Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

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"Clark! Take a good look! Now I'll tell you exactly how we differ from them!"

After the burly man in white finished speaking, he grabbed Clark by the neck and rammed him into the crowd.

"puff!"

"what!"

"how……"

Countless pedestrians were sent flying into the sky, and various dismembered limbs littered the streets, while bright red tomato sauce was spilled all over the ground.

"No no no..."

Clark kept shaking his head, but he couldn't resist. The man behind him was far stronger than him.

On the highway!

Countless vehicles were moving forward.

The man in white then stood in front of the vehicles, lifted Clark up in front of him, and whispered, "Now let's guess, if these cars hit you, will you die, or will the driver die?!"

The white-clad man's voice, like a demon's whisper, echoed in Clark's ears.

Chapter 304 Weak

"Do you see those cars, Clark? You need to understand the gap between us and them!"

As the man spoke, he lifted Clark up and charged toward the speeding cars.

No! No, no!

Clark yelled, but he couldn't change anything.

As Clark roared, the man, with Clark by the neck, made intimate contact with the cars speeding along the highway!

"boom!"

In an instant, the cars exploded with deafening roars. The moment the people inside touched Clark, they were smashed into a pulp by Clark's body, which was harder than steel. Countless drops of tomato juice stained the road red.

One, two, three...

The man held Clark by the neck as if playing a reaction game, smashing all the cars on the road to pieces.

“Look! Clark, look how weak they are…”

The man's voice kept ringing in Clark's ears, ravaging his nerves.

Why did you do this? Why?

Clark was puzzled. He changed his expression again and again, roaring angrily.

"Clark, you're asking me why I did this?!"

"What a stupid question! Do you remember what you did when you were on the farm and saw an anthill? To prevent those ants from destroying your crops, you would burn the anthill with your heat vision! Clark, how is what I'm doing now any different from what you did back then?"

The man questioned Clark.

"This is different..."

"These are human beings, intelligent beings, and they should not be killed so casually!"

Clark countered, arguing that men were wrong.

"You're saying these Earthlings are different from ants?"

"Then tell me the difference between them? Look at them, they're just as fragile. I don't even need to use any force; they just collapse..."

The man gripped Clark by the back of the neck and kept asking questions.

"I……"

Clark wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to refute the man behind him.

"Survival of the fittest is the law of this planet. The strong rule the weak, and the weak obey the strong. This is the natural order. So, Clark, why do you interfere with the inevitable development of things in the universe?"

"Wake up! Join me in ravaging this world and ruling this planet!"

The man's words kept echoing in Clark's ears.

"I refuse!"

Clark shook his head; his sense of justice prevented him from listening to the man.

"Really?! What a pity..."

"Then it seems I have no choice but to resort to violence, you know that, Clark! I hate violence more than anything!"

As the man spoke, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

The next second, the tall man with a buzz cut landed his heavy fist on Clark's body.

"puff……"

In just a moment, Clark was punched so hard that his skin was torn open and blood flowed from his mouth.

"You don't understand Clark at all! This world is meant to obey our orders!"

As the man spoke, his fists created countless afterimages as he relentlessly pounded on Clark.

"Pfft, puff..."

Clark kept spitting out blood, one mouthful after another. He tried to react, but the man in front of him gave him no chance to fight back. Every time he was about to catch his breath, the man's powerful fist would land on Clark's body.

Clark was then violently beaten for a full thirty minutes...

The man stopped just as Clark was on the verge of death.

"It's a pity, Clark! We could have been like-minded friends, but now, only in the next life!"

As the man spoke, he delivered his final blow to Clark.

"You went too far, Cui Ge!"

Just as the burly man with the buzz cut was about to end Clark's life, a figure blocked Clark's path.

"Jupiter..."

The man who beat Clark for a full half hour was none other than Regent King Turge of the planet Vision.

"Heh, I don't want to fight you, but you'd better keep a close eye on your precious little brother!"

Cui Ge sneered, left behind a harsh remark, and then flew into the sky.

"Clark, are you alright?!"

Jupiter glared at Treger until Treger disappeared, then he helped Clark up from the ground and asked anxiously.

"elder brother……"

Clark's teeth were shattered, and his mouth was full of blood. He looked at Jupiter, who had descended from the sky to save him, with tears in his eyes. He was excited, moved, and helpless at the same time.

"Don't worry, Clark, from today onwards, I will protect you!"

As Jupiter spoke, he flew back to Kent Building with Clark.

After Jupiter brought Clark back, he didn't take him to the hospital. Instead, he threw him directly into a Kryptonian-specific recovery pod and turned the sunlight on to its maximum.

"Forehead……"

Suddenly, Clark, feeling the endless sunlight, let out a groan. He could feel the cells in his body cheering and leaping with joy, constantly absorbing endless energy...

"Well played..."

Jupiter looked at Clark, who was recovering, and connected with Terry, praising him.

"So-so, almost got exposed. I haven't been fighting lately, so my body's gotten a bit lax!"

Cuige shook his head; he was not satisfied with his performance.

"We still need to hone our skills!"

"Whether it's you, Clark, or me!"

Jupiter stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Clark inside the sanatorium, muttering to himself.

Clark's recovery speed is extraordinary...

It even exceeded Clark's own expectations. He didn't expect that his body, which had been beaten so badly that it should have been beyond saving, would recover completely in just three hours with the help of sunlight. Even the wounds on his body were reduced to faint scars.

"Clark, you're recovering well!"

Jupiter looked at Clark, who had fully recovered, and patted him on the shoulder.

"The recovery is indeed quite good, I..."

Clark was about to say something, but he suddenly stopped.

Because he remembered what Terry had told him, he looked at his body, which could easily heal from injuries and was immune to bullets and attacks. Could he really live with Earthlings, those fragile creatures?

"Clark, you need to learn to live in a world made of paper!"

"We are all too powerful for this world. If we exert even a little force, this world will be destroyed. So you must restrain yourself!"

Jupiter looked at Clark and spoke earnestly.

"Brother! Should we really live on this planet?"

Clark looked puzzled and asked Jupiter.

"This isn't a matter of right or wrong; you and I live on this planet right now."

Jupiter smiled after hearing Clark's words and replied.

"..."

In an instant, Clark seemed to be awakened and instantly became clear-headed.

"I see……"

Clark nodded. Instead of going to class that afternoon, he went to the training room and trained all night.

Jupiter said nothing about Clark's actions.