Jonathan's Poisoning!

Eric couldn't believe that he was no match for David's power.

In the midst of the shattered earth, the soft soil was compressed as hard as stone under pressure. David's body surface rippled with purple waves, resembling the light waves on the surface of a star, and his eyes glowed brightly like two small suns. His aura was overwhelming, making him appear godlike as he slowly spoke.

"It's evident that your speed isn't fast enough."

The force from the previous punch compelled him to use his physical strength, but because his body emitted a purple glow, no one could detect any abnormalities in his skin color.

"This kind of power?!"

Falcone and the others climbed to their feet, standing by the window, unable to conceal their shock.

The earth was pressed down several tens of centimeters, and the large hole, several dozen meters wide, seemed as though a missile had struck the ground, all resulting from a simple exchange of punches between the two.

Batman unconsciously clenched his fists, his eyes revealing a hint of awe and a complex expression.

"I don't believe it."

Roaring, Eric burst through the ground and shot forward like a missile, roaring furiously as he swung his fist again.

How could he be stopped here?

On an inconspicuous city on this planet.

"Your attack strategy is as shallow as your teenage brain in rebellion, too easy to see through!"

David effortlessly caught Eric's supersonic fist tearing through the air and assessed the extent of Clark's current abilities, no longer willing to play with Eric, coldly saying.

He raised his other hand, revealing a green kryptonite ring.

"It's the Meteorite. How did you know my weakness?"

Under the radiation, Eric's godlike power, comparable to a battleship, rapidly drained away like water gushing out, causing him to kneel on the ground in pain. He looked up with a terrified expression.

David, who had grabbed his fist, didn't answer his curiosity.

The Black King could enhance his strength, speed, endurance, and all aspects of his body by consuming internal energy. However, under normal circumstances, he could only contend with Colossus, and his speed was only ten times faster than an ordinary person.

"Thinking further, his fragile body can't withstand it. One wrong move, and he'll be torn apart by the energy. But not me."

A powerful body sometimes provides too much confidence.

Even though he currently didn't possess the same level of power as the Black King in his prime, through the enhancement of cosmic energy, his speed had already reached four to five times the speed of sound.

"Still not as fast as Clark, but the gap has narrowed by four to five times. Eric with his powers is no longer so difficult to catch."

Boom!

Eric's eyes rolled back, and he fainted from the punch, his face quickly swelling up like a steamed bun.

With a slap, David vented some of the frustration of being forced to come to Gotham, dragging the unconscious Eric, who was like a dead dog with the ring on and prepared to leave.

After taking a few steps, he remembered something, turned around, raised his finger, and a laser shot through the air.

"Help!"

Gravel scattered from the fifth floor and the spot where Falcone was standing exploded as he screamed, falling down five floors.

Batman quickly fired his grappling hook and caught him to prevent the Gotham mob boss from falling into a mess before being tried and imprisoned.

"You thought I was someone you could manipulate? Old man."

Looking at Falcone's pale face, David left, throwing a sentence at Batman.

"He's yours."

Not forgetting the excitement that the old man had shown when he pointed out Eric's location, David knew he intended to watch the tigers fight from the mountain and use him to get rid of the pressure Eric put on him.

David dragged Eric away, and the mafia hitmen who had been knocked down by the shockwave awkwardly got up from the ground, with varying degrees of injuries.

But no one dared to stop him or get in his way, as they all fearfully made way for him, like they were avoiding a natural disaster, afraid of facing his wrath.

Looking at the back of David taking that person away, Batman had no intention of stopping him, and the main reason is that he was not sure that he could stop him right now.

Although he had a strict principle of not killing to prevent himself from falling into darkness, he rarely took the initiative to interfere with other people's actions.

Moreover, occupying Falcone's bedroom, looking at other people with cruel eyes thinking they were bugs, he didn't think the guy who was taken away would be some good and innocent citizen that usually liked to help old ladies cross the road.

...

It was late at night when Eric was caught yesterday.

He simply decided to stay in Gotham for the night and leave in the morning.

Opening the thick curtains of the hotel room, he found it was another rainy day, as expected.

The raindrops snaked across the window like tear marks, dissipating his early morning good mood.

He lifted the unconscious Eric from the hotel closet.

The problem had been resolved, and David was ready to return to Smallville. Staying in Gotham for too long, he couldn't help but feel that the place had a mysterious power that unconsciously weighed on his heart.

"Although Smallville is remote, it makes people feel at ease and comfortable."

Smallville, full of wheat fields and corn, though remote and far from the bustling city, was where he lived with his parents and Clark.

After transferring Clark's abilities back to him, he could continue staying in the small town and peacefully obtain ability points from Clark.

After breakfast, David was about to make a call to let his parents know he was returning home today.

But suddenly, his phone rang.

"Clark?"

"David, it's not good. Dad collapsed and is unconscious in the hospital." Clark's panicked voice came through the phone.

Last night, his father, Jonathan, came home and said he had rescued someone on the way back and was happy to help. After that, there was nothing unusual. However, in the morning, his mood suddenly changed. Jonathan would cry and laugh at the same time, and then he collapsed while working in the barn, falling into a coma.

"What happened?"

As he was about to return home, he heard bad news related to his family, and David's face changed. His father had always been strong and rarely showed signs of fatigue, even after a day of hard work on the farm.

He instantly thought of Kryptonite. Constant exposure to Kryptonite radiation could cause cancer, like how Luthor was depicted in the comics.

But his Kryptonite was always carefully hidden and shielded with lead lining, and it shouldn't have caused any problems through ceilings and walls.

"What kind of illness does father have?" He hurriedly asked for more information.

"I'm not sure. Dad has been unconscious with a fever, and the hospital can't figure out the cause."

"But do you remember that new student, Kyla?"

Clark's voice sounded worried as he walked through the hospital corridor. He looked at Kyla, who had just returned from investigating and had been in the ward not long ago.

"She heard about Dad's condition and rushed to the house. After investigating the situation, she said Dad was poisoned by something called the Devil's Flower."

"Kyla? Poison?" David's expression turned serious.

Was it an accident, or did someone deliberately poison him?

Kyla, who had been resting for a while, saw Clark on the phone and came over quickly, signaling that she wanted to talk to David.

"David, Kyla wants to talk to you."

Seeing the serious expression on Kyla's face, Clark hesitated before handing the phone over to her.

Though they hadn't interacted much before, he felt that Kyla's concern and worry for his father were genuine, but he didn't know where this concern came from.

"Naman, your father is poisoned by the Devil's Flower."

Stepping aside and avoiding Clark, Kyla quickly explained in a low voice.

"I heard your father collapsed, so I rushed to the hospital. After investigating his condition, I found out that the person he saved yesterday is also in the hospital with a high fever, displaying the same symptoms. I went to the location where the incident occurred and found the Devil's Flower there."

"What's the Devil's Flower?" David didn't care about her title when calling him, his tone was full of anger upon hearing that his father had suffered an inexplicable tragedy.

"The Devil's Flower was first discovered by residents on the outskirts of the town hundreds of years ago. It's a local poisonous flower. Those who smell its fragrance will cry and laugh uncontrollably, experiencing intense emotions as if they're being possessed by the devil. Not long after, they will..."

"What will happen?" His face changed.

"They'll die. That's why the flower is called the Devil's Flower. After the short frenzy, they're summoned away by the devil."

"Can't modern medicine treat it?"

"At that time, all the Devil's Flowers were burned, and this type of plant with harsh planting conditions has been extinct for hundreds of years. The hospital has no way to treat it, and besides... those poisoned by the Devil's Flower generally don't live more than a day."

Kyla looked towards the window where Jonathan lay in the hospital bed, her voice filled with sadness. She had heard some stories in the town before. This father who raised Naman was a person who was praised by everyone.

"One day?"

One day was barely enough time to transfer him to another hospital. Having them research an antidote based on a flower poison that had been extinct for hundreds of years. It was almost impossible.

David's brow furrowed, knowing that no matter how advanced modern medicine was, some primitive plant and animal toxins were still challenging.

"Kyla, I remember you said your tribe is descended from extraterrestrial beings. Is there any way to treat this poison?"

He just didn't trust what Kyla said without questioning.

Hundreds of years ago, there were no Americans in this land; it was all inhabited by indigenous people. He remembered that Kyla was a member of the indigenous tribe.

Could it be that Kyla hadn't given up on that prophecy matter and was trying to gain his trust by coming up with this?

When it came to his parents, David didn't want to rule out any possibility.

"I have no way, Naman," Kyla shook her head, her emotions filled with sorrow. Although her tribe was the descendants of extraterrestrial beings, they hadn't mastered any high-tech methods.

"Give the phone to Clark."

Suppressing his burning anxiety, David said.

"David, did Kyla tell you something? Do you have any way to help?"

Clark urgently asked, grinding his teeth.

"I can't imagine what would happen to our family if something happened to Dad."

His younger brother always seemed to have a way. Now, he just hoped that his younger brother would tell him that he was still hiding other abilities, such as waving his hand and curing a severely ill person.

"Don't worry Clark, Dad's illness is not a problem. You should just focus on comforting Mom."

Taking a deep breath, David said quickly.

"I've found Eric, and I'll be right back."

Hanging up the phone, he looked uncertain.

Although his father was in critical condition, in this world, anything was possible.

'Even methods that can resurrect the dead are plentiful!'

Setting aside the distant possibilities, just regarding Gotham, David could immediately think of two clues to save Jonathan.

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