Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

anger.

It's a wonderful emotion.

It inspires people's courage and makes cowardly people brave to explode. It is a violent beast hidden in the hearts of living things. It only takes a word, an action or even a look to awaken this ferocious beast.

A one-story building at the moment.

There were three people and one corpse standing in this empty hall used to receive guests.

Lex moved towards the emergency exit. Being a smart man, he planned to go to Bizarro with both hands prepared.

No one noticed Lex, and of course, if they did, no one would care.

Gino and Clark looked at each other, and they only had each other in their eyes.

There is certainly no ambiguity in this sentence.

Each other knows each other's strength, and of course they know who is the real opponent.

"Clark."

Jino's hands were hanging naturally, as if he was not nervous about the upcoming battle.

He even had the heart for small talk.

"You think I'm preaching to you, but have you ever thought about it?"

Gino raised his arm and slowly clenched his fist.

The air flowed out between the fingers, making a whining sound because of the speed.

The young man completed what he had not finished before: "I'm just telling the truth."

Gino's words completely angered Clark, and Clark's hands even trembled slightly because of his anger.

"So, you always thought I was a fool, reckless, ignorant, and impulsive, right?"

Jino didn't speak, but glanced around Clark with his eyes, his eyes full of pity, as if he was saying silently: "Yes, that's it."

"Besides, even your decision to beat me up is extremely stupid."

Jino spoke again, pointing to his chest, with a self-deprecating look on his face: "I learned to ride horses from the age of six, and from the age of seven to nine I was taught by Ms. Siwa, the most powerful fighting master in the world."

"I have the best teachers in the world and the most powerful gifts."

"I can even give up freezing sight to fight you."

"The only outcome for you is to lose."

Jino still looked calm and calm.

With the strength of a Kryptonian, why does he need to learn fighting skills?

That's because Geno has never forgotten that in the near future, General Zod will descend on Earth with a group of Kryptonian outlaws.

He has been planning his future since he was very young and has never slacked off.

Because Jino understands that with the same talent, the only thing left to compete is who works harder.

Gino held his chest high and his head high, asking like a graceful medieval nobleman: "So, tell me your choice, Clark."

"call."

Clark lowered his head, his peripheral vision passing over Earl's headless body, and his already angry mood rose again.

Clark roared out his plan: "I'm going to beat you up!"

"Uh-huh!"

With just a slight exertion, Clark's figure flashed like a bolt of lightning and rushed towards Geno.

He raised his right fist and hit Gino hard on the cheek.

However, Gino just tilted his head slightly and dodged Clark's fist.

Just as Jino thought, with the same talent, the only thing that competes is combat experience.

"I got knocked down a hundred times in Ms. Siwa's first class."

You know, my reaction speed was no longer slow at that time, but I was still easily knocked down by that woman.

However, the suffering he suffered at that time gave Keno unparalleled fighting experience.

He could even figure out the opponent's next attack just by looking at the movement of Clark's legs.

Gino easily dodged Clark's fist, and his upper body and legs worked together to move around and avoid Clark's fist.

If you zoom out and slow down, it's like a very unfair boxing match.

It's like a budding rookie shaking his fist at an experienced boxer.

"Huhu."

Clark kept shaking his fist,

At normal speeds, the battle between the two is just two afterimages that are constantly entangled.

Panting heavily,

Clark gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his forehead. Thousands of fist swings made him sweat profusely. His physical fatigue was bearable, but Clark couldn't accept Gino's reaction.

Facing his all-out attack, Gino easily dodged it.

It seems to confirm what Gino said: "You have no chance of winning."

Another fist with strong wind was easily dodged by Gino. Clark broke through the defense and roared: "Can you only dodge?"

After listening to Clark's words, Gino sighed.

Turning his head again to avoid Clark's straight right punch to the cheek, the young man said indifferently: "You asked for this."

Before he finished speaking, Jino no longer avoided, his legs stood on the floor of the hall, and his hands that were originally behind his back suddenly came out.

"Snapped!"

An arm clasped Clark's arm, and then Gino pulled suddenly.

Huge power was transmitted from his arm, and Gino's swift attack even left Clark with no time to think.

Seeing Clark being dragged down by him with a panicked look on his face, Geno unceremoniously raised his right knee.

"Bang!"

A fierce knee strike landed heavily on Clark's tender abdomen.

The severe pain made Clark frown and his whole body bowed like a prawn.

But Geno did not stop his offensive.

The boy raised his elbow and punched Clark on the back again.

"Bang!"

Another swift blow hit Clark's back.

The swift attack was like a skillful combination of skills, making Clark unable to lift his head.

Geno grabbed Clark's arm again and threw him over the shoulder, knocking Clark down neatly.

"Plop!"

Clark, who was still attacking fiercely a second ago, now fell to the floor in a state of disgrace, looking at the ceiling with eyes full of confusion and shame.

Just like what Gino said, he lost.

Whether it's speed, strength, or reaction, Keno far surpasses himself.

Seeing Clark lying on the ground with a weak look on his face, Gino showed no mercy. He raised his fist and punched Clark on the cheek from a high position.

The young man said while beating him: "What do you still want?"

The whistling fist carried heavy power, like a hammer striking Clark's handsome face.

Red blood flowed from Clark's nostrils. He had never had such a miserable day.

"how long?"

Another punch hit, and Clark's eyes were blurred at this moment, and afterimages appeared in everything in front of him.

The eye circles are puffy and the ears are ringing.

He seemed to see three Kenos waving their fists at him.

"To grow!"

Gino's roar rang in Clark's ears.

Clark looked at the raised fist and knew the power contained in it.

One last punch and he will die.

Clark watched as the fist fell, grazing his cheek and shattering the concrete floor next to his ear, leaving a huge punch mark.

"This is for Lex."

Clark heard Gino's voice, and his beautiful face was full of mockery: "You survived, you should be grateful to yourself for saving Lex."

"This thing saved your life."

Ignoring Clark, who was lying on the ground with blood all over his face, Gino rubbed his sore fists and slowly stood up.

The young man walked away with a brisk voice: "We're settled, Clark."