanished in a blur of black-red lightning. His body twisted through the air like a serpent of death, targeting Power Ring.
At the same time, Jima leapt from the shadows, twin tridents spinning, aimed straight for Power Ring’s exposed flank.
"GET BACK!" Power Ring screamed, conjuring construct barriers in a panic. One shattered. Then another. The third cracked.
Then came the blitz.
Shadow Johnny collided with him like a thunderclap. A haymaker straight to the jaw, laced with speed force corruption, sent Power Ring flying into the wall, boom. And Jima was already there, spearing his shoulder mid-air, Power Ring shrieked in pain.
The battle was ending
Arthur was winning.
And Superwoman knew it.
“No,” she growled through clenched teeth. “No. You think you’ve won?!”
With a furious cry, she drove a fist into Galatea’s gut, sending her skidding backward, but Galatea just grinned.
“We don’t ‘think’, we are winning,” she said.
But Superwoman wasn’t playing games anymore.
She reached for her Lasso of Submission, a weapon imbued to compel obedience. It cracked through the air like a golden whip, wrapping around Galatea’s body before she could react. The glow shimmered across her form.
“Now,” Superwoman hissed, eyes glowing, “Go and deal with your master.”
Galatea stood still.
Bound. Silent.
Her eyes dipped. Then rose.
A heartbeat passed.
Then a smirk.
Her eyes lit up red, and heat vision shot from her gaze, burning past Superwoman’s cheek, slicing a strand of her hair and singing her skin.
Superwoman staggered back in horror.
“...Impossible…”
The lasso slithered to the floor, tossed aside like a useless string.
Galatea rolled her neck, cracking it, the red glow of her pupils still burning.
“The only one I submit to,” she said with icy pride,
“is my Monarch...and my Monarch alone.”
Superwoman stepped back, confused. Angry. Rattled.
“These things…” she muttered, barely believing it. “They’re not alive… They don’t have a will… no doubts… no guilt…”
Galatea’s boots crushed the lasso beneath her heel as she took a step forward, fists rising.
“Oh… we do,” she whispered.
Then she launched herself forward like a cannon.
Boom.
A barrage of punches, each one shaking the air. Superwoman blocked one—took the second to the jaw, then a third, fourth, fifth Galatea fought like a storm, vicious and relentless.
And through it all, she grinned.
“But you’re just an insect.”
A knee crashed into Superwoman’s gut.
“So you wouldn’t get it.”
She went airborne, slammed into a pillar with enough force to crack it in half.
Arthur, still calm, still regal, smiled faintly as the battlefield unfolded just as he intended.
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Power Ring screamed as he struggled to stay afloat, constructs flying from his ring in erratic bursts, shields, spears, barriers all flickering, pulsing like a dying heartbeat.
“STAY BACK!” he shouted, voice cracking, wild eyes darting between Jima and the thing that looked like Johnny.
But Shadow Johnny didn’t answer.
He just smiled. A dead smile.
No warmth. No life. Just obedience.
And then he vanished in a streak of red-black lightning.
BOOM!
Power Ring barely raised a construct shield when Johnny came from the left, slamming his fist into it so hard it cracked on impact. He went wide-eyed, turning too late.
BOOM!
A second strike hit him in the ribs. The sound of shattering bone echoed like thunder.
“NO!” Power Ring shouted, trying to fly upward, but Johnny blitzed around him in a vortex, tearing through the air at inhuman speed, cutting off escape.
Johnny's voice finally came through, warped by the shadows inside him.
“You used to look down on me,” he said, tone distorted like a broken radio. “But now?”
A punch to the spine dropped Power Ring to one knee.
“You’ll look up.”
Johnny vanished again, only to reappear above, spinning midair, leg cocked back in a devastating ax kick.
CRACK!
The ground cratered beneath Power Ring’s skull as he hit the floor, coughing blood, ring flickering madly, screaming like it was alive and afraid.
Johnny stood over him, eyes glowing red with black mist spiraling off his frame like a demon cloaked in lightning.
And then he said, calm and hollow:
“Try to construct your way out of this.”
He leaned down, touched Power Ring’s shoulder, and the shadows erupted around him in a blinding spiral of lightning-fast strikes.
To anyone watching, it was just blurs, a hundred punches in a second, a thousand, red-black streaks shattering the body, cracking ribs, breaking will.
Power Ring didn’t even scream at the end.
He just slumped, broken, sparks and blood spilling from his mouth.
Johnny stopped, standing tall again.
The only thing left of Power Ring's body... was ash and a broken ring rolling to Arthur’s feet.
He stared at it. No emotion.
Then he lifted his boot and crushed it, emerald fragments crunching beneath him like glass.
“We did a favor to that idiot,” Arthur muttered, coldly. “This ring is evil.”
Then, with almost casual indifference, he walked over to Owlman, who was slumped against a cracked pillar, barely conscious, blood painting his chin. Arthur plopped down next to him, legs stretched out like he was watching a movie.
“Are you enjoying these scenes, Owlman?” he asked, voice eerily calm, as if they were just two friends on a lazy afternoon.
Owlman chuckled… or tried to. The sound came out broken, blood bubbling up as he coughed. His voice rasped like torn fabric.
“…what are you…” he started, eyes glazed in pain.
Arthur didn’t hesitate.
“Death, I guess.”
That made Owlman actually laugh, dry, bitter, wheezing laughter laced with agony.
“…and here I thought we only had one problem…”
Arthur’s eyes narrowed.
“What do you mean by that?”
Owlman turned his head just enough to look at him, the glow in Arthur’s eyes reflecting off his visor.
“You don’t know, do you?” he whispered, his voice barely above breath.
Then he laughed again, mad, like a man who knew a truth no one else wanted to.
“Something great is coming,” Owlman said, his tone now unnervingly lucid. “A great calamity. Bigger than you. Bigger than us. And according to my calculations…”
He turned his head back to the sky, a smirk forming under the blood.
“Well… let’s just say there’s no stopping it.”
Arthur stood slowly, towering over him like the shadow of the end.
“I see,” he said, raising the Demon King Longsword, eyes glowing a cold, ominous blue.
“Thanks for the warning.”
With one smooth, final arc, Arthur severed the last thread of Owlman’s life. The sword hummed with power as it slid back to his side, black mist curling around the blade.
Owlman’s body crumpled like a puppet with cut strings.
Arthur turned, looking out across the battlefield, the Syndicate almost crushed, except for Superwoman who is still struggling against Galatea.
A storm was coming.
He didn’t know what.
Didn’t care.
“All the more reason,” he muttered under his breath, “to leave this world… and fast.”
Arthur’s eyes glowed faintly and his lips curled into a satisfied smile.
“The ice elves...they found what luthor asked for,” he murmured, mostly to himself. “Let’s wrap this up.”
“Ultraman’s going to be pissed when he comes back…” he muttered, amused. “Let that junkie come after us. It doesn't matter.”
His gaze snapped forward, Galatea, fists blazing, was still trading brutal blows with Superwoman, their punches shaking the walls, every strike causing stone to crack and quake.
But now… it was time to end it.
Shadow Johnny Quick blurred into view beside him like a ghost of vengeance. Arthur simply gave the nod.
And they moved.
Superwoman roared, twisting mid-air to block Galatea’s punch only to be blindsided by Johnny, his black-and-red streak slamming into her ribs like a freight train.
She barely caught her footing before Arthur appeared behind her, Demon King Longsword in hand.
“Surprise, princess,” he said coldly.
She turned, trying to counter but Galatea grabbed her wrist, twisted it, and snapped it backwards with a satisfying crack.
“AHHHH!”
Before she could even scream, Johnny Quick slammed her with a tornado of punches, his distorted voice whispering with glee, “This is for humiliating me…”
Superwoman tried to fight back, lashing out with a kick only for Arthur to catch her leg mid-swing.
His glowing blue eyes locked onto hers.
“Your reign ends here.. Syndicate scum.”
He drove the Demon King Longsword forward, plunging it through her chest lightning CRACKLING from the blade as it pierced her heart. The impact sent out a shockwave, glass and rubble flying in every direction.
Superwoman's scream was cut short. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
She looked at him, lips trembling, blood pooling in her mouth.
Arthur leaned in, whispering the last thing she’d ever hear.
“You liked using people like tools. Breaking them. Bending them. Isn’t that right? Well now… you’ll be mine. A tool forged in shadow, bound in silence, and mine to wield for all eternity..”
He pulled the sword free with a savage twist, and Superwoman collapsed, smoke curling from her lifeless body.
The ground beneath them trembled.
The battle was over.
The Shadow Monarch, his blade bloodied, stood among the ruins of tyrants.
