"You!"
Coughing violently, Horry looked at Peter with a shocked expression.
He never imagined that the other party possessed extraordinary power, just like him.
"In a sense, the heart is an excellent target."
Peter looked down at Horry, who was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath, and said, "Especially when your target isn't trained, there are a lot of nerves here. Boxers focus on strengthening this area, training the muscles there to be as hard as armor. But for amateurs, the solar plexus is the most effective target."
As a boxing enthusiast, Peter began to educate the other party on fighting knowledge.
Feeling belittled, Horry endured the pain in his chest and activated Super Speed, charging towards Peter.
Horry's speed, which was like lightning to ordinary people, was as slow as a snail in Peter's eyes.
The abilities granted to him by the Kryptonite radiation 'Mermaid' gave him superhuman capabilities, but facing Peter, who was continuously strengthened by his wristwatch to be almost like Superman, this speed was simply not enough.
Peter blocked his attack, punched him in the jaw, causing him to stiffen, and then swung his left fist.
With a loud boom, Horry flew out like a cannonball.
He crashed through a pillar, ploughed a deep furrow, tumbled, and finally crashed into a factory building.
The wall collapsed with a roar from the impact, and the discarded steel pipes piled up inside the factory scattered, clanging and rolling down, completely burying him.
Just as Peter was worried if he had hit him too hard and killed him, with a "boom," the discarded materials were pushed aside, and Horry, buried underneath, roared and charged fiercely towards Peter.
Horry, with torn clothes and a bruised face, used all his strength to throw a punch at Peter.
"Bang!"
The next second, Peter grabbed the other party's wrist, extended his left hand like a knife, and struck him in the throat.
Horry, who had been full of vigor, immediately knelt on the ground again, gasping for breath.
His face turned crimson, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.
"This is the mastoid process; its function is to protect the trachea. Striking here will cause the target to suffocate or vomit. In combat, the gag reflex will restrict a person's movements, which leads to severe panic for the human body, thereby creating an absolute advantage for the attacker."
Horry, with bloodshot eyes, finally recovered. He tried to suppress the sour feeling in his stomach.
"Why—why the hell do you have to add an explanation?"
"Because I want you to be afraid of me. If you beat a dog to death, he will be afraid of everyone and become as weak as possible."
Peter looked down at Horry and asked him, "Where are Jonathan and Martha?"
"They..."
Before Horry could finish his sentence, Peter punched him in the armpit.
"The armpit is also a place where nerves are concentrated."
"Fuck! What do you want, do you not want me to speak?"
"Just to make an impression, to prevent you from talking nonsense. Alright, tell me, Mr. Horry, where did you hide Martha and Jonathan?"
Feeling terrified and humiliated, Horry finally weakly revealed Martha and Jonathan's location.
"You're the guy who robbed the LexCorp bank and jewelry store before, right?"
After confirming that the Kent couple were temporarily safe, Peter continued to ask the other party.
Based on the other party's superhuman physical abilities, Peter guessed that this old man was the culprit behind the previous string of robberies.
"Yes, that was me."
Horry admitted with a complex expression that he was indeed the culprit behind the previous bank robbery.
"I just wanted those bankers to pay some price. They took my house and left me homeless."
Peter nodded. He wasn't interested in the dirty business between Horry and the bankers. He directly told him, "Now, take me to retrieve the money and jewelry you stole from the bank."
Upon hearing Peter's demand, Horry was instantly stunned.
Shouldn't you be rescuing the Kent couple first?
Horry instantly labeled Peter a "scumbag" in his mind.
Patrick Farm.
Mark had gradually suppressed Clark, putting him at a disadvantage.
"Bang!"
Blocking Clark's punch, Mark angrily said, "I've always been stronger than you, Clark. Dad always said your talent was extraordinary. Now I'm going to prove that your talent will never compare to mine!"
At this moment, Mark had completely lost his temper. He grabbed Clark's fist and heavily threw him to the ground.
Clark's body smashed the floor, creating spiderweb-like cracks, and furniture was sent flying by his impact.
"No, you're wrong, Mark."
Clark endured the pain in his back and stumbled to his feet.
He was now also angered by Mark's beating, his rationality long since thrown into outer space. He roared at Mark, "My talent is extraordinary, because I am the Godfather's son. The Godfather and I are alike; we possess the same abilities."
"What?!"
Mark was instantly stunned by Clark's words.
"Last time, when the Godfather fought the zombies in the auditorium, he displayed Super Strength and Super Defense. We both have that ability."
Clark spoke all the words he had been holding back in his heart.
Seeing Clark about to contend with him for his father and the inheritance of this farm, Mark instantly became anxious.
"Shut up! Clark, you're not! You're Jonathan's son!"
"They are both my fathers!"
"Lies! Liar!"
Mark, his small face flushed, rushed forward and delivered a heavy punch to Clark's chest.
Clark, relying on his tough hide, took a step back while grabbing Mark's shoulder, attempting to throw him off.
Mark held Clark's head and bit his teeth, giving him a headbutt.
"Bang!"
After a dull thud, both of them clutched their heads and stumbled backward.
Mark, feeling dizzy, felt the damned butterflies and bees buzzing in his head again.
He retreated, held onto the stair railing, and clutched his head to clear his mind.
Clark was also not feeling well; the World spun before his eyes, as if it had completely turned upside down.
His ears buzzed, and even Mark's figure became blurry.
"Huff! Huff!"
Mark, breathing heavily, clutched his forehead and suddenly saw the fish tank that hadn't been shattered yet.
Inside the fish tank, small fish glowing with a faint green light swam around.
An idea instantly forming in his mind, he moved to the fish tank as quickly as possible, scooped out a small fish, and flung it towards Clark.
Clark didn't notice Mark's movement, only feeling a green Shadow flash before him.
Then, a feeling of weakness and powerlessness washed over him.
Completely drained of strength, he immediately collapsed to the ground in pain.
Mark looked at Clark, who was lying on the ground, and said, panting, "No, Clark, you are not Dad's son, because Dad is never afraid of it."