Chi chh!
On the deserted suburban road, the sound of violent tire friction could be heard far away.
There was a faint smell of burnt rubber, and the old red pickup suddenly drifted and turned around, trying to avoid the figure rushing from a higher altitude.
In mid-air, the figure burst out with incredible strength from the waist, forcibly twisting its body, trying to grab the roof of the car with its five fingers, but it only brushed the side and still missed.
Hearing the harsh metal friction sound above the head.
The pickup slid off the road, Clark hit the brakes and they got out.
The figure who made the act that is tantamount to suicide for ordinary people did not fall to the point of death, just like a flexible flea that easily flipped its body and landed firmly.
"Greg?"
In a black leather jacket, with blond hair on the back, and a familiar side face, Clark recognized the guy before he fully face him, and exclaimed, "Why did you attack us!"
Seeing Greg's abnormal movements, There was a bad premonition in his heart, and he asked.
"I heard something happened to your mother, did you have something to do with it?"
"She hindered me, you will be next."
Gregor turned around slowly, as if he had a plan in his mind, thinking himself like a spider who bound the prey by a spider web and cannot escape, not in a hurry to attack again, and let out a sneer.
"Are you crazy!"
Clark couldn't believe what he heard, how could a person be so bad, "She's your mother."
"You and I are no longer on the same level of life."
Greg, who was cowardly and withdrawn before, was now covered with an aura seeming to reveal the apex predator standing at the top of the food chain and looking down on other life.
"Today, I am not bound by any morality and rules!"
He opened his arms, defying morality from the heart, and raised his voice.
"I'm better than you, better than anyone!"
"You want to be Superman too?"
David looked back from the five clear scratches on the roof of the car, and his voice was cold and mocking when he heard these words.
While facing the Son of Krypton, and a bloodline of the Eternal Race, dared to say that the level of life is ahead of anyone?
[Anger from Greg +0.18, +0.17...]
"David, you are looking for death."
Greg was furious after being ridiculed unceremoniously.
David wasn't flustered.
This guy seems to provide more emotional points than Jeremy, maybe because he is stronger?
"Listen, Greg, you need treatment!"
Clark wanted to calm him down, taking account of some mental problems, maybe there was a way to cure him who is now cold and crazy, so that he can become what he was before.
call! (T/N: This is like 'inhale' in MTL language)
"Healing? It's you who need to be eliminated!"
Greg was as fast as a ghost, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and punched David, his strength roaring through the air.
"David, don't!"
Clark exclaimed when he was attacked halfway and noticed that David's expression seemed to be colder than last time.
Greg thought that Clark was worried about his younger brother, and looked at David, who seemed to have not reacted, with cold blood and fierceness in his eyes.
"I'll take care of you first."
Boom!
One second before he was about to hit, David stood still, as if facing a flying bug, without blinking.
In the next moment, as if being hit by an ancient battering ram, the fist struck his chest like lightning.
bang bang bang.
Greg flew backward at a faster speed than when he came, crossed the road in an instant, fell heavily into the grass more than ten meters away, and rolled several times before stopping.
"Greg?"
Clark looked hurriedly, fearing that David would kill someone.
Beside the road, David stood expressionless, his skin was dyed purple, and his chin had lines like ravines in the earth, his momentum was majestic and compelling.
"What bit you?"
Greg got up from the ground in embarrassment, looking at David with surprise in his eyes.
He was bitten by an insect with meteorite powder, and his body evolved after shedding his skin. David, who has purple skin, was bitten by what animal?
He didn't get hurt.
David lifted his eyelids, slightly surprised, it seems that this Grego has a stronger body and uses less strength.
He seemed to be looking at a fool, and said in a dull tone, "I don't know what you're talking about."
These people whose genes have been mutated by kryptonite, have their brains destroyed and seem to be idiots.
"You're not strong enough to hurt me."
Greg cracked the ground, the soil flew up, and his silhouette shot towards David like a cannonball, carrying the strong wind pressure and punching again. Before the fist fell completely, one could feel the air under the terrifying force being compressed, suffocating.
"Did you know that dung beetles can push things that are 1,200 times their own weight!"
His eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"Stop, Greg, you've lost your mind."
Clark's body flashed, faster than the whizzing space shuttle, blocking the way, trying to block the attack for his younger brother.
But Gregor's power is stronger than he imagined.
Boom!
The fist hit his face hard, and Clark was sent flying like a meteor flying dozens of meters away.
David glanced at the Son of Krypton who had been kicked out, and knew that he was defeated from holding back and releasing water again.
Greg did not stop, attacking fiercely, and he was feeling like holding a boulder when he raised his fist again dropping it, trying to smash David's head like a watermelon.
Boom!
David turned his head and raised his palm to catch his fist slowly, as if taking it easy.
The violent force was like a small wave meeting a towering and immovable cliff, and it stopped abruptly in an instant.
call!
The wind pressure wave kicked up the dust on the road and spread it away. The road paved with hard asphalt collapsed, forming a deep pit with a diameter of several meters, and the gravel flew out like bullets.
On the edge of the road, Clark, who had just rushed back, had to stretch out his hand to cover his eyes.
"Dung beetle? "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in insects!"
As he spoke, he pressed his hand hard, like a hydraulic press with a force of hundreds of tons.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Greg's palm was crushed, and he could not help but kneel down on the ground as he screamed miserably.
The broken bone pierced the flesh, and a wave of warm blood flowed out of the palm.
David let go of him casually, and looked at the blood-stained palm, which was slightly sticky with greenish red.
"Could it be that you were bitten by bugs and mutated?"
Remembering what Greg said before, he frowned, feeling a little disgusted.
"Go to hell!"
Greg's phalanx was shattered and bent at an abnormal angle. The ferocity in his genetic instinct was aroused, and the other hand punched David in a sneak attack, but it missed.
Swish!
Not surprisingly, David flashed and came behind him.
Far surpassing the reaction of ordinary people, Greg burst out at an astonishing speed, punched a strong wind, and swung his fist again, the speed was almost approaching David.
Boom!
"The speed is quite fast."
David grabbed his arm, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and waved his hand to break his other intact arm as effortlessly as breaking a corn stalk.
"But that's right, if the annoying bugs are less flexible, how can they survive?"
"Ah, my arms!"
Both arms were broken, and Greg fell to the ground in pain, his face distorted.
"No...impossible, how could you break my hand so easily."
After he woke up, he clearly tested his abilities, just like some beetles with extremely hard exoskeletons, his bones were as hard as steel, but under David's hands, they were as brittle as a stick.
"Insects who overreach themselves and provoke humans, you should know what will happen!"
Uninterested in answering his question, David said he was about to do it again.
With a flash in front of his eyes, Clark quickly stepped forward, quickly stood in front of Greg, and stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Don't kill him."