A loud explosion.
The red and blue figure smashed through the half-collapsed kent family barn, crashing heavily onto a pile of hay.
Kara coughed up blood, struggling to climb out of the hay pile.
Her uniform was ripped in several places, revealing the fair skin beneath.
A black figure stepped through the gaping hole in the barn entrance.
It was Fiona.
The Krypton battle armor she wore was slightly damaged, and her face held that unchanging indifference.
"Tsk, tsk."
The farm outside was a mess.
The house had collapsed, several trenches were plowed into the ground, and the neat cornfield looked like it had been chewed by dogs.
"Look at this home you protect, how fragile it is."
Fiona's voice was laced with mockery.
Kara did not speak, she only braced her knees and gasped for air.
After being resurrected by the mother box, her power had increased significantly.
But facing a pure warrior like Fiona, it was still not enough.
Fiona possessed combat skills honed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, while Kara relied solely on brute strength and durability.
Fiona pushed off the ground, instantly appearing in front of Kara.
She brought a hand chop down toward Kara's neck.
Kara raised her arm to block.
"Clang!"
As the arm was parried, Fiona followed up with a sweeping whip kick aimed at her lower body.
Kara awkwardly jumped away, but Fiona's attacks were relentless, giving her no chance to breathe.
Fists, palms, elbows, and knees—all aimed for vital points.
Kara could only defend passively, being forced back repeatedly.
Fiona was also feeling anxious internally.
This female Kryptonian was too durable.
Furthermore, her rate of progress was astonishingly fast.
If she used the same move twice, Kara would find a way to counter it the third time.
This learning ability was simply ridiculous.
The two exchanged blows, and for a time, neither could gain the upper hand.
Fiona was being stalled, and she didn't want to waste any more time.
She leaped backward, creating distance.
"Kara, stop being so stubborn."
Fiona spoke, attempting to turn her.
"What is there to protect in a low-level civilization like Earth? Come with us, rebuilding the glory of Krypton—that is what we should be doing!"
After hearing this, Kara lowered her head, her shoulders slightly hunched.
Fiona thought she was wavering.
"Ptoo—"
Kara spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
She raised her head and wiped the corner of her mouth.
"Are you done talking?"
The next second, two scorching red beams shot out from her eyes!
"I asked if you were done!"
The heat vision swept across!
Fiona's expression changed, and she quickly turned sideways to dodge.
The red light grazed her cheek and sliced completely through the wall of the barn behind her.
But it was still a moment too late.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound.
Fiona's face mask was hit by the heat vision's high temperature, cracking open a seam.
Immediately after, the entire mask shattered completely.
Earth's air, mixed with various scents, rushed frantically into her nose and mouth.
Fiona's body suddenly froze.
Her face instantly flushed red, her features twisted together, and her eyes bulged.
"Ugh... Hah..."
She collapsed to her knees, desperately clutching her throat, gasping for air, yet feeling like her lungs were about to explode.
Sensory overload!
Everything on this planet was too loud for her.
Kara looked at her suffering without a shred of sympathy.
She darted forward, grabbed Fiona's head, and slammed her face into the ground.
Then, a punch!
And another punch!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Kara's punches landed solidly.
Fiona's head was smashed repeatedly into the dirt, leaving her utterly unable to fight back.
Soon, Fiona stopped moving, only her body still twitching slightly.
Kara's fist halted in mid-air.
Her chest heaved violently, golden strands of hair clinging messily to her face.
Kill her?
The moment the thought appeared, she hesitated.
The opponent was also a Kryptonian.
She was one of the few compatriots she had seen besides Clark and Tel.
In those few seconds of hesitation.
Fiona, on the ground, began twitching less severely.
In the burning forest on the other side.
Clark hovered in mid-air, his crimson eyes fixed on the four Krypton soldiers pursuing him below.
Thinking of the fear on Lois, Martha, and Old Kent's faces just moments ago, the rage in Clark's chest completely overwhelmed the dam of his reason.
"You... will all die here!"
He issued no further warnings.
Accompanied by a sonic boom that ripped the air, he slammed violently toward the ground!
The four Krypton soldiers reacted extremely fast; they were Zod's most elite warriors, having fought wars across the cosmos for years, their combat instincts etched into their very bones.
They instantly adopted a battle formation: two met him head-on, and two flanked from the sides.
Clark's target was the soldier directly in front; the punch, gathering all his strength, was enough to flatten a mountain!
That soldier did not meet the blow directly; the instant the fist reached him, he used a force-dissipating technique to fly backward, riding Clark's momentum.
At the same time, the two flanking soldiers had already attacked!
"Bang! Bang!"
Two heavy punches landed squarely beneath his ribs.
Clark felt two destructive forces pierce his body; the intense pain forced a groan from him, and his offensive stalled.
Right in that gap!
The fourth soldier came from behind, his hands forming blades, and powerfully chopped down toward the back of Clark's neck!
He intended to paralyze this powerful compatriot with a single blow!
Clark sensed the fatal threat, endured the intense pain to shift his body, and took the hand chop squarely on his shoulder!
The searing pain made Clark's vision blur, but the killing intent in his eyes grew even stronger.
He withstood the attack, and lightning fast, grabbed the neck of the soldier behind him.
The soldier was horrified; he wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
Clark gave him no chance.
He grasped the soldier's helmet with his other hand, his biceps bulging, and twisted violently in the opposite direction with sheer brute force!
"Snap!"
With a sharp crunch, the soldier's cervical spine was cleanly broken.
The black figure went limp and silent.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
The remaining three soldiers, seeing their comrade killed so brutally, were not frightened; instead, their ferocity was ignited.
"Avenge Lokar!"
They roared in fury, their attacks becoming even more frantic.
Clark had barely finished off one soldier when the fists and feet of the other two rained down like a storm.
He crossed his arms defensively in front of him, being forced back repeatedly, his feet carving two deep trenches in the ground.
The first soldier, who had been knocked away, now circled back.
He pulled a charred giant log from the ground and, using all his strength, hurled it like a javelin toward the center of Clark's back!
Clark was attacked from front and back, with nowhere to dodge!
He roared, twisting his body, his eyes blazing with red light.
The searing heat vision instantly shredded the incoming log.
But in that momentary distraction, the two soldiers in front seized their chance.
Each delivered a whip kick, sweeping across his knee joints.
"Thud!"
Clark's legs buckled, and he dropped to one knee.
"Die, Kal-El!"
One soldier leaped into the air, feet together, stomping down like a battle-axe toward his kneeling head!
The shadow of Death descended.
Clark suddenly lifted his head.
He opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and then violently exhaled!
"Whoosh—!"
A blast of arctic air swept forth!
The soldier in mid-air was too slow to dodge and was instantly frozen into a human-shaped ice sculpture the moment he landed.
Clark's heat vision shot out, instantly blasting the ice sculpture into fragments.
The second one was eliminated!
The last two soldiers exchanged glances, their eyes filled with gravity.
They stopped fighting individually, instead attacking from front and back, one assaulting while the other harassed, their coordination flawless.
Clark was locked in a bitter struggle.
He was covered in bruises, and blood continuously seeped from wounds on his mouth and shoulder.
But the red light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter—it was the madness of someone willing to pay any price.
He couldn't drag this out any longer!
He deliberately took a heavy punch from the enemy behind him, the bones in his entire back groaning in protest.
Using this momentum, he charged toward the enemy in front at an even greater speed.
That soldier hadn't anticipated Clark using such a suicidal tactic of trading injury for a kill, and in his haste, he could only raise his arms to block.
Clark ignored his defense completely, locking his hands onto the soldier's arms like iron clamps, and then slammed his head violently forward!
"Thud!"
The collision of the Kryptonian's hardened skulls produced a muffled sound like a beating drum.
The soldier was left dazed and seeing stars from the impact.
The red light in Clark's eyes flared.
Pressed against the soldier's face, two searing beams of heat vision shot out at point-blank range, instantly piercing his skull!
A smell of burning flesh permeated the air.
Only one was left.
The soldier let out a desperate roar, channeling all his strength into a single punch aimed at Clark's chest.
Clark did not dodge.
He allowed the punch to land on his already injured chest.
His own hands clamped tightly onto the opponent's arms.
"Go to your grave... for a madman like Zod!"
Clark's voice was hoarse and savage.
He pulled with all his might!
"Aargh—!"
The soldier let out a heart-wrenching scream as Clark literally ripped both his arms from his shoulders!
Blood sprayed everywhere!
Clark did not stop.
He raised his foot and brutally kicked the soldier in the chest.
The latter flew backward, smashing through every tree within a hundred meters, finally embedding his body into a cliff face, motionless.
"Hoo... Hoo..."
Clark knelt on one knee, his chest heaving violently, his entire body trembling, whether from rage or extreme pain was unclear.
His fists were stained with the warm, viscous blood of his own people.
He slowly stood up, staggered slightly, but finally stabilized himself.
He looked up toward New York, his eyes devoid of any pity, leaving only bone-chilling killing intent.