Boom!
Clark broke through the roof and was almost smashed under the floor.
At the critical moment, he gritted his teeth and supported the falling jeep with both hands.
At the same time, opened the bio-force field and got rid of the pressure of gravity on him.
Barely maintaining a floating position, he carried the car that crushed down on him.
Below him were Clark's adoptive parents. Jonathan was protecting Martha, who was panicking and hiding under the sofa.
The broken beams, the broken ceiling, and the fragments of the exploding light bulbs poured down in a torrent, instantly drowning the two figures.
"Mom and Dad, are you all right?"
Clark steadied his stance and pushed his shoulder, lifting the Jeep straight out.
Bang!
There was another muffled sound.
The heavy car was smashed in the yard, and had become a pile of scrap metal.
"Cough cough ... we're ok."
Jonathan, pressed against his wife's body to ensure Martha's safety.
He blocked all those debris pieces, and his back was seeping with a big patch of blood.
When Clark saw this, his eyes turned red, and he felt angry.
Like an angry bull, he went into a frenzy.
Without saying a word, he crashed through the door.
Boom!
There was a burst of air in the atmosphere.
Faora, the female commander of Krypton, saw a sudden blur, and saw her opponent lunging at her.
She seemed somewhat complacent and didn't dodge.
The whole person was held by Clark. His body lost control, and he fell back.
They looked like bullets out of the chamber, pulling out vague afterimages and disappearing.
The two figures rushed into the cornfield of the Kent farm. The air currents swirled and the wind howled, tearing a clear path.
Along the way, everything that stood in front of them turned into dust.
"How dare you hurt my family!"
Clark, who was extremely angry, swung his fist relentlessly at the female Kryptonian commander who was pinned underneath him.
In the past, he treated women differently.
He had to be polite and gentlemanly.
As everyone knew, Superman was the good old boy in the Justice League, never angry, never furious.
For enemies like Lex Luthor, he was still all very principled and humane.
But seeing his adoptive parents nearly die, the anger that filled Clark's chest made him throw those rules out the window.
Superman had never been afraid of losing anything in his short and young 17 years of life.
But just now, he realized that he might not be able to protect his family, and he might put his parents in danger.
Fear, anger, irritability ...
These negative emotions, which shouldn't have appeared in Clark, burst out.
Bang! Bang! Bang ...
Punch after punch!
Commander Faora's breathing apparatus emitted a series of sparks, and broke.
Her neck was in Clark's grip, and it was difficult to resist.
This time, the female commander didn't forget to deliver harsh words ....
"You want to protect them, Kal-El? If you aren't willing to hand over the Growth Codex and disobey the will of General Zod, we will definitely kill those two humans in front of you. You will hear their painful cries ..."
Hearing such a threat, the anger in Clark's eyes intensified, almost burning the other party to ashes.
As everyone knew, they should never hurt two women in the DC universe.
One was Louise Lane.
The second one was Martha Kent.
Fortunately, the former would only attract Superman, her boyfriend, and they would be put in jail, at most.
But the latter was worse, because they would probably have to face the double revenge of Superman + Batman.
"I will stop you, I will stop you!"
Clark, who was flying at high speed, spoke in a whisper that was blown away by the air currents.
He held Commander Faora tightly, leaving Kansas in just a few tens of seconds.
The two tumbled and crashed into a gas station.
The violent explosion, the blazing fire, the powerful shock wave -- toppled them to the ground.
"Cough cough..."
Clark struggled to get up from the ground and looked at Commander Faora who was in flames.
The latter didn't seem well, as the breathing device shaped like a helmet was broken, leaving her senses in torment.
All kinds of noises, as if they were being magnified countless times, squeezed into her mind.
Her listening, seeing, breathing ... had all undergone tremendous changes.
"What did you do to me?"
Commander Faora's heroic face revealed confusion and panic.
"It took a long time for someone to teach me how to control my senses! Focus on seeing only what you want to see and hearing only what you want to hear ... You're in pain right now, aren't you? It's like all the information in the world is being squeezed into your brain!"
Clark ripped off his tattered plaid shirt and T-shirt, leaving the upper half of his strong, toned body bare.
Before he could change into his Superman's uniform, he was approached by Kryptonians.
A series of battles nearly made Superman run naked.
Fortunately, his pants were still tough enough.
"I... I'm getting weak ..."
Commander Faora fell to her knees, completely incapacitated.
It would take her some time to get used to Earth's environment, air composition, and learn how to control her senses.
But Clark obviously wouldn't give the other party that chance. He learned a lot from his older cousin.
One of them was to not show mercy to the enemy.
"I'll hand you over to the military, and of course, won't spare those accomplices of yours."
Clark slowly walked up to the female commander and before he could make a move, he was blown away by a laser blast from a Kryptonian craft that arrived just in time. It hovered over, and landed on a car.
Two Kryptonian warriors stepped into the battlefield. Rolling smoke covered half of the sky, causing the atmosphere to instantly turn solemn and murderous.
Pedestrians on the street were screaming and running away, only Clark stood there and confronted him.
"Come inside, it's not safe outside!"
While he told the crowd to evacuate, he walked over to the other party.
"Kal-El, there won't be any safe place on this planet anymore."
The dull voice sounded.
One of the Kryptonian warriors was as tall as a titan.
The man was close to over 3 meters tall, and his muscles budged like hills and rocks.
"Yes, we will kill everyone you want to protect."
Another Kryptonian soldier agreed.
Clark was silent.
He gradually calmed his inner anger and clenched his fists.
Just as Superman was about to make his move, four fighter planes came roaring in a herringbone formation.
The pilots pushed the center stick while aiming their machine guns at the three figures on the ground.
"Vulture in position, target spotted. Ready to fire."
On the communication channel, the pilot's voice rang out.
"One of them is Superman. Do we engage?"
Someone asked.
"It's General Swanwick's orders."
The pilot, who was in charge, helplessly shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, I hope people won't accuse us of trying to murder a superhero."
The man continued.
"Superhero? Come on, Superman is no different than the two other targets. They're all aliens, and they're all up to no good."
The pilot in the lead grimaced.
The fighters quickly approach their target, and after aiming.
Da! Da da da--
30-millimeter armor-piercing rounds of depleted uranium ammunition were poured out like raindrops.
Like a dragon spewing fire, with amazing lethality.
Clark reacted quickly, and dodged the wave of attacks.
But those two Kryptonians didn't have such good luck. The powerful armor-piercing bullets swept all the way through and struck the pitch-black armor.
Although it didn't pierce through and cause damage...
But the powerful kinetic energy still knocked them away, sending them smashing into a store behind them.
"Target hit! Prepare for a second attack!"
Behind the pilot, the one in charge of the weapons excitedly said so.
"Direction 212 degrees, second sweep commencing!"
The 30-millimeter depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets smashed their bodies, causing the Kryptonian warriors to feel dizzy.
They looked at the fighter planes flying back, with fierce eyes.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In unison, the two men took few steps and jumped, crossing a street's distance in an instant.
With this inhuman run-up, Kryptonian fighters leaped into the air and pounced on the fighter planes soaring high in the sky.
The Kryptonian warrior grinned, revealing a cruel smile.
Then he tore down the cockpit with his bare hands, crushing the heads of the two humans in the cockpit.
The red and white mixture of murky liquid spilled into the air, and the falling fighter planes, with their headless bodies, were turned into charcoal.
Boom!
Continuous explosion, rang out!
After this counterattack by the Kryptonian warriors, a group of A10 fighter planes, immediately lost two fighters and four pilots.
One of the Kryptonians tried to do it again, but Clark knocked him out in mid-air.
They fell into a fast food restaurant not far away, which looked like several grenades had exploded.
Tables and chairs were broken, doors and windows were damaged, and a great deal of smoke and dust rolled in the air.
All in all, it was chaos!
Clark had only just stood up when the Kryptonian warrior's fist came crashing down.
But Superman was no longer the same self with zero dodging and fighting ability.
He didn't panic, crossed his arms and blocked the powerful punch.
And then, he sent his knee up, and smashed the opponent's abdomen.
That armor that could withstand 30-millimeter depleted uranium armor piercing ammunition, immediately cracked.
'Compared to Luke, this guy is far worse.'
Clark raised such an idea and took advantage of the situation.
His mind echoed with his older cousin's teachings, and my fist struck out.
It was extremely fast, with an explosive sound, like sonic booms, hitting the Kryptonian warrior who bent down and fell.
The terrifying force penetrated through the thick armor outside and exploded inside the opponent's body.
Poof!
A mouthful of blood was spat out.
The Kryptonian warrior, strong enough to match Clark, stared at him with wide eyes and a contorted, painful face.
After barely standing for a second or two, he collapsed with a crash and couldn't get up.
"What is ... this?"
The Kryptonian warrior couldn't believe it.
He could see that Clark didn't have any genetic template.
'How could he easily beat me?'
"Martial arts, one-inch punch!"
Clark replied.
It was a traditional martial art. Even at point blank, he himself didn't get hurt.
Having taken care of the female commander, and a Kryptonian warrior.
He just had to beat the last one, and his parents would be safe for now.
Zi zi! Zi zi zi --
The noisy sound of electricity suddenly came out of a TV that was still intact in the fast food restaurant.
The channel that was broadcasting the news blurred.
"Clark Kent, I have your parents. If you want to save them, stop resisting."
General Zod's image appeared on TV.
This was his second threat.
"Dad, Mom ... those scumbags!"
Clark couldn't help but clench his fists. He was so focused on fighting that he forgot to protect his parents who were still at the Kent farm.
He never thought General Zod would be so shameless as to start kidnapping people.
'What should I do? What should I do?'
Confused thoughts suddenly occupied his brain. Clark, who won the battle, was at a loss.
'Should I yield to General Zod and give up resistance?'
'Or find another way to save my parents?'
'I need to ask Luke for help!'
Clark first thought of Luke, who had disappeared for many days.
But before he could contact the other party, the dark red cloak suddenly rolled over his sight.
'Older cousin is here!'
"It looks like you're having some trouble, Clark."
Luke spoke with a smile. He carried an unconscious female Kryptonian commander.
He glanced at the collapsed Kryptonian warrior and thought, 'my younger cousin's Inch Punch wasn't bad at all.'
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