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Chapter 400: Wonder Woman — I’m Stealing What’s Yours!
🕑 Added 2025-10-22 19:48:30 +0000 UTCWhoosh!
Crack!
Diana’s heels struck the ground with such power that the concrete shattered like fragile glass beneath her. The impact sent debris flying in every direction, dust billowing up around her like smoke from an explosion. The sight alone was breathtaking—a divine warrior standing amidst chaos, strength coiled and ready to strike.
Then, with the ferocity of a released thunderbolt—
She moved.
Her body blurred, transforming into a streak of gold as she rocketed forward. The wind screamed in her wake, street lamps flickering as her sheer speed disrupted the air itself. In the blink of an eye, she was upon Alex, her fist arcing through the air with enough force to break steel.
BOOM!
The sound of impact rolled like thunder through the street, shaking the buildings to their foundations.
Diana’s entire frame jolted violently from the recoil—and just as before, she was launched backward, spiraling through the air like a human missile.
But this time, she didn’t smash into a wall. No, this time the ground took the punishment. She hit hard, carving a massive crater into the asphalt, cracks spiderwebbing outward beneath her.
From the shadows, Batman froze mid-step, eyes wide behind his cowl.
What he was witnessing wasn’t a simple brawl.
It wasn’t even a clash of heroes.
These two were monsters.
And this was a battlefield fit for gods.
> “What the hell are you?”
Diana spat the words, voice laced with disbelief as she pushed herself upright. Her knuckles were scraped, her armor dented. The pain burned through her arms, and for the first time in a long while, she actually felt it.
She hadn’t expected this—no one had ever made her feel like this.
Her forearms still trembled from the collision, muscles humming in protest.
And that had been just a single hit.
One casual punch—
From a man who’d been holding a hundred-pound vault in his other hand.
> “Just someone you underestimated,” Alex replied smoothly, his tone maddeningly calm. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, as though this entire fight was merely entertainment.
Diana said nothing.
He was right.
She had underestimated him.
Bruce had warned her about Homelander—that this man was no ordinary superhuman, that he was something far beyond Gotham’s understanding.
But Diana had brushed it off.
After all, she was the daughter of Zeus.
A warrior who’d slain Ares himself.
A mortal man, no matter how strong, shouldn’t even register as a threat.
And yet here she was—
Bruised. Battered.
Thrown around like a training dummy in some back-alley battlefield.
> “Okay,” she said finally, her tone even, but her eyes burning with resolve. “That was my mistake. I won’t make it again.”
With a swift motion, she drew her Lasso of Truth, the golden rope igniting in divine radiance. The light shimmered across her armor like sunlight over the sea.
She snapped her wrist—
Crack!
The lasso hissed through the air, moving faster than the eye could follow.
It was a serpent of pure divinity, ready to bind and subdue.
But just as it neared its target—
Smack!
Alex’s hand shot out, fingers closing around the glowing rope.
> “What?!”
Diana’s eyes widened.
He’d caught it—barehanded.
And the most impossible part?
It wasn’t affecting him.
The Lasso of Truth, forged by Hephaestus himself, drawn from the Girdle of Gaia—the artifact that could compel even gods to speak only truth—was doing nothing.
No mortal could withstand its divine energy.
Even gods respected its power.
And yet Alex stood there, completely unaffected, as though holding nothing more dangerous than silk.
Her mind reeled, but instinct screamed louder than reason.
She tried to pull it back—
But Alex pulled first.
The rope snapped taut, divine power surging through it like lightning.
Diana’s body jerked forward, boots skidding across the fractured pavement. Her muscles strained, tendons flaring with pain as she fought against his impossible strength.
Cracks split beneath her heels as she dug in, refusing to be dragged.
Crack!
The ground gave way, splitting like shattered glass—
But she held.
> “Not bad,” Alex said, voice tinged with admiration. “You really are Wonder Woman.”
The compliment was genuine—and infuriating.
She was strong, yes. But so was he. And unlike her, he seemed to enjoy every second of this.
Then his gaze sharpened.
A faint crimson glow ignited behind his pupils.
FZZZT!
Twin beams of searing heat exploded from his eyes.
They slammed into Diana’s chest with unrelenting force.
She gasped, pain flashing across her face as the blast sent her spinning through the air once again. She hit the ground hard, leaving a long, smoking trench in her wake.
When she lifted her head, her Lasso was already gone—
Alex was idly coiling it around his arm.
> “Diana,” he said lazily, “did you really think taking what’s mine would be that easy?”
Her face darkened, fury simmering beneath her calm exterior.
> “Return it,” she warned coldly. “Before I really get angry. The shield, I can overlook. But not the Lasso. Don’t make me prove it.”
Alex’s smirk deepened.
> “You’re joking, right? This is my trophy now. If you want it back, there’s only one way—and it’s not through talking.”
> “You’ll regret this.”
Her voice dropped low, every syllable vibrating with divine threat.
Diana rolled up her sleeves, the metal glint of her Bracelets of Submission catching the dim light. Then she glanced at Batman, her tone suddenly sharp.
> “You should leave. Now.”
The tone wasn’t a suggestion.
It was an order.
And Batman, ever the pragmatist, didn’t argue.
He fired his grappling hook skyward—
Whirr—clank!
—and vanished to a rooftop above. From there, he would watch, because there was no way in hell he’d miss this.
With no witnesses to protect, Diana stopped holding back.
> “Haaah!”
Her battle cry cut through the air like a war trumpet.
She crossed her wrists—
BOOOOM!!!
A deafening explosion of light and sound tore through the street.
The Bracelets of Submission had unleashed their full potential—
A divine shockwave so powerful it obliterated everything in its path.
The asphalt shattered like paper.
Windows blew out for blocks.
The sheer force warped the air, twisting it into rippling waves of destruction.
> “What—what kind of power is that…?”
Even Batman, high above, could only whisper in awe.
Missiles, bombs, nothing human could compare.
This was power from Olympus itself.
And yet—
Alex stood there.
For the first time, his expression grew serious.
This was the move—Wonder Woman’s god-tier technique.
Her final warning.
> “Fine then,” he murmured, a feral grin creeping back. “Let’s see where my limits really are.”
He didn’t move to dodge.
This was the fight he’d been waiting for.
Power surged through him like wildfire, every cell igniting with telekinetic force. Energy rippled outward in waves, bending the air and distorting reality itself.
Before him, a barrier took shape—
Invisible, yet immovable.
And just as it solidified—
The divine shockwave hit.
