"Bang!"
Clark, who was thrown down by Mark with an "Earth Throw," heavily slammed into the ground.
With a loud bang, Clark smashed a deep pit into the ground.
The ground vibrated, and dirt was scattered into the air.
Lying at the bottom of the pit, Clark panted and looked up at the sky.
Although the blow wasn't fatal, it certainly hurt him a lot.
Taking a deep breath, he climbed out of the pit, and as soon as he got up, he saw Jonathan standing not far away.
Jonathan held a large hammer in his hand and looked at him with a serious expression.
"Clark, that's enough!"
"Dad, what are you going to do?"
"I won't let you hurt anyone anymore."
Clark looked at his father with amusement, "So even now, you still want to order me around?"
He walked towards Jonathan as he spoke.
Jonathan, holding the hammer, swallowed hard and nervously took a step back.
Clark stopped, looking at him in surprise, "Are you afraid?"
Shaking his head, he smiled at Jonathan, "Now that I think about it, you and Mom have always been afraid of me."
"No!"
Jonathan said firmly, "Your mother and I love you very much. I don't want to do this, but I have no choice. I must stop you, otherwise you will hurt more people."
"Hurt? I'm just doing what I want. I haven't hurt anyone."
Clark took a step forward and looked at the large hammer in Jonathan's hand.
"Dad, you don't want to do that, do you?"
"I do."
As he spoke, Jonathan was about to smash Clark's hand, intending to directly shatter the Red Kryptonite ring on Clark's finger.
"Thud!"
Clark, possessing Super Speed, simply pushed forward and sent Jonathan flying.
Jonathan slid across the ground, and the hammer in his hand also fell to the ground.
Just then, Star-Lord and Mark had also arrived.
Ignoring the two, Clark walked directly towards Jonathan.
"Dad, I'm very disappointed. I thought you wouldn't lay a hand on me."
Jonathan, clutching his chest, panted and said to him, "You don't know what you're doing, Clark."
"I know. I'm perfectly clear now."
Clark took a deep breath, looking at Jonathan on the ground, "I like this feeling, doing whatever I want, not being ordered around by you. No one can stop me."
"Is that so, Clark?"
A familiar voice suddenly sounded, making Clark's body stiffen.
After a long moment, Clark turned around and forced a smile at Peter, who had suddenly appeared behind him, "Godfather."
Peter glanced at Mark and Star-Lord, who dared not meet his gaze, and then turned his attention to Clark, who wore a fake smile.
The issue with these two brats could be dealt with later; the most important thing now was to handle Clark.
"What do you intend to do to your father?"
Peter asked Clark with a frown.
After this kid turned dark, would he really dare to lay a hand on Jonathan?
"Nothing, Godfather. I just want to tell Dad that I'm not the same as I used to be."
"No matter how you change, you are still Clark Kent."
Peter reached out to him, "Clark, take off the ring now."
Clark looked at the serious-faced Peter, then at the ring in his hand, and hesitated, "Godfather, it... it's very important to me. I don't want to do that."
Peter took a step closer to him, "It's just a ring. It won't change your life in any way."
"It can help me break free from my shackles and become a free person. I can do anything I want, Godfather. You said the people on that Planet were bound by Mongul, so they hated heroes. Humans would always be trapped in shackles no matter what."
"So, with this ring, I can forever escape my shackles and be free."
Peter looked at him, shook his head, "You forgot a very important latter half of that sentence, which is that I hope you become a person of hope, even when bound by shackles, giving hope to yourself and to others."
"The current you, Clark, is not a person who gives hope to himself."
"I…"
Clark experienced a huge internal struggle, his facial expression constantly changing.
He bit his lip and looked at his chest, as if trying to see the letter "S" that his Godfather had drawn there.
Seeing that Clark seemed to be emotionally affected, Peter reached out to take off the ring.
Unexpectedly, Clark grabbed Peter's hand and shook his head at him, "No, Godfather."
"You wouldn't be that kind of person, the kind of person who would lay a hand on your Godfather, would you?"
Peter said to him with a serious tone.
John and Star-Lord, standing nearby, also watched the two nervously.
They were ready to rush over and gang up on Clark if anything went wrong, absolutely not allowing Clark to hurt Dad.
"I'm sorry, Godfather!"
Clark ultimately couldn't resist the temptation of the Red Kryptonite ring and reached out, intending to push Peter forward.
"Bang!"
Peter grabbed Clark's hand, his face instantly clouded with anger.
This brat actually dared to lay a hand on him. It seemed he was asking for a beating.
Filled with rage, his Celestial Power energy condensed in his hand, erupting with a "bang," instantly sending the unprepared Clark flying.
Star-Lord and Mark, who were just about to rush over, stared at Clark flying backward, instantly stunned.
When did Dad become so violent? He sent Clark flying without a word.
A somewhat dazed Clark was standing up, preparing to counterattack, when he saw Peter had already moved in front of him.
And he instantly noticed a green necklace around his Godfather's neck, exactly like Lana's.
How did Lana's necklace get around his Godfather's neck?
Entering an abnormal line of thought, Clark instantly misunderstood, thinking Peter's necklace was Lana's.
In reality, this lead-encased necklace was Peter's own collection.
He had used it before when dealing with the Parasitic Demon.
The moment Peter, wearing the Kryptonite necklace, approached Clark, he felt a wave of weakness and powerlessness, as if all the strength had been drained from his body.
Shamelessly using Kryptonite against Clark, Peter instantly lunged forward.
His fist turned into an afterimage, striking at Clark's face.
The iron fist made a thud, hitting Clark's chin.
"Ugh…!"
Clark groaned in pain, staggering back a few steps.
Clark, his steps faltering, immediately raised his arms to block in front of him as Peter rushed over.
He intended to take this blow and then look for an opportunity to create distance and continue attacking.
However, he still underestimated the power of this blow.
Weakened by Kryptonite, he felt Peter's lightning-fast fists strike his arms like an iron hammer slamming down.
Both of his arms were unbearably sore, and he no longer had the strength to exert himself.
Star-Lord and Mark, watching from afar, didn't know that Peter had already put on the "Anti-Clark Special Attack" necklace. Watching their father brutalize Clark, they couldn't help but exchange glances, seeing the unease in each other's hearts.
When Dad truly got angry, he was really ruthless when beating his sons.
The way Peter dealt with Clark left a Shadow in Star-Lord and Mark's hearts.
And it led them to a unanimous conclusion: no matter what, they must not truly anger Dad.
Look at their father after he went berserk, showing no mercy when dealing with Clark.
On the other side, Jonathan, who was lying on the ground, was also somewhat stunned watching his son get beaten up.
Clark, where did that aura you had when you were dealing with your own father just now go?
Peter, enraged by Clark, didn't waste any more words with him.
His figure closed in on Clark, and his fist came down through the air, aiming directly for his face.
This kid was so annoying; a good beating would fix him.
With a "bang," the fist aimed at his face was parried by Clark's raised hand.
But he immediately felt a force vibrate through his arm; as his arm was slightly pushed back, his body uncontrollably staggered backward.
Immediately after, Peter's arm vibrated, then exerted force, his fist turning into a palm, pressing towards the other party's chest.
With a "bang," Clark was directly pressed to the ground, feeling a wave of pain and exhaustion throughout his body.
He was panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat.
Seeing Peter walk towards him, seemingly still intending to continue beating him, Clark suddenly had other thoughts.
Freedom and shackles, all of it was thrown aside. Now, he just wanted to be the person his Godfather hoped he would be.
Before Peter could make another move, he quickly took off the Red Kryptonite ring.
Peter was about to continue, but he didn't expect Clark to take off the ring himself.
Jonathan, Mark, and Star-Lord were also stunned by Clark's surprising move!
None of them expected him to take off the ring himself.
After all, they had personally experienced Clark's arrogance before.
"Godfather…"
Clark reached out to Peter, the malevolence in his eyes gone.
Peter looked at Clark, who had taken off the ring, paused for a moment, then quickly came over, bent down, and helped him up, "Are you alright, Clark?"
Jonathan, seeing his son take off the ring, also quickly came over and held his hand.
"Dad, I… I'm so sorry."
Clark had sobered up and apologized guiltily to Jonathan, "I didn't mean to. At that time… it was like another person was controlling me. I'm sorry, Dad."
"It's okay, Dad knows that wasn't you."
Jonathan comforted Clark in a low voice.
"And Godfather, I'm sorry, I disappointed you."
"No, Clark, you ultimately overcame yourself, which means there is still hope in your heart."
After comforting the weakened Clark for a few moments, Peter stood up and looked at Mark and Star-Lord.
"I want to know why a plane made an emergency landing in the farmland and destroyed half the farm?"
Facing Peter's chilling question, Mark and Star-Lord instantly dared not breathe loudly.
Especially Mark, who suddenly had an ominous premonition that he was about to get beaten.
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