"Great!"
Seeing Russell disappear instantly through the surveillance camera, Ciscel couldn't help but excitedly pound the command console.
Scenes of Russell saving citizens and creating hurricanes to defeat the alien army were constantly replayed on several screens in different directions, with various astonishingly exaggerated data being calculated.
"Director, Russell Hanson's speed seems to be no less than Red Rush's."
"And... he doesn't seem to have Red Rush's problem," Assistant Donald said, pushing up his glasses in surprise while looking at the data on his tablet.
The impression the outside world had of Red Rush, the fastest man on Earth, was always one of impatience, and he was often unenthusiastic or even annoyed by many rescue missions, which wasn't without reason.
He possessed unparalleled speed, but lacked a normal person's perception of time.
In other words, Red Rush could cover a distance that would take others several years in the blink of an eye; from his perspective, he was monotonously spending several long years to complete the run.
To hear someone say a complete sentence felt as long as spending several days.
"Analyzing Russell's calm expression after running at extreme speed and creating a hurricane, he definitely doesn't have the slowed-down time perception like Red Rush."
In other words, an enhanced version of Red Rush?
"Finally, some good news," Ciscel sighed.
Right now, the Global Guardians on Earth have been wiped out, Omni-Man is severely injured, and the identity of the murderer is shrouded in mystery; there was too much bad news.
At this time, the appearance of one of the strongest power users on Earth was undoubtedly the best possible news.
Mark Grayson's strength and speed shown in several crime-fighting instances were extremely astonishing; although not as powerful as his father Omni-Man, he was still uniquely powerful on Earth.
But...
"Russell Hanson is different from Mark Grayson; he is a complete and total Earthling," Ciscel's eyes scanned the combat footage of Mark on another screen with a deep gaze.
"Didn't the two young men say they were going to find a place to spar?
Track them with the satellite."
"Yes, Director."
Arriving first at a desolate red dirt plain, Russell stopped and glanced at his panel.
Current Template: Red Rush.
Abilities: Super Speed, Super Strength, Super Endurance, Super Defense, Bio-Field.
"Although Red Rush is a bootleg Flash, he doesn't have the reality-breaking cheat of the Speed Force, so he can't run as fast as lightning when his strength isn't much greater than an average person's."
This means that for Red Rush to run so fast, a powerful physique is indispensable for support.
Red Rush has Super Strength, and his strength is immense; although not as strong as Eternal, War Woman, and others, he can still rank among the strongest on Earth.
Coupled with Super Speed that even Omni-Man can't match, the strongest template Russell currently possesses is the Red Rush template, far surpassing Immortal and War Woman.
He turned his head to look at the figure following him in the sky, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
Russell decided to use this template to spar with his Cousin Mark.
"Cousin, is this the spot? The Colorado Canyon, I saw it in a geography book before and always wanted to see it but never had the chance," Mark landed and looked around.
An endless red dirt plain, with canyons towering on both sides.
"It's very quiet here, so we don't have to worry about our fight affecting others," Russell said, hands in his pockets, having crossed thousands of miles to Colorado with Mark following closely in just a short time.
The soil underfoot, a mix of crimson and ochre, baked under the scorching sun. The patterns on the hard rock walls in the distance looked like time-carved rings, and the weathered sandstone pillars stood like severed fingers of giants on either side of the canyon.
Let alone people, even animal shadows were rare.
"Hmm..." Mark nodded, seemingly about to say something in agreement. The next instant, Russell suddenly moved, arriving before him, his fist tearing through the air and striking fiercely.
Mark's eyes widened, unable to dodge the lightning-fast punch.
Boom!
A shockwave exploded, kicking up red dirt. Mark was sent flying back, crashing through several sandstone pillars. He rubbed his face in the rubble, looking startled.
"Cousin, you cheated! I didn't even say 'start' yet."
"Enemies won't wait for you to be ready before attacking," Russell smiled, but didn't attack again.
"Alright then, here I come!" Mark grinned excitedly and charged forward rapidly, his speed surpassing any supersonic jet, breaking through layers of sound barriers in an instant, and throwing a fierce punch.
Russell stepped aside just enough to dodge Mark's punch.
Mark couldn't stop in time and crashed into the other side of the canyon.
Rumble!
Thousands of tons of rubble fell like an avalanche.
Mark just emerged, covered in dust, when he saw a figure like lightning already leaping before him, a fist raised high in the sunlight.
Bang bang bang!
More than a dozen heavy punches landed almost simultaneously on Mark's abdomen, so fast that he didn't even hear the sound before his body doubled over.
With time slowed down a hundredfold, he clearly saw his saliva spraying from his mouth, shattering into tiny droplets in the air.
Mark was sent flying back again, smashing a pit over ten meters deep into the hundred-meter-high rock face.
"Again?" Giving him no chance to catch his breath, Russell ran at extreme speed on the rock face as if on flat ground, as if even the planet's gravity couldn't keep up with his speed.
Mark quickly flew away, swinging his fists in counter-attack.
They fought from the rock face to the ground, and then from the ground up to the top of the canyon.
The ground shook continuously, as if two massive monsters were grappling in the canyon.
After a fierce battle, the largely inexperienced Mark was sent flying repeatedly, but the Viltrumite's astonishing defense meant his only injury was a slightly red and swollen cheek.
"I quit, I quit, it's no fun.
I can't even hit you, Cousin."
Sent flying again, Mark stabilized himself in the air and waved his hand.
This wasn't a spar; it was entirely him taking a beating.
Cousin Russell's speed was more than just a little faster than his; compared to him, he felt like a slow, rusty-jointed old man being toyed with by a youngster.
"Besides, I can't help but want to fly. It's pointless for us to spar."
"Then just don't fly," Mark was helpless against Russell's speed, and Russell likewise marveled at Mark's inherent powerful defense as a Viltrumite.
Of course, he also felt bad about hitting his Cousin, who knew nothing, too hard; he wanted to defeat him without injuring him too much.
"Don't fly?" Mark crossed his arms and scoffed, looking as if to say, 'Do you think I'm stupid?' "Then I'd just be getting purely beaten, wouldn't I?"
"Game console usage for one week."
Russell held up one finger.
Mark's grades were average, so Aunt Debbie didn't allow him to buy a game console. He usually could only read comic books, but she didn't restrict Russell, so Mark often secretly played his game console.
"One week?" Mark secretly glanced at his Cousin, feigning disdain.
"Two weeks."
"Two weeks?"
"One week and six days."
"Three..."
"It's a deal!" Mark instantly appeared before his Cousin Russell and quickly grabbed his hand.
Russell chuckled, while Mark grumbled, "How did it start decreasing?"