I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

Moreover, Whitney's abilities seem to possess a unique advantage!

"You have superpowers too? Do you have tattoos too?"

The weakened Clark was completely ignored, while Whitney stared at David with a mixture of shock and anger.

He recalled how he and his teammates had been defeated by this kid with special abilities, losing face in front of everyone.

"Now I finally understand how you defeated us back then!"

Whitney believed that some kind of tattoo gave him his abilities.

"Don't think of me as one of you meteorite monsters."

David glanced at the tattoo on Whitney's wrist, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Could it be that someone discovered the fluorescent effect of kryptonite and used it to cleverly develop a unique tattoo?"

How many people have gotten tattoos? Could it be that a whole bunch of new superhumans have appeared in this town recently?

"Wait till I beat you up, then let's see if you can still maintain this superior attitude!"

Whitney charged at him like an enraged bull, roaring.

call out!

David kicked a pebble.

Pebbles shot out like bullets from the road, but they passed right through Whitney's body without causing him any harm. Whitney smiled dismissively and continued charging forward.

"It's no use, you can't hurt me at all!"

"Is it the ability to precisely control the stone to pass through, or is it that no control is needed at all?"

He lifted his eyelids and appeared behind Whitney in a flash, slashing down with his hand knife.

Whitney couldn't possibly react to the speed at which it was used; the result was like slicing through a projection, leaving no trace.

call out!

A sharp sound.

After David finished hitting, Whitney belatedly realized that David was behind him. He turned around abruptly and saw David behind him. He glared at him angrily and threw a punch, but missed again.

David effortlessly flashed to a distance of several dozen meters, calmly observing him.

Whitney felt like a monkey being played with, and he hissed angrily.

"If you're so capable, why not just stand still and keep hiding?"

But David completely ignored him.

"It's not the ability to react and maintain constant vigilance, but rather a passive approach?" A thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

Whitney gained the ability, although she lacked the speed and strength of previous ability users and was not much better than an ordinary person.

"But in terms of defense, it is exceptionally well-suited!"

It transforms directly into a phantom, piercing through all physical entities and becoming immune to physical attacks!

Even Superman would have a hard time dealing with it.

David's eyes narrowed slightly.

Whitney, calm down.

Seeing that David was much faster than her, Whitney threw a punch at Clark, but Clark wasn't going to stand still and wait for her to hit him, especially since his arm was glowing with kryptonite, and he retreated dozens of meters.

"You have the ability too?"

That's right, you two are brothers!

Shocked by Clark's ghostly speed, Whitney looked at one and then the other, glaring and roaring at the two brothers who couldn't even touch the hem of their clothes.

"If you're so capable, don't hide. Fight me head-on like a man."

He had just said that David wouldn't be able to touch a hair on his head, but now he looks like a clown, even more pathetic.

"If you don't hide, what else can you do?"

Having some suspicions about his abilities, David remained expressionless and appeared in front of Whitney in a flash.

Bang!

Whitney punched David hard in the chest. The punch, with its immense force of nearly eight or nine hundred pounds, didn't even tickle him, but felt like hitting a steel plate. He clutched his throbbing hand and staggered back, saying, "How can your body be so hard? My hand!"

Ignoring Whitney's muffled groan, David frowned and looked at his palm.

"I originally thought that Whitney's ability would at least allow her hands to regain their physical form when she was hitting someone."

For a millisecond, I was struck in the chest by a painless attack, and before I knew it, I had reached out to grab it, only to find that I had grasped nothing.

However, it was too fast for Whitney to notice at all.

"Even when attacking others, his physical form is an illusion?"

It can hit others, but others can't hit it back; its body is in a superposition of physical and virtual states?

"Your abilities are quite good, but unfortunately your strength and speed are too weak."

Looking up, David sighed in slight surprise.

Having this ability makes one virtually invincible. Anyone with even a little bit of super strength and speed would find it very difficult to deal with, even if Clark were to fully grow up.

“If I hadn’t held back just now, you would be lying on the ground in agony right now, instead of having the energy to mock me.”

With a burning pain, Whitney clutched her bruised hand and growled through gritted teeth.

I shouldn't have held back; I should have taught this smug guy a lesson he'd never forget!

"Oh? How are you going to deal with me?"

David asked, wanting to hear it.

Unlike Clark, who has a kryptonite weakness, he can only stand far away from Whitney and dare not approach her.

"I'll punch right through your skin and right in the heart!"

Whitney couldn't believe that David could so casually mock him after taking such a hard punch to his fragile organs and intestines.

"You will kneel on the ground and know what hellish pain is!"

As he spoke, he swung his fist and threw another punch.

"that's it?"

David thought he had some other ability and easily dodged it.

With his physical strength, even if his relatively fragile internal organs were hit by a missile, he would not have any problems. However, he had no interest in standing still and taking another attack from Whitney, whose abilities he had figured out.

"Go home, Whitney."

Clark darted closer, grabbed David, and stood between the two, his expression serious as he urged Whitney to go home.

"Let this matter rest. You acted impulsively out of anger. Don't go down the path of crime."

He knew his brother's personality well. David could ignore the previous attacks, but the punch that was about to hit his internal organs had definitely touched a nerve with David.

"You're too late to say it."

Whitney recalled the incident, a cold, angry smile appearing on her face.

"How do you think I got this tattoo?"

"What do you mean?" Clark's expression changed. Could it be that Whitney had used this ability to do something bad?

"The bank robbery, did you and others do it?"

David recalled the bizarre bank robbery reported on the midday news.

The vault door and floor were undamaged, but the jewelry and gold bars were missing.

"I was almost able to win Lana back, all because of you!"

Ignoring their questions, Whitney threw another punch at Clark.

In just a few days of extra training with the football team, Clark snatched Lana away from him. When he went to find Lana again, she politely told him not to keep bothering her.

She didn't want others to misunderstand that we were still together.

Tell me who the other person is, Clark!

But when the two were several dozen steps apart, Whitney, feeling humiliated as if she had been mocked, clenched her fists and her eyes blazed with anger.

It goes without saying who it was. After that, he went to a bar to drown his sorrows and unintentionally met a group of people.

Some of them had seen him play baseball and thought he was a strong and promising player, so they recruited him into the team.

"Just a little bit of tattoo ink mixed with meteorite solution can give a person the ability to become ethereal, allowing them to enter and leave bank vaults without being touched."

But I never expected that I and the others could so easily outmaneuver the police, and now we can't even teach you a simple lesson.

As Whitney poured out her overwhelming resentment, a sinister glint gradually appeared in her eyes.

"Clark, David, I wonder if your parents had the same abilities as you!"

He figured out how to force the two of them to get closer to him.

"That's enough, stop now."