American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 69 Battle Between Supermen

anger.

It is a wonderful emotion.

It inspires courage, emboldening the timid to erupt. It is a savage beast hidden in the heart of every creature, which can be awakened with just a word, a gesture, or even a glance.

The building on the first floor at this moment.

Three people and a corpse stood in the empty hall used to receive guests.

Lex moved toward the emergency exit, intending, as a smart man, to go find Bizarro with both hands.

Nobody noticed Lex, and even if they did, nobody would care.

Gino and Clark looked into each other's eyes, their eyes seeing only each other.

This statement is, of course, unambiguous.

Knowing each other's strengths, they naturally understand who the real opponent is.

"Clark".

Gino's hands hung naturally at his sides, seemingly unfazed by the impending battle.

He even had the leisure to chat.

"You feel like I'm lecturing you, but have you ever thought about this?"

Gino raised his arm and slowly clenched his fist.

Air flowed through the gaps in their fingers, making a whistling sound due to its rapid speed.

The boy finished speaking, saying, "I'm just telling the truth."

Gino's words thoroughly enraged Clark, to the point that his hands trembled slightly with anger.

"So, you've always thought I was an idiot, reckless, ignorant, and impulsive, right?"

Gino didn't speak, but glanced at Clark with pity, as if silently saying, "Yes, that's it."

"Moreover, even your decision to beat me up is incredibly stupid."

Gino spoke again, pointing to his chest with a self-deprecating expression: "I learned to ride horses at the age of six, and from seven to nine I received instruction from Ms. Shiva, the world's most powerful martial arts master."

"I have the best teachers in the world, and I also possess the most powerful talent."

"I can even forgo the freezing gaze and fight you."

"Your only fate is to lose."

Gino remained as nonchalant as ever.

If he already possesses the strength of a Kryptonian, why would he need to learn martial arts?

That's because Gino never forgot that in the near future, General Zod would bring a group of Kryptonian rogues to Earth.

He has been planning for the future since he was very young, and he has never slacked off.

Because Gino understands that with equal talent, the only competition is who works harder.

Gino puffed out his chest and held his head high, asking like a debonair medieval nobleman, "So, tell me your choice, Clark."

"call."

Clark lowered his head, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of Earl's headless corpse, and his already heightened anger surged once more.

Clark roared out his plan: "I'm going to beat you up!"

"Whoosh!"

With just a slight exertion, Clark's figure flashed like lightning as he rushed towards Gino.

He raised his right fist and slammed it hard into Gino's face.

However, Gino simply tilted his head slightly to dodge Clark's punch.

Just as Gino thought, with the same talent, the competition comes down to combat experience.

"I was knocked down a hundred times in Ms. Shiva's first class."

You have to understand, my reaction speed was already pretty fast at the time, but I was still easily defeated by that woman.

However, the hardships he endured at that time honed Gino's unparalleled fighting skills.

He could even predict Clark's next attack simply by watching the movement of his legs.

Gino easily dodged Clark's punches, using his upper body and legs to constantly shift and dodge them.

If you zoom out and slow down the pace, it's like a very unfair boxing match.

It's like a novice boxer throwing punches at a seasoned veteran.

"Huff huff"

Clark kept waving his fists.

At normal speeds, the battle between the two was merely a series of intertwined afterimages.

He was panting heavily.

Clark gritted his teeth, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. The thousands of punches he had thrown had left him drenched in sweat. He could bear the physical exhaustion, but he couldn’t accept Gino’s reaction.

Despite his all-out attack, Gino easily dodged it.

It seemed to confirm Gino's words: "You have no chance of winning."

Another punch, delivered with the force of a gust of wind, was easily dodged by Gino. Clark, his defenses breached, roared, "All you can do is dodge?"

Gino sighed as he listened to Clark's words.

The boy dodged Clark's right straight punch aimed at his face by turning his head again, and said indifferently, "You asked for this."

Before he finished speaking, Gino stopped dodging, stood firmly on the floor of the hall, and suddenly stretched out his hands, which had been behind his back.

"Snapped!"

An arm gripped Clark's arm, and then Gino pulled sharply.

The immense force transmitted through his arm, and Gino's swift attack gave Clark no time to even think.

Seeing that Clark was in a panic and had been pulled down by him, Gino also raised his right knee without any hesitation.

"Bang!"

The vicious knee strike landed heavily on Clark's tender abdomen.

The intense pain caused Clark to furrow his brow and bend over like a shrimp.

But Gino did not stop his offensive.

The boy raised his elbow and struck Clark in the back again.

"Bang!"

Another swift blow struck Clark in the back.

The swift attacks, like a skillful combination of techniques, left Clark unable to lift his head.

Gino grabbed Clark's arm again and executed another judo throw, bringing Clark down cleanly.

"Thump!"

Clark, who was fiercely attacking just a second ago, now lay sprawled on the floor, staring at the ceiling with eyes full of confusion and shame.

Just as Gino said, he lost.

Whether it's speed, strength, or reaction time, Gino is far superior to him.

Seeing Clark lying on the ground, looking weak, Gino showed no mercy. He raised his fist and, from above, punched Clark's face repeatedly.

The boy, while hitting him, said, "What else do you want?"

The whistling fist carried immense power, like a hammer slamming into Clark's handsome face.

Bright red blood flowed from Clark's nostrils; he had never been so disheveled.

"how long?"

Another punch landed, and Clark's eyes were glazed over, his vision blurring as afterimages appeared before him.

My eyes are puffy and my ears are ringing.

He seemed to see three Ginos waving their fists at him.

"Only then can one grow!"

Gino's roar exploded in Clark's ears.

Clark looked at the raised fist and understood the immense power it contained.

The last punch will kill me, won't it?

Clark watched as the fist landed, grazing his cheek and shattering the concrete floor beside his ear, leaving a huge fist mark.

"This is for Lex."

Upon hearing Gino's voice, Clark's handsome face was filled with mockery: "You should thank yourself for saving Lex."

"This saved your life."

Ignoring Clark, who was lying on the ground with his face covered in blood, Gino rubbed his aching fist and slowly stood up.

The boy strode away, his voice light and cheerful: "We're even, Clark."

(End of this chapter)