American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

"Ahem."

Clark coughed and stood up, clutching his chest.

His super defense left him almost unscathed, except that his chest felt a little tight.

But Azu's move also made his anger surge out.

Clark jumped out of the barn and rushed towards Azu.

"Bang!"

Azu was hit hard by Clark on the right side of his face. He was hit like a top and spun around in the air several times before flying out and hitting the ground heavily.

Mud water burst into the air, and a dull crashing sound was heard.

Azu, who was a little stunned by the beating, looked at the gasping Clark with shocked eyes.

Is this still the Clark who never fights back in a fight and has to rely on his own help?

"Liar! Liar! So you know how to fight all the time, Clark!"

Feeling cheated, Azu stood up from the ground with clenched fists and glared at the other party.

"I'm not a liar."

Clark panted slightly and wiped the rain off his head, "I just control myself, what the godfather said is the ability to control yourself."

"That's—lying!"

Angry Azu, his eyes glowed red.

"Zi!"

The red laser that tore through the air rushed in front of Clark in just an instant.

Seeing this, Clark immediately dodged, but was still hit by the impact on his shoulder, rolling and crashing into the living room.

With his deflected heat vision, he rushed out of the living room unabated and rushed towards the wall of the warehouse behind him.

With the sound of "Ding Ding Ding", the dining tables and sofas in the living room were instantly shocked.

Clark rolled into the living room and hit his back on the TV cabinet, shattering it.

Broken pieces of furniture and electrical materials fell to the ground, and the originally tidy and clean living room instantly became a mess.

"Boom!"

Azu jumped into the living room, and before he could find Clark, he felt a flow of air.

At this time, Clark was also angered and hit Azu with his fist.

Azu tried to reach out to block him, but the next second his body was smashed out uncontrollably.

With a "bang" sound, Azu was deeply shaken into the wooden stairs by this punch, shattering the stairs into pieces.

Azu endured the pain and quickly turned over.

Although this was their first fight, he and Clark had watched many boxing programs with their father before and knew how to attack the enemy effectively.

Azu quickly moved in front of Clark, and struck the opponent's chin with a fast and heavy fist.

Clark subconsciously raised his arms to block.

"Bang!"

The air exploded, and the sound of flesh colliding with each other shattered the glass in the room.

Although Clark blocked the fist with his arm, he was still beaten to the ground. While the floor was cracked, he immediately stood up unscathed and rushed towards the opponent.

Azu, whose eyes were red, blocked the opponent, and after a struggle, their fingers were clasped together.

Since Azu develops faster than Clark, he has a slight upper hand in conventional strength.

"You can't beat me, Clark, I've always been stronger than you!"

Azu gasped and spoke while suppressing the other party with force.

"No, you are not!"

Clark gritted his teeth and used all his strength to grab Azu's arm and jump up.

With the blessing of super jumping power, Clark grabbed Azu's arm and jumped to the second floor.

A big hole was made in the floor of the corridor by the two of them. Clark suddenly burst out and threw Azu out like a sack.

"Bang!"

The floor was smashed and cracked.

Azu fell on the floor covered with spider web cracks, feeling a burning pain in his back.

In fact, the pain in my back is secondary, mainly a mental blow.

The shame of being slapped in the face right after he said something big made his face turn red and hot.

In the abandoned factory, Peter didn't know it yet, but before he started, his two sons were already fighting.

And the two naughty kids are about to demolish his house.

He took a step closer to Horry and asked: "Who are you? As far as I know, there should be no black people like you in Smallville Town."

"Who knows? Maybe - I was not the person who was supposed to exist in this era."

Horry jumped down from the high platform and said in an unhurried tone: "It was fate that brought me back here to take revenge on this era."

"destiny?"

Peter frowned and looked at him, "What fate?"

Could this black man be like Father Norma and know some kind of black magic?

"There are many explanations of fate, Mr. Padrick. The explanation I think is: everything a person will experience in his life is determined. God has already arranged our destiny. Even the relationship between you and me now The conversation is scheduled and no one can change it.”

He said in a low tone: "Just like when I accidentally passed by the Smallville River and fell in, I was bitten by a group of green fish. I originally thought I would be buried in the belly of the fish, but I didn't expect that I could regain my youth. ”

Peter listened to his words quietly, and when he heard the other party talking about "restoring youth", his eyes became more solemn.

Horry paused for a moment and said to Peter: "Clark and John were also chosen by fate. They are just like me. I know. I have seen Clark's reaction to that green meteorite."

Before he could finish speaking, Peter interrupted him.

"You're Old Horry, right? The guard at Smallville Elementary School."

He had already guessed this guy's identity.

The only person who experienced the school bus incident and witnessed Clark being weakened by kryptonite, besides Martha McConaughey, was Old Horry.

Martha couldn't turn into a black person to play a boring dress-up game with him, so it could only be Old Horry.

Although Old Horry couldn't be as young as the black man in front of him, combined with the "rejuvenation" this guy said, the matter was absurd, but not impossible.

Hearing Peter reveal his identity, Old Horry was stunned for a moment, and then looked at him with complicated eyes, "Well, I am Old Horry, and I didn't intend to hide it. After all, you are all going to die here, but why are you not afraid at all?"

"Okay, Mr. Old Horry."

Peter sighed and said to him, "Since you are so frank, I will tell you two secrets."

"First, I hate black people!"

Then Peter teleported to the other person like lightning in Old Horry's angry eyes of "How dare you discriminate against black people".

With a "bang", Peter's fist hit Old Horry's heart.

The air in Old Holly's lungs seemed to be sucked out all at once.

Feeling a sharp pain, he wanted to bend down and breathe, but he couldn't do it at all, so he had to cough violently.

It was as if there was an animal hidden in his chest, and he was trying to expel it.

"The second secret is that I am not a normal person either."

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