The stadium stands were filled with excited spectators.
Waving flags and various cheering props, the spectators loudly cheered for their home team.
"Where's Clark?"
Jonathan, sitting in the center of the stands, scanned the football players warming up, but he didn't see Clark.
"Not just Clark, I don't see Coach Watt either."
Martha said to her husband, her brows furrowed.
"I'll go find him, you stay here."
Feeling that something was amiss, Jonathan instructed his wife to wait there and left the stands, walking towards the locker room.
"Clark!"
He called out Clark's name near the locker room, searching for him.
"Cough cough Dad, I'm here."
Clark's faint voice came from inside the locker room.
Hearing the voice, Jonathan immediately rushed to the locker room door.
Through the window, he saw Clark lying on the floor.
The room was filled with misty white steam.
"Clark, hang in there!"
Jonathan kicked the door with all his might, shouting at his son.
"Bang!"
The door couldn't withstand his heavy kicks and finally burst open after a few blows.
Jonathan took a few steps and helped Clark, who was lying on the ground, to his feet.
"Clark! Can you hear me?"
"Ch-Chloe, Chloe… Editor's office."
At this moment, Clark was weak and powerless, having been tormented by the kryptonite-infused steam; he used all his strength to lean into his father's ear, whispering intermittently.
"Let's get out of here first!"
Jonathan helped Clark out of the locker room.
Suddenly!
Coach Watt appeared behind them, holding a fire extinguisher, and viciously swung it at Jonathan's unsuspecting back.
Bang!
The fire extinguisher didn't hit Jonathan but was firmly blocked by a hand.
A figure stood between the fire extinguisher and Jonathan.
Coach Watt, who had ambushed them with the fire extinguisher, stared dumbfounded at Eric, who had suddenly appeared before him.
He only felt a blur before his eyes, and then the other party was right in front of him.
What is this?!
Why does the other party possess such speed?!
Eric, holding the fire extinguisher, struck forward with a backhand.
The heavy fire extinguisher went straight for the other party's head.
With a loud bang!
Coach Watt was directly sent flying backward, his body crashing heavily against the locker, making an earth-shattering sound.
The locker was deformed from the impact, and the items inside bounced out of the cabinet.
Coach Watt, who had fallen to the ground, instantly fainted.
"Eric!"
Jonathan was first surprised, then delighted, to see his younger son suddenly appear behind him.
"Why are you here, Eric?"
"I think you were right, Dad. Sometimes we have to make some changes, so I changed my mind and came to the stadium."
Shaking his hand, Eric smiled at Jonathan.
The real reason, of course, wasn't because he was interested in Clark's game, but after observing everything happening here with his Super Vision, he activated his superspeed and rushed here.
"That's good."
Jonathan patted Eric's shoulder and looked towards the school, which was emitting thick smoke, "You take care of Clark. I'll go check on the school newspaper office. Clark just told me Chloe was in danger."
After instructing Eric and Clark, Jonathan immediately rushed towards the burning school.
"Clark."
After Jonathan left, Eric's face darkened as he watched Clark, who was sweating profusely and desperately gasping for breath to recover his strength.
Suddenly, he threw a punch.
The heavy fist struck Clark's cheek.
With a "bang," Clark stumbled backward, his body crashing heavily against the wall.
Although the punch wasn't very powerful, Clark still felt a dizzy spell.
"I told you, if you want to be the one who protects and shows mercy, you must learn to be smarter. But obviously, Clark, you haven't become smarter; you not only put yourself and your friends in danger but even almost got Dad injured because of you."
"I—"
Facing Eric's accusations, Clark didn't retaliate; an expression of guilt appeared on his face.
"I'm sorry, Eric, I... I messed everything up."
"I don't need your apology, Clark."
Eric's tone was still cold, "I once warned you to pay attention to the people around you, not to be deceived by your eyes, but you still observe with your eyes instead of something deeper. You wasted your talent, and you let your family risk themselves for you."
Clark didn't argue, only lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Clark. You should have been more mature, but now you haven't grown at all."
After glancing at Clark, Eric turned and left.
"Dad went to save people. Protect him, don't let him get hurt."
After Eric's back disappeared down the corridor, his voice reached Clark's ears.
Clark raised his head, took a deep breath, and adjusted his emotions.
"Bang!"
His figure quickly disappeared down the corridor, moving rapidly towards Jonathan's location.
"Ugh!"
Coach Watt, who had been hit in the head by Eric, struggled to his feet.
Blood continuously flowed from his forehead, his nasal bone was broken, and the bruises and blood around his eyes showed the severe blows he had suffered.
Even after absorbing kryptonite and gaining a strong body, he was still almost fatally hit in the head by the fire extinguisher.
"Shit!"
Enduring the pain, he cursed under his breath.
"Coach Watt, you look quite disheveled."
A voice that filled him with dread sounded from behind him.
Coach Watt slowly turned around and found Eric had returned, standing behind him, staring at him expressionlessly.
"Surprised?"
Eric took a step forward, his black eyes turning into eerie pupils flickering with orange-red light.
"Coach Watt, I would tolerate and even disregard your actions, only because you haven't provoked me yet. But it seems you think you can act recklessly just because you possess some insignificant power, and even dare to harm my family?"
Facing Eric's murderous gaze, Coach Watt didn't back down; instead, he closed his eyes.
As he breathed rhythmically, flames shot up around the locker room.
The flames, carrying extremely high temperatures, rose to the height of the ceiling panels and rushed towards Eric like controlled giant snakes.
Facing the charging "fire dragon," Eric didn't dodge, letting the rolling flames attack him.
Before Coach Watt could even celebrate, in the next second, Eric walked out of the flames with an expressionless face.
"You!"
"Sizzle!"
Two beams of Heat Vision, spaced wide apart and carrying extremely high temperatures, instantly pierced through Coach Watt's eyes.
The Heat Vision melted the other party's head like lava.
Then, the uncontrolled flames quickly engulfed Coach Watt, who died instantly.