Meanwhile, at Patrick Farm.
"No, Star-Lord, my mouth tells me it doesn't want to close."
Clark, who had fallen to the ground, stood up and spoke casually.
"I'm going to fry you into french fries, Clark!"
Seeing that the other party still had this attitude after taking a punch from him, Star-Lord gritted his teeth.
The White light in his eyes grew thicker, gradually pulling out White fiery arcs that swayed at the corners of his eyes.
After getting up, Clark took a deep breath, and without any warning, grabbed the speaker from the nearby table and hurled it at Star-Lord.
With a "clang," Star-Lord, caught off guard, was directly smashed into the wall of the Barn.
The immense force shattered the speaker into pieces, scattering them everywhere.
"You shouldn't have provoked me, Star-Lord."
"Thud!"
Clark's figure flashed, landing heavily beside Star-Lord, who was knocked to the ground, "Because I'm the only one who doesn't discriminate against you."
As he spoke, Clark looked down at Star-Lord, who was sprawled on the ground, "Sorry, I broke your Walkman. Maybe next time I can buy you the latest one, but I don't want to listen to those idiotic songs anymore."
He picked up the broken Walkman, shook his head with some regret, and casually tossed it aside.
Seeing Clark throw away his Walkman like trash, Star-Lord endured the pain throughout his body, suddenly stood up, and swung a punch at Clark.
Facing Star-Lord's attack, Clark easily caught it with one hand.
"Creak, creak~."
Clark's grip tightened, and he said, "You're not like Godfather at all. At least when I was three, I had more strength than you, though I wasn't as fat as you."
"Ahhh!" The sharp pain from his hand made Star-Lord cry out involuntarily.
Seeing this, Clark snorted lightly, and with a casual flick of his right hand, which was gripping Star-Lord's fist, the latter was instantly shot out like a bullet.
With a "boom," Star-Lord's body crashed through the Barn wall as if it were a block of tofu, creating a large hole!
After dealing with Star-Lord, Clark looked at Mark, who was nearby.
"What? Do you want to fight me too, John?"
Before Clark could finish his provocative words, he was shot flying by Mark's "0-frame" Heat Vision.
Mark's eyes glowed with dazzling Red light, dyeing the entire Barn Red, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly due to intense anger.
With a "bang," Mark, like a cannonball, rushed towards Clark before he could land, and wrapped his arms around his waist!
Moving at high speed, the two crashed forward along the ground, creating a second large hole in the Barn, and then plowing a central part through dozens of meters of fertile land along the way.
Under the effect of Mark's flying ability, the two maintained a high-speed movement state.
"Bang!"
Mark, grabbing Clark's collar, furiously landed a punch on his face.
"How dare you use Dad's credit card!"
While roaring, Mark delivered another punch, the Red light in his eyes becoming even more crimson!
"How dare you say I'm not Dad's son!"
Another punch landed heavily on the side of Clark's face, making a "bang" sound.
The lasers from Mark's eyes instantly burst forth, striking fiercely on Clark's forehead!
Feeling the burning pain on his forehead like Fire, Clark used all his strength to pry open Mark's hand that was gripping his collar.
Although he successfully broke free, unable to fly, he was thrown like a ball into the living room due to the powerful kinetic energy.
The living room rippled like Water, furniture was instantly pulverized, and acrid smoke quickly filled the air.
Mark continued to attack Clark in the living room.
Clark, lying on the ground, held his hands up to his chest, easily blocking Mark's punches one after another.
After putting on the Red Kryptonite ring, Clark felt his strength had greatly increased.
Not only was his mental perception much stronger than before, but his physical reaction speed, speed, and strength were all powers he had never experienced before.
Feeling the increasingly powerful strength in his body, Clark broke free with his arms, forcefully pushed Mark away, and quickly stood up.
Then, with lightning speed, he rushed over, grabbed Mark's clothes, and with a "bang," slammed him to the ground!
The polished floor instantly shattered into pieces, and smoke diffused everywhere.
Mark, lying on the ground, felt a bone-chilling pain in his back.
"Don't you understand yet? This is my power after breaking free from my shackles, John. Unbound by anything, free and unrestrained, my power will be completely unleashed."
Clark mistakenly believed the power amplified by the Red Kryptonite was the power after breaking free from his shackles.
"Godfather taught me to release my shackles, and I will become his pride."
"No, you're not!"
Mark clutched his shoulder and staggered to his feet, "Clark, you treacherous fellow, you've finally revealed yourself! You traitor, you want everything!"
"Traitor? I'm no traitor, I'm just being myself. On the contrary, John, don't hide your little schemes. You'll never become the master of the Farm."
Clark said to him in an annoying tone, "You live in fear, you are always afraid of losing something, you will treat everyone around you as your opponent, you hate everyone except yourself, I, Star-Lord, are all people you hate."
"Because you can never bear the thought of father being disappointed in you, you want father's approval and love, but the more you care about something, the more you will lose it, because no one will like a child who never grows up, John, you are a child who can never grow up."
"Shut the damn—mouth! I'm not!"
Clark continued his venomous remarks, "You are, John, begging for approval, begging for love, begging for Dad, crying, you are the child who never grows up."
"Sizzle!"
Mark shot Heat Vision at Clark, forcing him back, and then moved quickly to attack.
Clark parried Mark's punch, and the two wrestled for strength.
Unlike last time when Mark had the upper hand, this time Clark had the advantage in strength, and Mark was gradually being pushed down.
Clark continued to mock, "I can help Godfather, I can become the kind of person Godfather expects me to be."
Mark gritted his teeth, looking at Clark, and said bitterly, "I am the eldest son of this family, you will always be an outsider, Dad will always love me!"
"Well, congratulations. I mean, this persistence in wanting to be liked by Dad is actually a bit pathetic, but—"
Looking at Mark, who seemed about to explode with anger in the next second, Clark shrugged and made a mocking gesture, "~Yeah!"
Being openly mocked by Clark, Mark immediately turned Red, and the lasers in his eyes suddenly shot out.
Clark, who was already prepared, immediately dodged to the side.
"Sizzle!"
The Heat Vision struck the television, instantly causing it to explode.
A deafening "boom" sounded, and Mark, gritting his back teeth, rushed over and swung a fierce punch.
Clark blocked Mark's fist with his left arm, then freed his right hand, and used his faster speed to attack Mark's heart.
Mark took a step back and unleashed another straight punch.
The two became entangled, and Clark's superhuman speed, enhanced by the Red Kryptonite, came into play, landing a blow on Mark's chest.
Enduring the pain, Mark elbowed Clark's shoulder, but was instead hit by the other party and sent flying backward.
"Boom!"
Mark was hit squarely in the chest, and his entire body was sent flying horizontally.
After crashing through a Barn wall, he continued to hurtle forward.
Clark pressed his advantage, caught up to Mark, grabbed his clothes, and brought his powerful legs together, kicking him fiercely in the abdomen, sending him flying even further.
"Boom!"
He crashed into the ground like a meteorite, forming a huge crater.
Debris and dirt scattered into the sky, as if a mudslide had just occurred.
Clark landed near Mark, who was on the ground, and looked down at him.
"I told you long ago, Mark, I am now a person who has broken free from my shackles. I can become the strongest and richest person, like Mongo described in Godfather, John, you cannot stop me, never."
Mark gasped slightly, looking up at Clark's arrogant face, "Dad…Dad won't let you off! And I won't let you succeed!"
"I'll say you caused this."
Shameless Clark declared he would pin the blame for the Farm's destruction on Mark.
"My ambitions won't be confined to such a small Farm. My goals are much higher than yours."
Clark glanced at the Farm, and suddenly felt a burning sensation, a buildup of heat in his eyes.
Rubbing his eyes, he opened his uncomfortable eyes.
His vision was blood-Red, as if everything in front of him was burning.
He let out a muffled groan, and the scorching heat instantly burst from his eyes the next second.
To Mark's shocked gaze, Heat Vision suddenly shot out from Clark's eyes.
The Heat Vision, carrying intense heat, slammed into the crops outside the Farm.
Flames were born from his Heat Vision, then rolled towards the crops.
Mark watched the burning Farm, his eyes instantly turning blood-Red.
"Ahhh!"
Completely enraged and out of control by Clark, Mark flew towards Clark with a "whoosh," grabbing his clothes and flying into the sky.
"Bang!"
A sonic boom erupted, vibrating the surrounding air, as Mark grabbed Clark and flew rapidly into the sky.
"Buzz!"
At an altitude of ten thousand meters, a passenger plane was passing over Smallville.
The fast-moving plane left a contrail in the sky.
The next second, the contrail was directly dispersed by Mark, who was holding Clark.
The enraged Mark grabbed Clark's head and slammed him towards the plane.
Meanwhile, inside the plane, a boy near the window was idly looking at the clouds outside, passing the time on this boring journey.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly saw a figure flash past the outside of the plane with a "whoosh."
Startled, he quickly tugged at his father's clothes, "Dad, Dad, look, there's someone outside."
His father, who was absentmindedly flipping through a newspaper, glanced outside from the corner of his eye, and what he saw made him speechless.
In his shocked vision, Mark was pressing Clark's head and charging towards the plane.
Although he couldn't tell if it was human, even if it wasn't, a collision would cause the plane to crash and kill everyone on board.
"Oh! My God! No! No! Get out of here, get out of here!"
He cried out in panic, pulling his son and trying to retreat.
Passengers who witnessed this scene screamed in terror, and the plane immediately descended into chaos,