Chapter 19 Do you also want to be Superman?

Chichi!

On the deserted suburban road, the sound of violent tire friction could be heard far away.

There was a faint smell of burnt rubber, and the old red pickup truck suddenly drifted and turned, trying to avoid the figure rushing from a height.

In mid-air, the figure burst out with incredible strength from its waist, twisted its body forcefully, and tried to grab the roof of the car with its five fingers, but it only missed the edge and missed.

Stab!

After the harsh metal friction sound above my head.

The pickup went off the road, David braked and Clark got out.

The figure who made an act that would be tantamount to suicide for ordinary people did not fall to the point of bleeding and bleeding. He turned around easily and landed steadily like a flexible flea.

"Greek?"

Black leather jacket, blond hair, and a familiar profile. Before the man turned around completely, Clark recognized him and exclaimed: "Why did you attack us!"

Seeing Greg's abnormal skills, he had a bad feeling in his heart and asked.

"I heard something happened to your mother, was it you?"

"She's holding me back, you're next."

Greg turned around slowly, as if he had a plan in mind, like a spider facing its prey that was bound by the web and unable to escape, not in a hurry to attack again, and let out a sneer.

"Are you crazy!"

Clark couldn't believe what he heard, how could a person be so bad, "She is your mother."

"You and I are no longer on the same life level"

Greg, who used to be cowardly and lonely, now seems to be an apex predator standing at the top of the food chain, looking down on other lives from every pore in his body.

"Today, I am not bound by any morals or rules!"

He opened his arms, his heartfelt contempt spread out, and his voice rose.

"I'm ahead of you, ahead of anyone else!"

"You want to be Superman too?"

Looking away from the five clear scratches on the paint on the roof of the car, David heard these words with a cold and mocking voice.

Facing a son of Krypton, a member of the Eternal bloodline, who is said to be ahead of anyone else in terms of life level?

[Wrath from Greg +0.18, +0.17...]

"David, you are looking for death."

Greco was furious at the unceremonious ridicule.

David was unfazed.

This guy provides more emotional points than Jerome, because he is stronger?

"Greek, listen, you need treatment!"

Clark wanted to tell him to calm down, not excluding mental problems. Maybe there was a way to cure the cold and crazy him now and make him become what he was before.

call!

"treat?

It's you who need to be eliminated! "

Greg was as fast as a ghost, leaving an afterimage on the spot. He punched David, and his power roared through the air.

"David, no!"

After being attacked on the way, Clark noticed that David's expression seemed colder than last time, and Clark exclaimed.

Greg thought Clark was worried about his younger brother. Looking at David, who seemed to have not yet reacted, his eyes showed cold blood and ferocity.

"I'll deal with you first."

Bang!

The second before he was about to hit, David stood there, as if facing a flying insect, without blinking.

The next moment, it was like being hit by an ancient battering ram, and the fist struck his chest like lightning.

Bang bang bang.

Greg flew backwards at a faster speed than when he came in, crossed the road in an instant, and fell heavily into the grass more than ten meters away. He rolled over several times before stopping.

"Greek?"

Clark looked hurriedly, fearing that David had killed someone.

Beside the highway, David stood expressionless, his skin stained purple, and lines like earth ravines appeared on his chin, and he was imposing and imposing.

"What bit you?"

Greg climbed up from the ground in embarrassment and looked at David's appearance with surprise in his eyes.

He was bitten by an insect with meteorite powder, and his body evolved after molting. David has purple skin. What animal bit him?

Unexpectedly, no injuries were sustained.

David raised his eyelids and was slightly surprised. It seemed that this Greg had a stronger body and was using less strength.

He looked at a fool and said in a dull tone: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Are these people whose genes have been mutated by kryptonite also damaged their brains?

"You're not strong enough to hurt me."

Greg kicked off the ground, the soil flew up, and his figure came like a cannonball. He struck again with a fist carrying the strong wind. Before his fist fell completely, he could feel the air being compressed by the terrifying force, making him suffocating.

"Did you know that a dung beetle can push something twelve hundred times its own weight?"

There was lust flashing in his eyes, and his face was filled with murderous intent.

"Stop it, Greg, you've lost your mind."

Clark's body flashed, faster than the whizzing space shuttle, and he stood in the way, trying to block the attack for his brother.

But Greg's power is stronger than he imagined.

Bang!

The fist hit him hard on the face, and Clark was sent flying dozens of meters like a meteor.

David glanced at the son of Krypton who was beaten out, knowing that he was deflated again because he kept his hand.

"I'm afraid that the opponent will hit the steel wall and be seriously injured like an ordinary person. As a result, as a god on earth, he will often be beaten away."

Without stopping, Greg was coming with a fierce force. If he raised his fist again, it would be like a boulder falling down, smashing David's head like a watermelon.

Bang!

David turned his head and seemed to slowly raise his palm to catch his fist firmly.

The violent force was like a small wave that met the majestic and immovable cliff, and came to an abrupt end in an instant.

call!

The white air waves stirred up dust on the road and spread it away. The road paved with hard asphalt collapsed, creating a deep pit several meters in diameter. The gravel flew out like bullets.

At the edge of the road, Clark, who had just come back, had to reach out to cover his eyes.

"Dung beetles?" David said, "Sorry, I'm not interested in bugs!"

As he spoke, he pressed hard with his hands, like a hydraulic press with a power of several hundred tons.

"Ahhh!"

With the crisp sound of bone cracking, Greg's palm was crushed. He screamed miserably and fell to his knees.

The broken bones pierced the skin and flesh, and a warmth flowed out of the palm.

David let him go casually and looked at his bloody palm, which was red with greenish color and slightly sticky.

"Did you get bitten by a bug and mutate?"

Thinking back to what Greg said before, he frowned and felt a little nauseous.

"Go to hell!"

Greg's finger bones were shattered and bent at an abnormal angle. The ferocity in his genetic instinct was aroused, and he punched David with his other hand, but missed.

Uh-huh!

Not surprisingly, David flashed and came behind him.

Far beyond the reaction of ordinary people, Greg burst out with astonishing speed, raised a strong wind with his fist, and punched back again, his speed was almost close to David.

Bang!

"It's quite fast."

David grabbed his arm, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and broke his other intact arm as effortlessly as breaking a corn stalk with a wave of his hand.

"But that's right. If the annoying bugs are not flexible, how can they survive?"

"Ah, my arm!"

Both arms were crippled, and Greg fell to the ground in pain, his face distorted.

"No...impossible, why did you break my hand so easily."

After he woke up, he had obviously tested his abilities, just like some beetles with extremely hard exoskeletons. His bones were as hard as steel, but in David's hands, they were as brittle as a thin stick.

"You should know what the consequences are for those bugs that provoke humans by overestimating their abilities!"

Not interested in answering his question, David said and was about to take action again.

With a flash in front of his eyes, Clark quickly stepped forward, quickly stood in front of Greg, and stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Don't kill him."