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General Zod knew they were outmatched. They wouldn't stand a chance if Clark unleashed his full power. They'd be wiped out.But Clark was Krypton's only hope for revival. So, Zod gambled. He gambled on Clark's loyalty to his Kryptonian heritage, hoping Clark wouldn't kill them. Other Kryptonians caused the delay in space.
Zod hadn't come alone. A massive, three-tier spaceship hovered above Earth, carrying the remaining Kryptonians. Following Zod's orders, two Kryptonian warriors boarded a smaller ship and sped towards Earth. Their destination: Clark's farm.
Zod's plan was clear: capture Clark's loved ones and use them as leverage. It was a dirty tactic, but Zod was willing to do anything for Krypton's sake.
Unfazed by the three figures surrounding him, Clark addressed Nick Fury and his team. "This is a personal matter," he said. "Please leave for your safety. I wouldn't want to be hurt."
Nick Fury understood. With a wink, he stopped his team from arguing and ushered them into a waiting car. Under armed escort, they sped away. Of course, Fury wasn't leaving entirely. He discreetly ordered a satellite to monitor the situation.
Zod let them go. He knew these people weren't significant enough to Clark. Killing them would only anger him, not force his cooperation.
Once everyone else was gone, Zod took a deep breath, slammed his fist onto the ground, and created a crater.
Clark reacted swiftly. He crossed his arms, blocking Zod's punch, grabbed his wrist, and with a powerful throw, sent Zod flying – but not for long. Zod was a seasoned fighter. He twisted in the air, landed on his hands, and performed a series of flips before regaining his footing.
General Zod's second-in-command, Faora, could have spent more time. She launched a surprise attack, kicking Clark hard in the back. Loyalty to Zod ran deep – even if Clark might become their king someday, Krypton's survival came first. Mercy was a forgotten concept.
Sensing the attack from behind, Clark didn't even flinch. He twisted based on instinct, dodging the kick. He grabbed Faora's leg, intending to throw her like he did Zod.
However, Faora's agility, a hallmark of Kryptonian women, came into play. She twisted mid-air and lashed out with her other foot, aiming for Clark's face.
Clark was forced to release her leg. He braced himself with one arm to block the kick, but the impact sent him flying backward in a somersault. He landed gracefully, though, and Faora noticed something peculiar – his feet weren't touching the ground. He hovered like a puppet.
Faora was momentarily stunned. Her kick had felt strangely soft, like hitting cotton. It wasn't that Clark hadn't thought it, but rather that he'd chosen to absorb the force and retreat. Now, it was clear – he could fly.
The tallest Kryptonian warrior launched himself into the air with a mighty roar. He descended like a meteor, aiming to crush Clark with a devastating blow.
At 6'3, Clark was considered tall for a human, but compared to this Kryptonian giant, he was dwarfed. The warrior stood nearly 8 feet tall, and Clark barely reached his chest. Logic dictated that Clark should dodge, but surprisingly, he chose to meet the attack head-on.
He planted his feet firmly, fists clenched. With a yell of "Cannon Fist," he unleashed a powerful punch. His fist grew red and seemed to crackle with energy as it met the warrior's fist in a bone-shattering collision.
A booming explosion erupted from the point of impact, sending shockwaves radiating outward. The force was so great it would have blown away the furniture Nick Fury's team had hastily abandoned moments before.
Thankfully, Fury, anticipating a fight, had chosen a remote meadow for the negotiations. There were no buildings to be damaged, just a vast expanse of grass.
As the dust settled, the scene visible through the satellite feed left Nick Fury and his team speechless. A massive crater, over ten meters wide, dominated the ground, surrounded by hundreds of meters of spiderweb-like cracks. The sheer power of the clash was undeniable.
In the center, Clark and the Kryptonian warrior stood facing each other, separated by a dozen meters. Aside from the dust coating him, Clark seemed unharmed.
The Kryptonian warrior, however, wasn't so lucky. One arm trembled uncontrollably, and his black armor was shredded, particularly on the arm that had met Clark's fist head-on. It was completely shattered.
Clark held his own against the three Kryptonians, slowly gaining the upper hand. He levitated into the air, hovering ten meters above them, his posture radiating dominance.
General Zod and Faora checked on the tall warrior's arm. Though injured, it wasn't broken.
"A setback," Zod muttered, trying to hide his worry.
Clark addressed them from above, his voice firm. "This is your last chance. Leave Earth. Don't make me do this."
His anxiety, masked by a stoic expression, General Zod resorted to stalling. "You force our hand, Clark! Krypton's last hope! We won't give up, even in death! It would be best if you chose today. It's your last chance, too. Join us, and together we'll restore Krypton's glory! Otherwise, Earth will pay the price."
Clark's eyes flashed with anger. In a blur of motion, he descended upon Zod, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks. His aerial advantage granted him incredible agility, making him a difficult target.
Faora and the tall warrior joined the fight, aware they were outmatched one-on-one. They stood a chance only by working together and hoping Clark wouldn't unleash his full potential.
General Zod, a formidable fighter himself, managed to deflect most of Clark's blows, sustaining minor injuries. Seeing Faora and the warrior close in, Zod prepared to counter.
But Clark anticipated this. He launched a powerful kick that sent Zod flying backward. Using the momentum, Clark flipped and landed a devastating kick to the tall warrior's chin, sending him sprawling. He then switched targets, unleashing a relentless assault on Faora.
Faora, now experiencing what Zod had endured moments ago, struggled to defend herself. Clark's aerial maneuvers let him attack from every angle, overwhelming her. Zod, forced to play defense, chased after Clark, trying to regroup.
Clark, with a well-timed kick, sent Faora flying once more. He then turned to Zod, determined to prevent a three-on-one situation. This unusual dance continued, with Clark seemingly fighting all three Kryptonians simultaneously.
The tide of the battle was slowly turning in Clark's favor. Though frustrating at times, years of sparring with Wonder Woman had equipped him with invaluable experience. While he appeared to dominate the fight, taking on all three Kryptonians simultaneously, the truth was more nuanced.
Clark acknowledged his advantage in a one-on-one fight, but facing multiple opponents was a different story. He deliberately maintained this situation, knowing it wouldn't last. His opponents were seasoned warriors, too, and they'd eventually adapt to his aerial advantage.
"Maybe I should thank Diana," Clark thought.
"Despite the trouble she caused, those battles honed my skills. I should treat her to a meal when this is over."
Clark was unaware that Wonder Woman was watching the fight from a hidden location. General Zod's broadcast had alerted the world of the alien invasion, prompting governments to assemble their forces. Earth's champion, Wonder Woman, couldn't ignore such a powerful display.
"Finally," she thought, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Clark, the elusive one, always dodging a good fight! It seems I've been itching for a challenge. Here's Wonder Woman, the beautiful savior! Though, maybe heroes should save handsome men, too, right? He'll owe me one. Maybe he'll finally agree to be my training partner." Imagining this future, she let out a chuckle.
Meanwhile, on Skull Island, thanks to the Red Queen's satellite feed, Ivan watched the battle unfold with amusement. "Clark's come a long way, hasn't he?" he mused.
"Sending Wonder Woman after him turned out to be a good decision. Not only did he find a companion, but he also honed his fighting skills thanks to her. What better training than a sparring partner like her?"
Red Queen's holographic projection appeared behind him, rolled her eyes at his self-congratulatory words.
"You just wanted to avoid dealing with her yourself and dumped him on Clark! You're a terrible father, you know that?" she said sarcastically.