In a short time, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to figure out the meaning of that string of characters.
So, Karl stopped wasting time pondering, thinking that he would eventually come across ancient languages in the future.
He turned to the panel, trying to add points to the bio-force field, because Superman's most abnormal superpower was this one.
As a result, he found that no matter how much he clicked the plus sign behind the bio-force field, the panel did not react at all.
He helplessly tried to click on Steel Body, Heat Vision, Freeze Breath, and other defensive or offensive abilities, but none of them could be upgraded... Before long, Karl's face grew darker and darker, and then he suddenly remembered something.
That was the chronological order in which Superman's various superpowers appeared.
Realizing this, he immediately tried to add points to Super Strength, and this time, adding points was unexpectedly smooth.
[Super Strength Lv.0] → [Super Strength Lv.1]
As he finished adding points, he felt as if something within him had been activated, as if ignited by a flame.
An unfamiliar power surged within him, and the sunlight, vaguely shining through the tree canopy onto him, felt warmer, and he craved more sunlight.
Karl looked at the Drowning Undead, who could no longer hold back and were closing in with ill intent.
He supported himself on the ground with a cold smile, exerting force to try and stand up.
At this moment, the ground supporting his right hand suddenly sank slightly.
Karl noticed the anomaly, turned his head to look, and found that the supported ground had already sunk two or three centimeters, leaving a clear palm print with visible lines.
A hint of surprise appeared on his face as he lifted his muddy hand to examine it.
One must know that it hadn't rained recently, so the soil was generally hard.
Even an adult male standing on it, jumping and stomping with force, might not cause it to indent, yet he had merely pressed down casually and it had sunk.
It seemed his strength had increased too quickly, causing him to be unable to control it precisely, thus affecting the environment.
The Drowning Undead's deep gaze locked onto Karl. It suddenly let out a sharp shriek, which was clearly a signal to attack.
The surrounding water ghosts responded, roaring and pouncing from all directions, their sharp claws tearing through the air and bringing a fishy wind.
Their movements might seem as fast as lightning to ordinary people.
However, in Karl's eyes at this moment, they were pitifully slow.
After he stood up, he did not retreat, nor did he even move his feet; he merely watched them with a playful demeanor.
When the first water ghost's sharp claw barely touched his shoulder, Karl finally moved.
But he did not choose to dodge; his left hand, moving like a blurry afterimage, struck first and accurately gripped the water ghost's wrist.
"Crack!" A bone-chilling sound of bones shattering exploded, like crushing a handful of dry twigs.
The water ghost's wrist bone, along with its forearm bone, was instantly crushed into twisted flesh and shattered bone by Karl.
Seeing this, Karl's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes; he was astonished by his own strength.
He quickly estimated in his mind that he was currently using about thirty percent of his strength, not even his full power. What if he used his full power?
With this thought, Karl attacked the water ghost again.
"Gah...!!" At this moment, the water ghost's agonizing shriek had just escaped its throat.
Karl's right fist, accompanied by a dull whooshing sound, slammed into its chest.
This time, his punch was not like a strike, but more like the impact of a battering ram.
"Pfft—bang!"
In an instant, the water ghost's relatively tough body collapsed inward like a punctured waterskin.
Then, its entire chest cavity, along with its spine, was completely pierced and torn apart by an irresistible force!
Flesh, fragments of internal organs, and shattered bone splinters sprayed violently backward in a radial pattern.
They drenched the two water ghosts closely following behind, and also splattered onto the nearby tree trunks and ferns.
The water ghost in front of Karl had its upper body almost completely gone, leaving only its broken lower limbs twitching weakly as it fell.
In an instant, the smell of blood at the scene intensified by several times.
Water ghosts are not highly intelligent and do not possess many emotions, but at this moment, they suddenly felt fear.
This incredibly terrifying scene caused the movements of the other pouncing water ghosts to freeze for an extremely brief moment, and even their instinctive fear overrode the Drowning Undead's commands to them.
However, Karl would not give them time to think.
He had been chased by a group of water ghosts earlier, and he wouldn't forget that so quickly.
He bent down and picked up the mangled corpse on the ground, which was almost blown in half, then swung his left arm forcefully.
The mangled corpse, carrying immense force, smashed horizontally like a giant flail of flesh and blood.
"Bang! Bang!" Two dull thuds sounded almost simultaneously.
The two water ghosts on the left were squarely hit by this terrifying "water ghost cannonball."
Their already fragile bones emitted a dense cracking sound the moment of impact, and their bodies twisted and deformed as if struck by a swiftly running packhorse.
They shrieked as they were sent flying, crashing heavily into a thick tree trunk with a heart-stopping crunch of bones.
Then, their bodies slid softly to the ground, not making a single sound.
Judging by the situation, they were most likely not going to survive.
At the same time, the moment the two water ghosts were sent flying, Karl's figure charged forward through the blood rain.
He ignored the claws scratching at his flanks; after being blunted by his leather armor and clothes, those claws couldn't even scratch his skin.
After realizing that ordinary water ghosts posed little threat to him, Karl sneered, quickened his pace, and aimed directly for the Drowning Undead behind the water ghosts.
Although the Drowning Undead's intelligence was much higher than that of ordinary water ghosts, almost the difference between a toddler and a teenager.
But at this moment, with its intelligence, it couldn't understand why the prey that had previously shown cowardice, dared not face the enemy, and fled, having no power to resist in front of it.
After only a few seconds, it was now displaying an overwhelming dominance over its companions.
But there was clearly no time for it to think, as it felt an unprecedented threat.
So, it let out a roar mixed with anger and fear, no longer driving the other water ghosts, but personally confronting him.
However, its roar now sounded more like a helpless groan before defeat in Karl's ears.
"What are you barking about?! If you can still bark later, I'll write my name backward!"
The Drowning Undead's disproportionately thick right arm muscles bulged, carrying a force far exceeding that of its peers, and with a whistling wind, it clawed fiercely at Karl's face!
If this strike had landed, an ordinary person's entire face would have been torn off by the Drowning Undead.
Facing this face-tearing blow, Karl didn't even intend to block with his dagger.