"Whitney?!"
Lana looked at her boyfriend, wondering why he called out to Eric.
Whitney patted Lana's arm, signaling that it was fine.
Students watching the commotion in the hallway turned their gaze towards Whitney.
This blond man with a handsome face was Lana's boyfriend, the captain of the football team.
Whitney walked up to Eric, glaring at him with ill intent.
Even though Eric completely suppressed him in terms of both height and aura.
"Looks like an anticipated clash, I bet Whitney will back down in the end!"
Chloe pulled five dollars from her pocket and handed it to Pete.
"Alright, though I think so too, I don't think the outcome will be as you say. After all, Eric is a Kent, and maybe he'll mess up at a crucial moment just like Clark."
Pete was too deeply poisoned by Clark, which led to his lack of confidence in Eric.
"Be careful, Kent boy! You don't know who you're messing with."
Whitney threatened rudely.
"Oh really?"
Eric's eyes narrowed, a flash of crimson light passed, and a naked killing intent surged from his body.
"Is it you, this severely concussed idiot, talking to me?!"
Whitney, locked by Eric's killing intent, immediately became rigid.
It was as if he was instantly plunged into a cold ice cellar, even breathing became difficult.
The onlookers, including Pete and Chloe, didn't know why Whitney stood rooted to the spot.
"Whitney."
Lana looked at her boyfriend, who was standing still and even trembling, and called out softly with worry.
Just as she was about to step forward, her eyes blurred.
Clark had appeared behind her boyfriend at some unknown time.
"Eric."
Clark, who had suddenly appeared, placed a hand on his brother's shoulder.
With a pleading look in his eyes, Clark shook his head at Eric.
"Don't do it… Eric, this is at school."
Seeing the Kryptonian's Son's humility in front of his goddess, Eric frowned and reined in his killing intent towards Whitney.
Although he had only been in this world for sixteen years, Eric often went to Metropolis for real combat training in secret.
Many villains, including drug dealers, gangsters, and robbers, met a tragic end during his real combat training.
Having witnessed much slaughter and bloodshed, the killing intent he casually emitted would naturally make ordinary people freeze in fear and dare not move.
"Clark, do you think all this is worth it?"
Eric, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped and asked Clark.
"What?"
Clark blinked, a bit bewildered.
"Whatever, I hope you don't play the nice guy in front of me next time, after all, my patience is generally limited."
After saying this, Eric walked straight out of the hallway.
Leaving a bewildered Clark and a gritting-toothed Whitney behind.
The other students in the hallway, seeing no more commotion, also dispersed.
"Clark, what you did today was really awesome!"
Clark walked up to the duo, and was met with Chloe's "praise."
But looking at her gritting teeth expression, it didn't look like "positive praise" at all.
"Looks like Chloe is a bit unhappy about you helping Whitney."
Pete shrugged.
"The football team wanted to assassinate me, can't I express my dissatisfaction?"
Chloe complained unhappily: "As the culprit and captain of the team, shouldn't Whitney be responsible? If it weren't for your appearance, Clark, that guy would probably have been beaten to a pulp by your brother."
"Sorry, Chloe."
Chloe, who spoke as fast as a small cannon, rolled her eyes, "Alright, I accept your apology, but next time you face Lana, it's best to be more clear-headed."
"Hey! Chloe, why does it seem like the football team is specifically targeting you?"
Seeing Clark's embarrassed expression, Pete immediately changed the subject.
"Probably because I wrote an article titled 'Football: Sport or Abuse' before?"
Chloe heavily snatched the book from Pete's arms and said grumpily.
Listening to his two best friends chat, Clark turned his gaze to Lana, who was leaving with her boyfriend.
Their eyes met, and Lana gave Clark a grateful look.
As for Whitney, his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at Clark.
After entering the classroom, Eric pondered who might have stolen his lead box.
There were no signs of the locker lock being violently broken, indicating that the thief used a key to unlock it.
This would basically confirm that the thief was someone from inside the school.
Because only someone from inside the school would have the opportunity to get a key.
Are there any suspicious people?
While thinking, Eric activated his Super Hearing, trying to receive and filter the voices of everyone in the entire school.
Now, his Super Hearing, though not so abnormal as to cover the entire city.
But covering the entire campus with a radius, there was no problem at all.
After half an hour of torture to his ears, Eric gave up on using Super Hearing to steal useful information.
He estimated that before he could even find any useful information, he would be driven to depression by the mixed, piercing noise.
With Super Hearing failing, Eric used Super Vision to look for clues.
Although his eyes could see things miles away, once they penetrated walls or human bodies, the effectiveness of his vision was greatly reduced.
The Homelander Template progress was only unlocked to 70%, and the result was that all his abilities had not reached Homelander's normal level.
After searching around with no results, he reluctantly gave up using Super Vision.
Unlike Superman, he was not affected by lead but was restrained by zinc metal. Unless someone deliberately used zinc to block his vision, if kryptoniteexisted on campus, he would definitely discover it.
Now that the Super Vision search yielded no results, it proved that the probability of kryptonite existing on campus was extremely low.
The day's classes quickly ended.
After school, Eric picked up his backpack and walked home.
The school bus had been sent for inspection after yesterday's incident, so he could only use his feet for transportation now.
Although for him now, the speed of a bus was not even as fast as walking.
Kent Farm.
"Eric, didn't Clark come back with you?"
Martha, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, leaned out and asked Eric.
"No."
Eric was sitting at the dining table flipping through The Torch and replied.
The Torch was the school newspaper of Smallville High School, and although the printing quality was average, the content quality was more than one level higher than its school newspaper status.
"I wonder where Clark went? If he goes to a friend's house, he usually calls."
Martha, wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen, looked at the clock on the wall, and said worriedly.
The hour hand on the clock pointed to seven o'clock.
Usually at this time, Clark would be sitting at the dining table enjoying dinner with his family.
"I'll call his classmates, Eric, you go look around nearby, maybe Clark is near the farm."
Jonathan got up to make a call while instructing Eric.