The man muscleman recovers as fast as Superman

Superman grabs hold of the remains of his costume top and tears it from his torso wincing in pain as the muscles of his chest flex. "Those two guys were as almost as strong as me combined, only more more unaccounted for."

"Looking for me Superman?"

He turns round at the sound to see the leader standing behind him, with an evil smile on his face. "My colleagues may be out of this fight, for the time being Superman, but you still have me to deal with."

Moving with a speed that Superman is hard pressed to follow, the leader is suddenly standing in front of the Man of Steel. He delivers a mighty right hook to Superman's chin, lifting the him clean off the air and sending the Man of Steel flying backwards crashing into the side of a nearby building.

Superman groans, shaking his head to clear it. "Uhhh, haven't been hit that hard since Doomsday." He gets to his feet shaking it off and focuses his heat vision of his opponent. Twin beams of super hot energy shooting out from Superman's eyes and striking the leader directly in the chest.