American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 40: Demolition in Progress

"Cough cough."

Clark stood up, coughing and holding his chest.

His super strong defense made him almost unharmed, except for a slight stuffiness in his chest.

But A-Zu's actions also made his anger burst out.

Clark jumped out of the barn and rushed towards Azu.

"Oh!"

A Zu was hit on the right face by Clark's heavy punch. He was spun in the air like a top for several times, and then flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

Mud and water burst into the air, and a dull crashing sound was heard.

A-Zu, who was a little dazed after being beaten, looked at the gasping Clark in shock.

Is this still the same Clark who never fought back in a fight and had to rely on himself for help?
"Liar! Liar! So you've always been good at fighting, Clark!"

Feeling cheated, A-Zu clenched his fists, stood up from the ground and glared at the other person.

"I'm not a liar."

Clark panted slightly and wiped the rain off his head, "I just control myself, the ability to control yourself that the Godfather said."

"That's - lying!"

An angry A-Zu's eyes glowed with a fiery red light.

"Zi!"

The red laser that tore through the air rushed in front of Clark in just a moment.

Seeing this, Clark dodged immediately, but was still hit on the shoulder and rolled into the living room.

The deflected thermal vision rushed out of the living room with undiminished momentum and rushed towards the wall of the warehouse behind.

Accompanied by the sounds of "ding ding bang bang", the dining table and sofa in the living room were instantly shattered into pieces.

Clark rolled into the living room and hit his back on the TV cabinet, smashing it to pieces.

Broken pieces of furniture and electrical appliances fell to the ground, and the originally tidy and clean living room instantly became a mess.

"Boom!"

Azu jumped into the living room, and before he found Clark, he felt a flow of air.

Clark was also furious at this time and punched A-Zu hard.

A-Zu tried to block it with his hand, but the next second his body was thrown out uncontrollably.

With a "bang", A-Zu was knocked deeply into the wooden stairs by the punch, smashing them to pieces.

A-Zu endured the pain and quickly turned over and stood up.

Although it was his first fight, he and Clark had watched many boxing shows with their father before and knew how to attack the enemy effectively.

Azu quickly moved in front of Clark and punched him in the chin quickly and hard.

Clark subconsciously raised his arms to block.

"Oh!"

The air cracked, and the sound of flesh colliding shattered the glass in the room.

Although Clark blocked the fist with his arm, he was still knocked to the ground, causing cracks in the floor. He immediately stood up unharmed and pounced on the opponent.

With red eyes, A-Zu blocked the other person, and after a struggle, their fingers were clasped together.

Since A-Zu develops faster than Clark, he has a slight advantage in conventional strength.

"You can't beat me, Clark. I've always been stronger than you!"

A-Zu spoke while panting as he pressed the other person down with all his strength.

"No, you're not!" Clark gritted his teeth, used all his strength, grabbed A'zu's arm and jumped up.

With the power of super jumping, Clark grabbed A Zu's arm and jumped to the second floor.

A big hole was knocked out in the corridor floor by the two men. Clark suddenly exploded and threw A-Zu out like a sack.

"Oh!"

The floor was cracked inch by inch.

A-Zu fell on the floor covered with spider web cracks, feeling a burning pain in his back.

In fact, the pain in the back is secondary; the main issue is the mental blow.

The feeling of shame at being slapped in the face just after he boasted made his face flush red and hot.

In the abandoned factory, Peter didn't know at this time that his two sons had already started fighting before he even started.

And the two naughty kids are about to tear down his house.

He took a step closer to Horry and asked, "Who are you? As far as I know, there should be no black people like you in Smallville."

"Who knows? Maybe - I'm not supposed to exist in this era."

Horry jumped down from the platform and said in a leisurely tone: "It is fate that makes me come back here to take revenge on this era."

"destiny?"

Peter frowned at him, "What fate?"

Could it be that this black man knows some kind of black magic like Father Norma?

"There are many explanations for fate, Mr. Padrick. I think the explanation is that what a person will experience in his life is predetermined. God has already arranged our fate. Even the conversation between you and me right now is arranged. No one can change it."

He said in a low voice: "Just like when I accidentally passed by the Smallwell River and fell into the river, I was bitten by a group of green fish. I thought I would be eaten by the fish, but I didn't expect that I could regain my youth."

Peter listened to him quietly, and when he heard the other party mention "restoring youth", his eyes became more serious.

Horry paused for a moment and said to Peter: "Clark and John were also chosen by fate. They are just like me. I know. I have seen Clark's reaction to the green meteorite."

Before he could finish, Peter interrupted him.

"You're old Horry, aren't you? The guard at Smallwell Elementary."

He had already guessed this guy's identity.

The only person who had experienced both the school bus incident and witnessed Clark being weakened by kryptonite, besides Martha McConaughey, was old Holly.

Martha couldn't turn into a black person and play boring dress-up games with him, so it could only be old Holly.

Although it is impossible for old Horry to be as young as the black man in front of him, but combined with what this guy said about "restoring youth", although the matter is ridiculous, it is not impossible.

Hearing Peter reveal his identity, Old Horry was stunned for a moment, then looked at him with complicated eyes, "Well, I am Old Horry. I didn't intend to hide it. After all, you are all going to die here, but why are you not afraid at all?"

"All right, old Mr. Horry."

Peter sighed and said to him, "Since you are so frank, I will also tell you two secrets."

“First, I hate black people!”

Then, Peter teleported in front of the other person like lightning while facing old Holly's angry look of "How dare you discriminate against black people?"

With a "bang", Peter's fist hit old Holly's heart.

The air in old Holly's lungs seemed to be sucked out all at once.

Feeling a sharp pain, he wanted to bend down to breathe, but he was completely unable to do so, so he had to cough violently.

It was as if there was some animal hiding in his chest and he was trying to expel it.

"The second secret is that I'm not a normal person either."

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