"What do you mean!?" The young man was stunned at first, but he quickly realized what was happening. He vaguely remembered someone saying that the black-haired Superman might possess the ability to see through people's hearts—and now, it seemed that rumor was true. Clearly, the long-haired youth had harbored deep resentment toward the black-haired Superman, even cursing him inwardly.
For someone like Colin, who could perceive the thoughts within others' minds, wasn't that the same as being insulted to his face?
If anyone had dared curse him, the young man knew he'd have thrown a punch without hesitation. Yet the black-haired Superman hadn't even lifted a hand—he had merely left the ungrateful one to his fate. That, to the youth, showed remarkable restraint.
He could understand Colin's thinking.
The bald man beside him, however, was trembling all over. From Colin's words, it wasn't hard to deduce that this Superman could read minds. That meant… Colin knew he still had a few hundred dollars hidden on him.
Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead. He swallowed hard, realizing how lucky he was that he'd only been stingy—not disrespectful. If he had disrespected Colin, he might've ended up back among the wolves.
He was terrified. Every few seconds, he glanced nervously at Colin, trying to think of a way to flatter him. But before he could speak, he saw Colin's eyes begin to glow a deep, blood-red, with jagged crimson veins spreading rapidly around them.
The bald man's knees gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. He knew what that meant[Heat Vision]. A terrifying beam capable of piercing through mountains. Was Superman really about to use that against him? That would be overkill!
He wasn't even worth it!
But the next instant, Colin's blazing vision shot skyward
and struck something in the clouds.
Flying high above, Clark had no time to react. The blast hit him squarely, sending a jolt through his body before he stabilized himself in midair.
There was only one person capable of such an attack. He turned toward Colin.
Colin's eyes still glowed crimson, his gaze filled with oppressive intensity. Even Clark—who had faced countless threats—felt a suffocating pressure. That look seemed to say: Take one more step forward, and we'll see who's stronger.
At that moment, Colin radiated an aura like a feral beast awakening. The forest fell utterly silent—no insects chirped, no birds sang, no dogs barked. Every creature could sense the overwhelming danger and dared not make a sound.
The young man who knew Colin stood frozen, feeling an invisible weight pressing on his chest. Just a moment ago, Colin had been calm and gentle. But now, the transformation was terrifying—like a placid sea turning into a storm-tossed ocean, or a harmless corgi suddenly becoming a lion on the hunt.
He didn't even dare breathe too loudly. He could hear the pounding of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.
Clark met Colin's gaze, and for a moment, the space around him felt like it had frozen solid, trapping him inside.
Then, realization dawned on Clark's face. His eyes hardened with resolve. Without hesitation, he began to fly forward.
Colin smiled—a kind, almost springlike smile.
Clark instantly understood. His expression changed, and he darted off in another direction.
Moments later, he saw it—a pack of wolves tearing into a man. The victim's body was covered in blood, his throat shredded open.
He was already dead.
Rage flared in Clark's eyes. He drove off the wolves, his voice trembling with anger. If Colin hadn't blocked him earlier, this man could have been saved.
A casual voice came from behind. "Tsk… dead already, huh?"
The tone was light, almost dismissive, as though the man's death meant nothing. The indifference made Clark's blood boil.
He turned sharply, glaring at Colin.
"He's dead!!!" Clark shouted.
"So what?" Colin replied calmly, his gaze cool and detached. "Did the Earth stop spinning? Did the sun disappear? No? Then why get so worked up?"
The casual tone was infuriating.
It ignited the righteous fury in Clark's heart. With a roar, he lunged at Colin. In his eyes, Colin wasn't just cruel—he was heartless.
Was it right to kill someone just because of what they thought?
Clark's speed was incredible. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Colin, his steel-like fist swinging toward his face.
"Tch." Colin clicked his tongue. He raised one hand, catching Clark's punch effortlessly, then lashed out with a lightning-fast kick.
The impact sent Clark hurtling backward.
He crashed through several mountains before slamming into the streets of Gotham City, gouging a massive trench across the pavement.
Panicked screams erupted all around. People scattered in fear.
Superman—defeated? What kind of monster could do that?
A short distance away, Bruce Wayne had just stepped out of his luxury car. His eyes widened at the sight. Someone had just sent Superman flying through solid rock.
"Another Superman?" he muttered. "Or something even worse?"
Before he could process it, a black figure plummeted from the sky.
BOOM!
The ground caved in upon impact, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Windows shattered across the street.
Bruce's eyelids twitched violently. There was no mistaking it—this was the black-haired Superman.
But why were they fighting?
Clark slowly rose to his feet, his voice trembling with fury. "You killed him!"
Colin chuckled. "Heh… I didn't kill him." Then he stomped the ground and launched himself forward.
Clark met him head-on.
Their collision unleashed a shockwave that tore through the city, toppling cars and shattering concrete.
Clark was hurled downward like a meteor, crashing deep into the ground. Colin, meanwhile, caught a few bystanders midair and gently set them down somewhere safe—so they could have a better view of the fight.
From pure power alone, it was clear—Colin was stronger.
Clark burst out from the rubble, wiping blood from his nose. He froze, staring at the crimson smear on his fingers.
It had been so long since he'd last bled.
Then, out of nowhere, Colin pulled a microphone from somewhere and spoke cheerfully, "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Supermen Combat Exhibition! Don't worry about the damages—I'll cover all repairs and even pay compensation. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!"
The crowd erupted.
"Colin!!!"
"Colin!!!"
"Colin!!!"
They chanted his name in excitement.
Clark looked around, realizing with shock that the people—those he had always protected—were cheering for Colin.
It was as if the entire world now stood behind him.