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

The force was enough to shatter an aircraft carrier's fist, attacking David like a storm, accompanied by a heat vision capable of cutting through any matter in the world.

With his arrogant tone and wicked personality, it felt like he was facing Superman's counterpart, Superman. David's face was cold as he pushed his energy manipulation abilities to the limit, absorbing Clark's attacks and occasionally shooting rays from his eyes or hands to try to block Clark's escape routes.

Although Clark hit David most of the time, he became increasingly impatient.

Clark discovered that his attacks were completely ineffective against David.

Even if David only manages to land one hit out of a dozen or so rapid strikes, it can still cause him pain and injury.

"No, you are just a native of a backward planet that can't even do interstellar travel."

How could you possibly be as good as me?

Clark roared, his eyes filled with deep resentment and anger.

He needs power.

He was emotionally charged, angrily swinging his fist, and the power emanating from his body grew stronger and stronger.

David frowned as he sensed the kinetic energy he was absorbing becoming increasingly violent. Although it was far from injuring him, it was a bad sign.

"You felt it, didn't you?"

I used to be too weak, always worried about this power and my identity, constantly concerned about this and that.

With each punch, the force of his blows increased, and Clark's eyes blazed with fervor as he laughed arrogantly.

"But I am not the same person I used to be."

My physical potential far exceeds your imagination.

He threw punches wildly, the power in his fists like a volcanic eruption, possessing a strength unimaginable to ordinary people.

If David hadn't absorbed all the kinetic energy so readily, the surrounding earth would have been shattered, and the tremors would have been felt clearly for miles around.

Even so, the gust of wind generated by their fistfight caused the farm's houses to sway like weeds in the wind.

"God..."

Jonathan had to grab his wife and retreat far away, behind a hillside.

The two men watched their two sons fight, their faces filled with shock.

The white shockwave that exploded, accompanied by a deafening thud, sounded as if two monsters were locked in combat.

The speed was so fast that only fleeting afterimages could be seen. The missed rays melted the earth into a pool of lava, or perhaps it was two gods at war.

Jonathan looked around worriedly. Luckily, the surrounding area was all his family's farm, otherwise someone would have seen it long ago. But if the commotion continued, would it attract the attention of people in the neighborhood?

"enough!"

David tried several times to grab Clark's hand and melt the red kryptonite with an energy ray.

However, his speed was indeed inferior, and Clark seemed to know that once he took off the ring, he would revert to his original weak state, so he was deliberately on guard and trying to avoid it.

The two had been making a huge racket for a while, and if they continued fighting, their house and warehouse might collapse. He roared and stopped holding back against Clark.

"Anyway, as long as I can recover even if I get injured!"

David fired beams from his eyes and unleashed a barrage of energy cannons from his hands, like a dense barrage of artillery fire. This greatly increased the pressure on Clark, making it increasingly difficult for him to dodge. His paths to attack were gradually blocked, leaving only one in front of him.

But just as Clark was losing ground, David's energy cannon became increasingly weak, like a tap running out of water.

"That's not enough, David. You haven't realized your place!"

The two exchanged a brief but intense heat beam, which turned into a draw. He sneered, realizing something, and charged forward with a punch.

That makes sense. How could this guy's energy emission ability, which is even more powerful than his, be unlimited!

"Your energy can't support your extravagance!"

With a powerful punch, Clark deflected an even weaker energy cannon coming straight at him, then charged in front of David, raising his fist high.

"Without your annoying energy blasts, how can you possibly fight me with your sluggish speed!"

His eyes flashed red, and David's reckless release of energy finally exhausted him.

"Kneel down!"

Bang!

"My energy comes from the sun in the sky."

As long as the sun doesn't set, I am invincible!

Clark, who believed he had the victory in his grasp, was unconcerned when his fist was caught.

He grinned wildly, his expression twisted with malice, and unleashed his full heat vision, his dazzling pupils like red-hot iron balls, the blood vessels around his eyes gleaming brightly.

Chi!

David then shot purple rays from his eyes.

Chi Chi!

One red and one purple, their terrifying energies colliding and annihilating each other violently.

The purple rays are fading.

Just as he was about to overwhelm David in one area where he was stronger, Clark, who was feeling smug, suddenly had a burst of intense purple light in front of his eyes, as if scalding hot water had shot into his eyeballs.

"what!"

Suddenly, the rays emitted from David's eyes became several times stronger, like a violent torrent sweeping away the small flame, and directly blasted into Clark's eyes.

He covered his eyes, which were throbbing with pain, and retreated in agony.

"My eyeballs."

"You despicable bastard!"

Clark, utterly disheveled, shouted.

"Does a thief who has long since become evil, but only pretended for a day to steal from me, have the nerve to call me despicable?"

David remained expressionless and fired another beam at the ring on Clark's finger.

Precise hit.

The ring that Clark had bought and worn for a day, inlaid with ruby, was melted and evaporated, disappearing from Clark's hand.

"No!……"

Clark felt a burning sensation in his hand and reached out to grab something, but it was too late.

Chapter 80 The Price of Clark's Wish

As the ring disappeared, the surge of evil within Clark vanished rapidly, and the ferocity on his face disappeared.

After a few seconds of confusion and bewilderment, panic took its place.

"What...what have I done?"

Although darkness still surrounded him, it didn't stop Clark, now back to normal, from going through his memories, recalling his terrible attitude towards his parents, his disrespectful words to his younger brother, and even the fight he had with him.

"And those hurtful words..."

David breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that their eldest son had recovered, Jonathan and Martha rushed over.

"Son, are you alright?"

The two men hugged Clark with expressions of anxiety and concern, and asked David what was wrong.

"fine."

Jonathan looked his son up and down and confirmed that his youngest son had never had a single torn piece of clothing from beginning to end.

In contrast, the eldest son's clothes were almost torn to shreds, his eyes were swollen like rotten peaches, and tears kept flowing from the shock, making him look extremely disheveled.

"Mom and Dad, David, I'm sorry."

Clark heard the familiar heartbeat, hugged his parents, and felt a sense of relief after his initial panic due to blindness. He felt sad and regretful about what he had done and said.

"It's alright, child."

We all know that's not you.

Martha stopped him from confessing and comforted her eldest son.

"Clark, what's going on?"

Jonathan asked what had happened.

"It's that ring...that ring..."

Clark only knew that it was because of the ring; whenever he wore it, he went insane, his normal consciousness was suppressed, like a split personality, but he couldn't explain the specific reason.

"It should be a meteorite."

David slowly walked over and took over the conversation.

"I can't think of any other reason besides the meteorite that accompanied Clark to Earth that could have affected him."