It turns out that I am the most stubborn one

"Ugh..."

Clark opened his eyes.

Surrounded by the dust-covered ruins, his entire body was in unbearable pain.

Looking down, he found his lower body buried in the rubble, with only his head and shoulders exposed.

What used to be the most luxurious hall of the Luthor Mansion had now become a pile of debris, quietly lying next to him.

"What... just happened?"

Clark shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

He had been fighting the "Owlmen" when a crazed security guard tackled him to the ground, followed by an explosion right next to him.

Then several more rocket-propelled grenades hit the hall, reducing it to ruins.

Who did this?

The police?

No...!

It couldn't have been the police.

He had never heard of police using rocket launchers to deal with criminals.

Lex's men?

That didn't seem likely either. Lex wasn't the type to do something this insane.

"Whoosh"

Letting out a strong breath, Clark set aside his questions for the moment and focused on getting up.

But as soon as he tried to move, he realized something was wrong.

His entire body was weak, completely devoid of strength, just like when he was under the influence of green kryptonite.

"How could this be? Is there kryptonite here?"

Clark was shocked, and anxiety and fear quickly filled his heart.

He saw the "Owlmen" standing over several bodies (mercenaries) outside the Luthor Mansion, walking towards him.

In his weakened state, if they found him, the consequences would be dire.

Summoning all his strength, he tried to lift the rocks pinning him down, hoping to free himself from the rubble.

But after the barrage of rocket attacks, and with the influence of the kryptonite, he was too weak to move any of the debris.

As Clark was desperately trying to save himself, the Owlmen had already reached him.

The killers, holding their claws, had their faces hidden behind owl masks, showing no expressions, only emitting a murderous aura almost palpable.

Raising their weapons, they stabbed towards Clark without hesitation.

At this moment, Clark felt completely hopeless.

"Zap!"

Suddenly!

A beam of red light pierced through the air, like a meteor, directly hitting the clawed weapon in the Owlman's hand, melting it instantly.

"?"

The Owlman, holding the melted weapon, hadn't yet comprehended what had happened when, in the next second, the red beam of energy pierced his heart, killing him instantly.

In the darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared in the sight of the Owlmen.

Like a raptor in the night, watching them, sending chills down their spines.

"Eric!"

Seeing the figure emerging in the darkness, Clark was shocked.

He never expected Eric to show up here.

After all, he had said such harsh words to him earlier, creating a deep rift between them.

Based on what he knew about Eric, even if Eric knew what was happening here, he certainly wouldn't care.

Now, seeing him appear when he was in danger, Clark suddenly felt he didn't understand his brother at all.

It turned out that the one filled with prejudice and stubbornness was himself!

He had criticized Eric for never opening up to him, for not being straightforward, but hadn't he also imposed his own ways on Eric unfairly?

At this moment, Clark's emotions were a tangled mess inside.

Eric, standing in the pitch-black night, had no idea about Clark's inner turmoil.

With the plan already at its final stage, it was naturally his turn to act.

"Zap!"

A heat vision beam struck the second Owlman, splitting him in two.

Blood spurted out instantly.

Such brutal and bloody methods sent chills even through the battle-hardened Owlmen.

"This guy... he's the Homelander!"

Hidden in the darkness, exuding a sinister and powerful aura, with eyes glowing a menacing orange-red—these traits matched exactly those of the Homelander, the Council's enemy.

Having confirmed the presence of the Homelander, the Owlmen quickly dispersed and charged at Eric.

"Zap!"

The heat vision beam first hit the leading assassin, piercing his chest and sending him flying.

Boom!

With another punch, Eric sent an airborne Owlman, who had been trying to slash him, flying into the sky, then stood still, raising his arm to block another attacking Owlman, delivering a straight punch that sent him crashing into the rubble with a deafening explosion.

Whoosh!

An assassin, using a rope to control a clawed blade, took advantage of Eric's punch to bind his arm.

But before he could exert any force, Eric pulled the rope, bringing the assassin close, grabbed his neck with his right hand, and stared into his eyes with his crimson gaze.

A loud crash followed, and the remaining Owlmen, seeing Eric's right hand being "controlled," seized the opportunity to rush at him, trying to restrain his arms and legs.

"Crack!"

Without hesitation, Eric broke the neck of the assassin in his right hand, then swung his arms and legs.

With a loud air-shattering sound, an invisible wave radiated outwards.

The Owlmen holding onto him were instantly thrown off.

With a deafening crash, the Owlmen were hurled into the mansion's ruins.

Then, accompanied by the searing heat vision, their bodies were pierced the moment they hit the ground.

The Council's "Talons," death gods who easily took lives, were thus slaughtered by Eric in a short time.

Clark, with his mouth agape, watched Eric's bloody display until Eric stood before him, bringing him back to reality.

"You don't look so good, Clark."

Eric looked at Clark, half-buried in the rubble. "The buildings in the Luthor Mansion contain kryptonite. I imagine being crushed by those things isn't pleasant."

Clark instantly understood why he was so weak.

"But... Eric, why aren't you affected by the kryptonite?"

Clark wondered why Eric was unaffected.

"If the kryptonite didn't affect me, I would have dealt with those Owlmen instantly."

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