It looked as if the opponent had simply crushed the lightning with a gentle grasp. Google search to read.
Jerome was already dumbfounded!
Is this even a human being?!
He had thought that gaining the power of lightning was already strong enough, but he never expected there to be something even more monstrous!
"You gained lightning, or rather, high-voltage electricity, through mutation, and this mutation is clearly related to kryptonite. How did you do it?"
Eric asked Jerome, who was still in a daze.
"I..."
Jerome swallowed, stammering, not knowing how to answer.
"Eric...?"
Clark's faint voice came from a distance.
Eric released Jerome and turned to look in Clark's direction.
Good opportunity!
Seeing Eric distracted, Jerome immediately cried out inwardly.
His body was filled with the power of silver electric arcs.
Whoosh!
With the boost of lightning, he instantly fled from Eric's side.
Seeing the other party escape, Eric merely frowned slightly and did not pursue.
He had already locked onto the other party; as long as he was still in Smallville, he could not truly escape his control.
He tidied his hair, took off his jacket, which had been largely destroyed by the lightning, and walked towards Clark.
"E-Eric."
Seeing his brother approach, Clark, who had been tortured on the wooden frame for a long time, let out a long sigh of relief.
"It's very painful, isn't it, Clark?"
Eric was not in a hurry to take Clark down; instead, he observed his disarray with interest.
"..."
Clark regretted it a little now.
Why did Eric have to be the one to save him?
This mischievous brother would definitely mock him.
He should have pretended to be mute and not asked his brother for help.
"Whitney did it, didn't he?"
Seeing Clark lower his head and say nothing, Ericreached out and touched the kryptonite necklace hanging around his neck.
"No, don't touch it, Eric!"
Clark knew that his brother had the same physique as him and would become incredibly weak if he touched this green stone.
"This amount of meteorite cannot threaten me."
The moment he touched the kryptonite, Eric's arm muscles immediately twitched uncontrollably, and his arm visibly deformed.
Eric's template was Homelander; logically, he shouldn't fear kryptonite, but since he was playing the Kryptonian's Son, he naturally wouldn't miss this loophole.
Using 'psychological suggestion,' he planted the subconscious thought of 'fearing kryptonite' in his mind, causing his body to react unnaturally when facing kryptonite, such as twitching, spasms, and muscle deformation.
To cooperate with his subconscious, when his body was affected by kryptonite and showed an unnatural reaction, he would even appropriately hold back to show a severe weakening of his combat power.
If he was not mistaken, he would have to face a bunch of schemers in the future.
Instead of letting those people painstakingly search for weaknesses, it was better to fabricate a false weakness to mislead his enemies.
This was also why Eric went to such great lengths.
"This is Lana's necklace, isn't it?"
Holding the necklace in his hand, Eric ignored the 'damage' kryptonite caused to his body and looked at Clark with a half-smile, "I didn't expect that you, Clark, just saved Lana's boyfriend, and then the two of them teamed up to prank you. Isn't this repaying kindness with enmity?"
"Lana doesn't know about this. It was Whitney and those guys from the football team who did it."
Clark, freed from the suppression of kryptonite, regained his strength, tore off the ropes in a few movements, jumped down from the cross, and, catching his breath, explained to Eric.
"Is that so? Do you need my help? For example, teaching those guys from the football team a lesson, ruining their careers, or letting them experience the taste of the Scarecrow."
Eric started joking with his cheap older brother again.
Of course, it wasn't entirely a joke; after all, Clark was his relative, and by choosing Clark to humiliate as the Scarecrow, those guys on the football team might have had the intention of provoking him.
As someone with a narrow mind, he didn't particularly like being provoked.
"No! Eric, I can handle my own affairs."
Clark knew his brother's methods and immediately refused.
Calming himself down, he saw his brother's bare upper body, just like his own, and asked Ericsuspiciously, "Your clothes... What happened just now?"
He had seen the lightning in the distant cornfield and felt the violent vibrations in the air.
"Nothing, just ran into another unlucky guy like you. Clean yourself up before going home. You look like this, and it'll be hard for Mom and Dad not to overthink it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Eric activated his super speed.
"Bang!"
The air waves violently spread outwards.
Eric's figure quickly disappeared before his eyes.
Standing still for a while, Clark wiped the paint from his chest and sighed despondently.
Pete was right; he had indeed become this year's Scarecrow.
The next day, early morning.
At the entrance of Smallville High School, Pete nervously pulled Clark to an deserted corner, looked left and right, and then whispered, "You mean you became the Scarecrow last night?"
"Yeah, Whitney and his gang did it," Clark nodded helplessly.
He originally didn't want to say anything, but Pete, his best friend, had been complaining that he hadn't shown up with Eric at the agreed location yesterday afternoon.
To explain to his friend, he could only tell him the reason for his absence.
"Alright, I agree with Chloe now."
"What?"
"You shouldn't have stopped Eric from assaulting Whitney yesterday, even though you earned me five dollars, Clark, I still have to say this."
Pete looked like he was standing up for Clark.
"Hey!"
Chloe, the reporter from The Torch, greeted the two.
Chloe, carrying a canvas backpack and holding a coffee cup in one hand, seemed to be in a good mood. "Clark, Pete, I heard another piece of news about the football team. I heard that Coach Watt supported his players in cheating on their midterm exams, and when a player reported it to the school, he was threatened by Coach Watt."
"Sounds like a hot topic," Pete nodded.
"How about the title of this report is 'The Football Team: Coach Watt's Cheating'? How does that sound?"
"I think you should reduce your reliance on cappuccinos."
Clark didn't answer directly, pointing at the coffee cup in Chloe's hand and teasing her.
As they were talking, Chloe's phone rang.
Chloe, who was laughing, opened her phone and was immediately stunned by the message content!
"Hey, Chloe, what happened?"
Seeing Chloe's expression change, Pete quickly asked her.
"Dan Brown is dead."
"Dan Brown?"
"Dan Brown, a member of the football team, the guy who threw the football at me yesterday and got a 'sweet hit' from Eric, was found dead at home this morning!"
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