DC: Becoming Supreme With Technology ( I Beat Superman)

Ethan Harper emerged from the boom tube into the heart of the chaos in Central City. Khurds warriors, towering figures of muscle and power, were rampaging through the streets, their durable bodies shrugging off conventional weapons. Their craft loomed ominously in the sky, raining down smaller scout ships that deployed more warriors into the fray.

Ethan's silvery-white suit shimmered under the glowing fires of the city, his presence commanding as he stepped forward. He flexed his fingers, a faint hum of power emanating from his form.

"Alright, you overgrown war machines," Ethan said, his voice carrying through the din of destruction. "Let's see what you've got."

A group of Khurds warriors charged at him, their sheer size dwarfing even the most imposing human. Ethan didn't flinch.

With a single bound, he met them head-on, his fist smashing into the lead warrior's chest. The sound of impact reverberated like a thunderclap, sending the alien flying into a nearby building. Another warrior lunged, swinging a metallic weapon aimed for Ethan's head.

Ethan ducked effortlessly, grabbing the weapon mid-swing and snapping it in two like it was made of twigs. He spun, delivering a flaming uppercut that engulfed the attacker in flames hotter than 6000°C. The Khurd howled in agony, its durable skin no match for Ethan's fire.

"You're tough," Ethan said, smirking. "But not tough enough."

A massive craft descended, attempting to crush him under its weight. Ethan looked up, his eyes narrowing. His pupils glowed with a fiery intensity before unleashing twin beams of moonlight energy. The beams sliced through the craft's hull, causing it to explode mid-air.

"Nice try," he muttered, leaping into the air.

Landing atop another scout craft, he drove his fist through the hull, ripping it open like paper. He reached inside, grabbing the pilot—a Khurds warrior—and flinging it to the ground below. The craft spiraled out of control, crashing into a group of its comrades.

Ethan wasn't done. He leapt from craft to craft, tearing them apart with brutal efficiency. His strength made even their reinforced materials crumble under his blows.

Back on the ground, dozens of Khurds warriors surrounded him, their glowing eyes filled with rage. They roared as one, their collective strength shaking the earth beneath them. Ethan cracked his neck and stepped forward.

"All this muscle, and you still don't get it," he said, his voice calm yet filled with menace.

One warrior charged, swinging a massive blade. Ethan caught it mid-swing, his hand glowing with fiery energy. The blade melted in his grasp before he delivered a devastating punch to the warrior's gut, sending it flying back into its comrades.

Another Khurd tried to tackle him from behind, but Ethan turned, his eyes glowing brightly. The warrior froze in place, its body turning to stone as his petrification power took hold. Ethan shoved the statue aside, advancing toward the remaining warriors.

One Khurd, larger than the rest, stepped forward, roaring as it swung a massive energy hammer. Ethan dodged the swing, countering with a burst of flame that engulfed the weapon. He then closed the distance, grabbing the warrior by the neck.

"Tell your commander," Ethan growled, his grip tightening, "Earth isn't as easy as you think."

He threw the Khurd into a nearby scout craft, causing it to crash into another ship. The resulting explosion lit up the battlefield.

Surveying the wreckage, Ethan activated his comms. "Helios, status report. Any more reinforcements incoming?"

None detected at this moment, sir, Helios replied.

Ethan exhaled, his suit shimmering as his energy levels stabilized. Around him lay the battered remains of Khurds warriors and their crafts.

Ethan soared through the skies at blistering speed, leaving a glowing silvery-white streak behind him as he headed toward Metropolis. The city was in chaos, with Khurds warriors rampaging through the streets, their massive forms smashing through buildings and vehicles like toys. Their scout crafts hovered above, raining destruction upon the metropolis skyline.

As he descended, Ethan scanned the scene. His eyes burned with a focused intensity.

"Helios," he said calmly, his voice cutting through the roaring winds, "give me an analysis of their forces in Metropolis."

Sir, there are approximately 200 Khurds warriors on the ground, with 50 crafts overhead. Civilians are attempting to flee, but the invaders are targeting key evacuation routes.

Ethan's expression hardened. "Then I'll clear a path."

Ethan accelerated, heading straight for one of the scout crafts. He smashed into it mid-air, his fists ripping through the hull like paper. The craft spiraled uncontrollably before exploding, but Ethan had already moved to the next target.

A group of five crafts converged, their cannons firing energy blasts at him. Ethan dodged effortlessly, weaving through the barrage with precision. With a burst of moonlight energy from his hands, he sliced through two of the crafts, their metallic shells disintegrating under the intense power.

The remaining crafts regrouped, attempting to encircle him. Ethan's eyes glowed fiercely as he unleashed twin beams of petrifying energy. Two crafts froze mid-air, their surfaces turning to stone before crumbling into pieces.

"Is that all you've got?" Ethan taunted, his voice reverberating through the comms of the remaining ships

Ethan landed with a thunderous impact, the ground cracking beneath his feet. Dozens of Khurds warriors turned their attention to him, their glowing eyes narrowing with hostility.

One of the larger warriors, wielding a massive blade made of an alien alloy, charged at him with a roar. Ethan sidestepped the swing, grabbing the warrior's arm and snapping it like a twig. With a swift punch, he sent the warrior hurtling into a nearby building, the structure collapsing under the impact.

"Next," Ethan said, his voice calm but menacing.

Three warriors rushed him simultaneously. Ethan met them head-on, his fists glowing with fiery energy. His first strike engulfed one warrior in flames, reducing it to ash. The second warrior managed to land a punch, but Ethan didn't even flinch. He grabbed the attacker by the neck, lifting it off the ground before slamming it into the third warrior.

Their combined weight shattered the pavement, leaving them groaning in defeat.

Ethan spotted a group of Khurds warriors targeting civilians trapped in a collapsed bus. He flew toward them, landing between the aliens and their victims.

"You want them?" Ethan said, cracking his knuckles. "You'll have to go through me."

The warriors attacked, their sheer strength causing shockwaves with every swing. But Ethan was faster and stronger. He caught their blows mid-air, his grip crushing their fists. With a burst of flame, he incinerated one, then turned and delivered a devastating roundhouse kick that sent another flying into a nearby lamp post, bending it like a straw.

The final warrior lunged, but Ethan caught it by the head, lifting it off the ground. "Wrong move." His eyes glowed with moonlight energy, and the warrior screamed as its body turned to stone. Ethan tossed the statue aside, freeing the civilians.

"Get out of here," he told them, his voice firm but reassuring

Ethan looked up as the largest craft descended, its cannons charging for a massive blast. He leapt into the air, dodging the first volley of fire. Grabbing a piece of debris mid-flight, he hurled it at the craft's engine, causing it to sputter.

He then flew directly into the craft's underside, his fists glowing as he tore through the metal. Flames and sparks erupted as he ripped out the power core, the craft plummeting to the ground in a fiery explosion.

Hovering above the city, Ethan surveyed the battlefield. The Khurds forces in Metropolis had been decimated, but he knew the fight was far from over.

"Helios," he said, his tone resolute. "Status?"

Metropolis is clear, sir. No remaining hostiles detected.

Ethan nodded, his silvery-white suit shimmering under the city lights. He took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the horizon.

"Good," he said softly, before soaring into the night sky, ready for the next battle.

Ethan streaked across the sky toward Star City, the silvery glow of his energy aura cutting through the darkness. Below, the city was under siege, with Khurds warriors storming the streets and scout ships hovering above, blasting structures with ruthless precision.

As Ethan descended, he noticed a lone figure on a rooftop, firing arrows with astonishing speed and precision. Each shot found its mark, taking down Khurds warriors one after another. The figure leapt effortlessly from one rooftop to another, staying ahead of the chaos below.

Ethan landed beside him, the impact cracking the rooftop. The man turned, his green hood and domino mask barely concealing his determined expression.

"Nice of you to drop in," the archer said, loosing another arrow without even looking at his target. It struck a Khurds warrior mid-leap, pinning it to a wall.

"You must be Green Arrow," Ethan said, his tone calm but approving.

"And you're the guy in white tearing through aliens like tissue paper. We could use the help."

Ethan gave a small nod. "Let's clean this up."

Ethan launched into the sky, heading straight for a cluster of scout ships raining destruction on the streets below. With a burst of moonlight energy, he obliterated two ships in a single strike, their shattered remains scattering across the city.

Green Arrow, still on the rooftop, called out through his comms, "I'll handle the ground forces. You take care of their air support!"

"On it," Ethan replied, his voice cutting through the static as he accelerated toward another ship.

Below, Green Arrow moved with agility, taking down Khurds warriors who had managed to break away from the chaos above. He fired an explosive arrow at a group of them, the blast sending their durable bodies sprawling. Before they could recover, he loosed a series of electrified arrows, stunning them into submission.

One warrior charged at him, its massive frame barreling through debris. Green Arrow rolled to the side at the last second, firing a freezing arrow that encased the Khurd in a block of ice.

"Not so tough now, are you?" he quipped, moving on to the next target."

Ethan, meanwhile, tore through the sky, his fists glowing with energy. A scout ship turned its cannons on him, firing a barrage of energy blasts. He weaved through them effortlessly, closing the distance before slamming into the ship's hull.

Grabbing the ship by its underside, he ripped it apart, tossing the pieces into another craft, which exploded on impact.

More ships converged on him, their weapons charging. Ethan raised his hands, unleashing a wide arc of silvery-white flames. The intense heat engulfed the ships, reducing them to molten wreckage.

"Helios," Ethan called out. "How many left?"

Approximately fifteen ships remain, sir. Green Arrow is handling ground forces effectively.

Ethan flew higher, charging his moon energy into a dense orb in his hands. With a powerful throw, the orb shot downward, detonating in a brilliant flash. The shockwave ripped through the remaining ships, leaving only a few stragglers.

Ethan descended back to the rooftops, landing beside Green Arrow, who had just taken down another warrior with a well-placed explosive arrow.

"Nice of you to join me," Green Arrow said, panting slightly.

"Just wrapping up the heavy lifting," Ethan replied, scanning the streets. A few scattered Khurds warriors remained, attempting to regroup.

"I've got the stragglers," Green Arrow said, drawing another arrow. "Think you can handle those last ships?"

Ethan smirked. "Watch me."

Launching back into the air, Ethan targeted the remaining ships. He flew through one, tearing it in half with his bare hands. Another tried to evade, but Ethan caught up in an instant, slamming it into a nearby skyscraper before destroying it with a moonbeam.

The final ship attempted to flee, its engines flaring. Ethan raised his hand, petrifying the ship mid-flight with a glowing beam from his eyes. The stone vessel plummeted to the ground, shattering on impact.

Ethan landed back on the rooftop, the city eerily quiet now that the battle was over. Green Arrow surveyed the destruction below, his bow still in hand.

"Not bad for a night's work," Green Arrow said, lowering his weapon.

"Not bad at all," Ethan replied, his silvery aura dimming slightly.

"Thanks for the assist. We made a good team," Green Arrow said, offering a gloved hand.

Ethan shook it firmly. "Anytime. Let's hope we don't have to do this too often."

Green Arrow nodded. "Yeah, let's hope."

With a final glance at the city, Ethan soared into the sky, heading for the next battleground, leaving Green Arrow to oversee the recovery efforts in Star City.