American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 145 Locke's Three Questions.

When the lightning that tore through the sky suddenly descended.

The crimson light that had been burning in Clark's eyes flickered as if doused with ice water, then involuntarily and instantly extinguished. Even his perfectly controlled bio-field rippled slightly, as if driven by a powerful instinct.
They recognized the source of this power before reason could.

Parents.

The word went straight to his mind.

It stirred a deep, almost completely submerged tremor within my soul.

that man
My feet tread on the scorched earth, where electric arcs still danced.

His entire body was enveloped and coiled by raging blue and white electric snakes.

The moisture in the air was instantly evaporated by the extreme heat, creating a unique smell that mixed with gunpowder smoke and dust, and caused a slight stinging sensation when inhaled.

However.
Even more terrifying than this tangible force is the power centered on him.
An invisible pressure, like a real tsunami, spread wildly in all directions and crushed down!
The flames burning in the distance were being suppressed by an invisible giant hand.
The flames instantly died down, and some were even extinguished!
The tiny pebbles and dust on the ground began to tremble and pulsate slightly out of control!
Even the torrential rain, when it came within a few meters of him, the raindrops took strange deflections and evaporated, and even the natural phenomena dared not desecrate this authority!
He stood there without saying a word, but his deep eyes were already fixed on me.

Silently proclaiming
The true patriarch has arrived.

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Clark's arrogant smile froze for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He still possesses boundless power within him.
But this power, strong enough to overturn the earth, could not give him the complete confidence he needed when facing that thunderous figure.

An extremely complex emotion flashed quickly across his eyes—

There was a hint of surprise that he couldn't quite hide.
There was a hint of annoyance at having my interest forcibly interrupted.
There was a loathing for that familiar power, but deep down...
Perhaps even he himself is unwilling to admit that it was fleeting.
Like the most primal sense of awe a young animal feels when facing the alpha wolf!
Although this sense of awe was immediately swallowed up by an even more turbulent rebellion.

But he
Indeed, at the very moment the thunder roared, it paused.

High in the sky.
The GCN female reporter leaned almost half her body out of the cabin, the rain lashing her face relentlessly, but she seemed oblivious, shouting at the audience with a near-frenzied pace:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Did you see that?! Thunder! It's Thunder! Another superhuman! He's descending on lightning! God, what kind of night is this?! Gotham is experiencing a... a war between the gods! We must know the truth! We must..."

"Enough! Kate! Stop broadcasting! It's no use!"

The photographer next to him suddenly ripped off his headphones.

Desperately pounding on the completely black camera screen in front of him, his voice trembled with sobs, almost drowned out by the roar of the engine and the distant thunder.

"Shut up! All signals! All electronic devices! They've all been cut off! It's all over from the moment that man who wields lightning appeared! It's EMP! Electromagnetic pulse!"

"what?!"

Kate turned around in surprise and noticed the lifeless device screen in front of Blake.

A chilling feeling gripped her.

She rushed to the porthole and gazed desperately into the distance, looking towards the entire city of Gotham.

In the distance, downtown Gotham City, which should have been shining like a galaxy of stars, was now plunged into unprecedented darkness!

The giant neon signs that symbolized the city's unceasing prosperity and crime, the skyscraper lights, and the dazzling lights of the commercial streets—all went out!
It was as if an invisible giant hand had drawn the final curtain on this terrible war that took place within the family.

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Locke's gaze swept across the devastated battlefield, finally settling on Dio, who was struggling to get up from the rubble, and the girl standing in front of him, her cheeks bloodied but her eyes unusually determined.

His eyes darkened slightly.

“Child,” Locke’s voice was not loud, but it carried a sense of authority, “take him away from here.”

Elana snapped back to reality, meeting Locke's eyes, which held a stormy edge. Almost instinctively, she nodded without hesitation. She forcefully helped the somewhat dazed Dio to his feet, struggling to drag him staggering back to the nearest street corner, seeking some shelter.

In the center of this scorched wasteland, it was completely handed over to this pair...

An uncle and nephew confronting each other in the most brutal way.

Clark shook his head, completely shaking off that momentary wavering.

A crimson light resurfaced in his eyes once more.

“Uncle Locke…” Clark’s voice carried a deliberate calmness, as if mimicking the politeness he remembered:
"You saw all of this too?"

He raised his finger and pointed to the burning ruins around him, his tone even carrying a hint of twisted grievance.

“Dior has been polluted by this city, and I am helping him to purify it.”

"laugh--!"

Locke responded with a heavy step forward.

The ash-mixed water beneath his feet was instantly vaporized by the extreme heat, emitting a sharp sound. The remaining water crackled and flickered with a dangerous blue light as it was struck by the leaping electric arcs around him.

"Purification?"

Locke's voice was as deep as muffled thunder brewing in cumulonimbus clouds.

"Use destruction to purify? I think your brain is the first thing that needs to be purified."

He raised his head slightly, the lightning in his eyes almost materializing.

"I really do need to beat you up first, you infuriating brat."

"And then there's the real Clark I know..."

“…Strike back hard from that twisted shell of yours!”

"What nonsense are you spouting?! I am Clark!" The boy's voice suddenly rose, filled with a morbid resentment, as if a nerve had been struck. "I am the one they've hidden! Repressed! Clark!"

“I was born different! The power of the sun flows in my blood! I am destined to stand above all living beings! To look down on all of this! Instead of being a pathetic wretch, forever wallowing in that damned mud, pretending to be just an insignificant ant!”

"It's them! It's you! You made me suppress my instincts! You made me live like an ordinary person! Smile! Be humble! Obey those ridiculous and fragile rules!"

Clark waved his arms, pointing to the burning ruins around him.

"Look at this! This is the truth! The law of the jungle! Those who have power should naturally rule everything! Set the rules! Just like what you're doing now! Don't you have power too? Why don't you stand up and rule? Why do you have to hide in that little farm?!"

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"I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you; you don't deserve to listen."

After a moment of silence, Locke's tone suddenly returned to calm.

He said no more, and the lightning power around him began to gather at an unprecedented intensity. Blue and white lightning flashed wildly, making him look like a descended thunder god.

"I'm not worthy?" Clark's facial muscles twitched, his feigned calm shattering completely, replaced by violence and obsession. "Just as I thought."

"You and them... you're all in cahoots! You're all the same! Afraid of real power! Afraid of change!"

He clenched his fists tightly, and the vast power emanating from the yellow sun within him surged and roared at an unprecedented speed, his muscles bulging slightly, further stretching his tattered suit.

“If you’re going to stop me, Uncle,” Clark said, slightly bowing as if in a fighting stance, “then try your strength! Let me see just how powerful you really are!”

The rift between the contradictions is irreparable, and words have utterly lost their power.

"Then, as you wish."

"boom--!!!"

Without any warning, in the next instant...
The ground where Locke had been standing suddenly exploded! Debris and dust erupted violently in a ring-like pattern in all directions!

"boom!!!"

A deafeningly loud bang exploded!

Clark didn't even see the movement clearly; his visual nerves had only just caught the ground exploding.
It felt like an irresistible force slammed into his cheek!
The immense kinetic energy instantly turned him into a blurry afterimage!

He flew backward uncontrollably!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It crashed through three buildings that had not yet completely collapsed before finally coming to a stop amidst a tumble of bricks and stones.

It's the "Platinum Star"!
The powerful purple Stand had already appeared, maintaining its punching posture, moving faster than time itself!

"Uh..." Clark shook his somewhat dazed head and used his hands to support himself as he stood up from the pile of bricks.

Can.
Locke's figure reappeared before him as if by teleportation, still with that cold expression, as if he had merely swatted away a fly.

"too slow."

His voice was completely flat.

"asshole!!"

Clark's rage was completely ignited by this contemptuous attitude! The string of reason snapped instantly!
The long-suppressed crimson gaze in his eyes erupted like a bursting dam!

Zero distance! A direct shot towards Locke's seemingly unguarded chest!

however--

"Zi——!"

Just as the heat vision was about to hit Locke, a visible arc-shaped barrier made of highly condensed blue-white incandescent plasma instantly unfolded in front of him, as if it had a life of its own!

Clark’s heat vision, powerful enough to flatten any steel building, bombarded it!
It can only be absorbed, diffused, and disintegrated!
The excess energy that dissipated transformed into countless leaping arcs of electricity and terrifying heat waves, scorching everything around them, yet it could not budge the barrier in the slightest!
"what?!"

For the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared in Clark's eyes.

"Is this the 'power' that you rely on so much and are so proud of?"

Locke didn't even take a step back. He slowly raised his hand, and the energy flow deformed as if it were alive, "crude, savage, and devoid of beauty."

"Clark"

Do you remember the science lessons I taught you when you were little?

"Tell your uncle, what phenomenon will inevitably occur when an electric current, or rather, the directional movement of electric charge, occurs?"

"?"

Clark's pupils contracted as a primal sense of danger surged into his brain!

He exerted force with his feet instantly, and his muscle fibers tensed.

but.
Locke is even faster!

"Platinum Star" has moved again!
A punch that transcends time!
"Eula!"

The punch landed squarely on Clark's stomach!

"puff--!"

Clark spat out a mouthful of saliva, his eyeballs almost bulging out, the intense pain and impact causing his body to involuntarily arch!
"It is the magnetic field, my lost child."

Locke's cold voice flowed slowly through Clark's thoughts, which were in turmoil from pain.

"I circulate an electric current throughout my body, and then a magnetic field is generated."

"Once a magnetic field is generated, I can control the path, shape, and intensity of the current to design the desired magnetic field shape."

I don't understand what they're saying at all.

Clark roared inwardly, almost ready to strike.

But this is not over yet!
Locke continued:
"Then, let me test you again. Do you remember the fourth state of matter besides solid, liquid, and gas?"

"boom!"

Clark's movements were forcibly restrained by Platinum Star, causing him to almost instinctively exclaim in horror, "What is that?!"

"Ugh"

Locke sighed, as if he were truly giving Clark a science lecture.

"When ice is heated, it melts into water, which overcomes the structural forces between molecules."

"When water is heated, it boils into steam, which overcomes the attraction between molecules."

"When a gas is heated, the gas molecules move extremely violently and gain enormous energy."

"When this energy is sufficient to allow electrons to break free from the atomic nucleus, the gas becomes ionized."

"—The atoms were torn apart and turned into a mixture."

"This incandescent substance is the fourth state—plasma."

“You’ve already gotten two questions wrong, Clark.”

As Locke slowly approached the immobilized Clark, his eyes narrowed, no longer filled with simple lightning, but with a more complex and deadly light converging within them.

He added:
"So, one last question."

"You know your uncle only does things three times."

"After I generate and confine a large amount of high-temperature plasma around me, I then apply a precisely calculated, directional, strong magnetic field to it."

"what happens?"

"meeting"

Clark was about to speak.

but.
"boom!!!"

The answer is revealed instantly!

In the next instant, it was not a simple lightning bolt, but an extremely solid jet of plasma, which was brilliantly blue and white, accelerated by electromagnetic force and shot out from Locke's eyes!

It aimed precisely at Clark! The impact violently collided with his bio-field, unleashing a blinding light and a deafening roar! It completely engulfed him!

"Uhh—!!"

This time, Clark's defense was not entirely effective!

The immense impact blasted Clark away, his body billowing black smoke, as he crashed heavily onto the street some distance away, creating a large crater.

Inside the pit, Clark struggled to get up.

he.
He couldn't understand it at all.

Why has my uncle's power become so...strange and powerful?
What magnetic field? What plasma?
What exactly is that strange power?
Why did "Platinum Star's" fist feel so much heavier than I remembered?
I didn't pay attention to Clark's inner thoughts.

Locke stepped forward.

Every step he took landed squarely on Clark's heart.

The faint electric snakes surrounding his body made him look like a god who wielded thunder.

"I use a magnetic field to confine the ionized plasma, and then apply a magnetic field in the opposite direction."

"So."

"It will then be given directional kinetic energy, which is electromagnetic acceleration."

Locke's voice remained calm, yet it carried a chilling intensity capable of freezing the soul.

"Oersted effect, Ampère's law, Biot-Savart law."

"How was it? Did you learn it?"

He smiled, but his smile sent a chill down Clark's spine.

Then he raised his hand.
The clouds surged and gathered wildly once more, becoming even thicker and more gloomy!

Countless thick, dragon-like electric snakes roared within!

"If you still can't learn it, then remember this beating with your body, Clark."
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P.S. [I burned the paper]

(End of this chapter)