Clark struggled for a moment, then finally stood up from the ground.
With every breath he took, an uncontrollable pain shot through his chest.
He had thought that with the changes in his body during this period, his strength had increased at an astonishing rate, and the gap between him and Ericwas constantly narrowing.
But after this exchange, the gap was still so vast!
Was his talent truly forever inferior to Eric's?
Clark, panting heavily, was filled with fluctuating emotions.
Having "developed" relatively late, he had always believed his talent was mediocre.
At this moment, he could never have imagined the extent to which his Kryptonian's Son talent would become formidable in the future; right now, Clark was filled with nothing but frustration.
Putting away his severe sense of defeat, Clark looked at Eric, who stood expressionlessly to the side.
"You're right, Eric, I may not be smart enough, but I always know what I'm doing. That's our biggest difference!"
Clark used all his strength to snap off a metal pole from the basketball hoop.
Accompanied by a metal tearing noise that made Chloe and Pete's scalps tingle, Clark roared and charged towards Eric.
"Hoo—!"
The metal equipment swung from the side towards Eric.
A whistling sound arose, a sharp, trembling roar as if from the air itself.
This time, Clark's speed far surpassed before, appearing before Eric like a flash.
Having no time to dodge, Eric instinctively shot out crimson beams from his eyes.
Heat Vision, capable of penetrating anything in existence and possessing immense energy, burst forth from his eyes!
"Sizzle!"
The metal pole, carrying all of Clark's strength, was melted by Eric's Heat Vision.
The several-meter-long metal pole was melted down to only a dozen inches by the super-high temperature Heat Vision in a breath's time.
Clark's attack missed, but he didn't retract his attack; instead, he swung the metal pole back towards Eric's head.
Eric stepped back, narrowly dodging Clark's attack.
But the Kryptonian's Son, whose speed had increased a notch, seemed to be on a cheat code, actually keeping up with Eric's rhythm.
A raised fist landed squarely on Eric's chest, sending him flying backward.
Bang!
This time, the object that made the floor slightly tremble was Eric.
Although waves of pain shot through his back, Eric, lying on the ground, felt unexpectedly good.
Should it be said that he truly was a Kryptonian, "possessing infinite possibilities"?!
He had achieved a self-breakthrough in such a short time.
His speed and strength had greatly increased, and he had already begun to adapt to his battle rhythm.
If he hadn't possessed Heat Vision, he probably would have been decapitated just now.
But it's good!
Only this kind of battle could help him unlock the Homelander Template's progress.
Taking a deep breath, Eric stood up from the ground.
"Very good, Clark! Anger will drive you to become stronger, but it won't improve your rationality in the slightest!"
Eric, continuing to play the "suspect killer," continued to provoke the other party.
The next second, he activated his super speed, instantly rushing towards Clark.
Clark was not to be outdone, quickly flashing towards his younger brother.
The air exploded with a bang, and their fists collided, sending them recoiling backward.
Seizing the opportunity, Eric pressed both hands against Clark's neck, and the ground cracked beneath his feet.
Using his immense strength, he directly grabbed the other's shoulders and slammed him backward.
Boom!
A large hole was smashed into the gymnasium wall, and the two continued to charge through with undiminished momentum.
Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, dust flew everywhere!
"Uh!"
Pete closed his mouth, which had been wide open in astonishment, and looked at the equally shocked Chloe.
"I'm reminded of fighting with my brother; I guess in their eyes, it's like ants fighting."
Chloe ignored Pete's playful remark, a look of anxiety appearing on her face, "We have to find a way to stop them."
"Stop them?"
Pete swallowed, "I don't have that ability; either of their punches could send me to meet my grandfather."
Grand Auditorium.
The dance had reached its climax.
The honor student association's guides were collecting ballots from the students present.
Voting for the dance's King and Queen was the most anticipated part of the Homecoming dance for everyone.
The teachers responsible for supervising the ballots began counting votes, and the band on the central stage played pleasant filler music.
Everyone was nervously awaiting the ballot teachers to announce the final results.
Clark's goddess, Lana, tightly gripped her boyfriend Whitney's hand, her abdominal and back muscles tensed.
Although she knew the probability of her and Whitney being chosen was high, she still couldn't control her nervousness.
Thump!
In the overly quiet auditorium, a sudden loud noise echoed.
The startled students looked in the direction of the sound.
The door to the grand auditorium was slammed shut, and a figure appeared in the shadow of the doorway.
Facing the sudden uninvited guest, the students in the auditorium froze for a moment.
"Hey! Who are you? Are you deliberately here to cause trouble?"
Tommy, a tall and burly football player closest to the auditorium entrance, unhappily stepped forward and pushed the other person.
He thought the other person was someone deliberately trying to disrupt the dance.
Every semester, there were such individuals who were not allowed to attend the dance and deliberately came to cause trouble.
So, every year, the most popular and attention-seeking football players were responsible for the dance's security.
Today, Tommy and other football team members were responsible for the on-site security.
As soon as Tommy touched the other person, a blinding white light flashed before everyone's eyes.
Then Tommy fell to his knees with a "thud."
His face was deathly pale, and blood gushed from his nose.
Under everyone's terrified gaze, Tommy collapsed and rolled onto the ground.
After a moment of silence, piercing screams of terror erupted in the auditorium!
The chaotic crowd immediately ran towards the windows, the main door, and the escape routes.
The uninvited guest, who had dealt with Tommy in one blow, took two steps forward, revealing his true identity—Jerome!
Jerome stood at the entrance, not making a move, his face filled with only mockery.
Those attending the dance pushed hard on the doors, but the emergency exits didn't budge.
More and more people were squeezed to the doors, and those who had run over first were squeezed to the point of gasping for breath.
But the emergency exits, which should have remained open, didn't move at all!
In the dance crowd, Whitney, who had come to his senses, quickly moved, pulling Lana's hand, and laboriously squeezed towards the emergency exits.
Jackets, skirts, or anything he could grab were seized by him, and he pulled these people away.
Countless people screamed in terror, running around the grand auditorium like headless chickens.
But with the windows and emergency exits closed, there was no way for anyone to escape the grand auditorium.
A desperate and heavy atmosphere began to envelop everyone's hearts.