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[Agility: 1800]
【Spirit: 1200】
……
As the other party's attribute panel appeared in his mind, Su Hui's smile deepened.
It is indeed very strong, and can be considered one of the best among the Immortals.
Unfortunately, in the presence of demigods, there is no difference between immortals and mortals.
"You...who are you?"
Clark spoke with great difficulty, each word requiring immense effort.
How can it be? !
The shock he felt was beyond words.
He had never felt such terrifying suppression before. The other party hadn't even moved, yet had completely suppressed him with some unknown "field".
His bioenergy was surging wildly, his muscles were stretched to their limit, yet he couldn't move even a single finger.
Clark was unwilling to give up. He roared and his eyes instantly burst out with two scorching red beams of light, shooting towards Su Hui's face at the speed of light!
This is one of his trump cards: heat vision!
A terrifying attack capable of instantly melting steel and even destroying matter at the molecular level!
However, faced with an attack powerful enough to destroy a city, Su Hui simply stretched out his palm.
The two crimson beams of light, like tamed pets, obediently merged into his palm, without causing a ripple or emitting a trace of heat. Su Hui gently clenched his fist, and the two beams of energy shattered like fragile glass, turning into specks of red light that dissipated into the air.
"This...this is impossible!" A huge wave of emotions surged in Clark's mind.
"Nothing is impossible."
“I told you, your anger is pointless.”
Su Hui put down his wine glass and finally stood up. "However, in order to make you accept your defeat wholeheartedly, I'll give you a chance to make a move."
As soon as he finished speaking, the invisible pressure that had been binding Clark vanished.
Without hesitation, Clark, now free, vanished from his spot in an instant.
The next second, thousands upon thousands of fist shadows enveloped Su Hui like a storm.
Each punch exceeded the speed of sound, and the resulting wind even created subtle ripples in the space.
However, no matter how fast he was, Su Hui could always anticipate his attack trajectory and easily sidestep, block, and dodge.
No matter how strong he was, Su Hui could always catch his fist with even stronger force.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dull thuds echoed throughout the completely isolated living room, yet they caused no damage to any of the surrounding furniture.
Clark grew increasingly alarmed and powerless as the fight progressed.
He felt as if he weren't fighting a single person, but rather the entire universe. Every block from his opponent seemed to invoke the very laws of space, making him feel as if his fists were striking empty air, powerless and without purpose. Every counterattack from his opponent was seemingly effortless, yet contained a terrifying force that he could not withstand.
For the first time, he experienced the feeling of "powerlessness".
"That's it?"
Su Hui seemed to have lost interest. When Clark threw another heavy punch, he no longer dodged, but instead reached out and firmly grabbed the opponent's fist.
Clark felt as if his fist had been sucked into a black hole, and all his strength was being swallowed up and disintegrated in an instant.
Su Hui gripped his fist and slowly straightened up. An indescribable, terrifying pressure erupted from Su Hui's body.
Clark's tall body began to tremble uncontrollably under this oppressive force. His legs began to bend, and his knees groaned in pain.
"No!"
He roared and tried to fight back, but it was all in vain.
Faced with absolute power and laws, his will seemed utterly ridiculous.
"Pfft!"
The god of hope and justice was gradually forced to kneel on one knee by Su Hui. His head was forced down so low that only Su Hui's slipper-clad feet could be seen.
This is an unprecedented humiliation.
"Now, do you understand?" Su Hui looked down at him, his voice indifferent.
Immediately afterward, Clark felt a strange energy fluctuation envelop him. The power within him, like a punctured balloon, began to drain away rapidly. That sense of continuous, seemingly inexhaustible power was quickly disappearing.
His body is degenerating from a god into a mortal.
"What...what did you do?!" Clark was horrified to discover that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"It's nothing, I just used my rules to simulate the radiation frequency of your Kryptonian red sun," Su Hui said casually. "It's temporary, don't worry."
Clark was completely stunned.
Simulating red solar radiation?
This is no longer a matter of power; it's about... modifying and creating the rules of the universe!
The man in front of her was no longer human!
If there's anything else that can be called that...
Then it must be a true god!
Clark knelt on the ground, panting heavily, feeling his strength rapidly draining away.
He raised his head and looked down at the man who was looking down at him, his eyes filled with shock, resentment, and a hint of undisguised collapse.
The feeling of being drained of power was more despairing for Clark Kent than any form of torture.
He could feel his seemingly indestructible body becoming fragile, hear his heart beating weakly, and smell the dust floating in the air. He had reverted to being an ordinary person from a Kansas farm, with nothing special about him except for being a little stronger than average.
The man who caused all of this was looking down at him with an indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at an ant.
He lost, lost so thoroughly and so decisively.
Clark's pride, anger, and dignity were shattered at that moment.
He finally understood how laughable and insignificant his pride and joy were in the face of his opponent.
Throughout the entire process, the other party never showed any real seriousness.
This is no longer a battle, but a farce.
Su Hui looked at Superman's dejected appearance and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
He wanted more than just physical conquest; he wanted utter spiritual destruction.
Only by pulling this so-called "god among men" down from his altar and trampling him underfoot can he be better molded into a tool for one's own purposes.
A glint of ghostly blue soul fire flashed in his eyes.
"From this day forward, you are no longer the hope of this world, nor a symbol of justice."
Su Hui's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power of law: "You are my servant, Clark Kent. Your power, your will, everything you have will serve me."
A "seed of loyalty" emitting a faint glow was flicked from Su Hui's fingertip and silently sank into Clark's drooping forehead.
Clark's body jolted violently, and the struggle and resentment in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by absolute, fanatical, and soul-deep loyalty and submission.
He slowly raised his head, and his once hopeful azure eyes now held only boundless reverence for Su Hui.
He solemnly pressed his forehead against the cold floor, offering his loyalty with an unprecedented humility.
"Yes, my master."
The god of humanity, who once represented light and hope, has now become Su Hui's most loyal servant.
Su Hui nodded in satisfaction, turned around and walked back to the sofa, sitting down again.
The domain power simulating the radiation of the red sun dissipated, and Clark's strength began to slowly recover, but his gaze towards Su Hui no longer held any hostility.
"Get up."
Su Hui said calmly.
"Yes, Master."
Clark rose respectfully and stood by his side like a butler.
Su Hui picked up the glass of red wine he hadn't finished, as if the thrilling battle he had just fought was just a trivial interlude.
He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, but his gaze fell on his newly recruited loyal servant.
Clark Kent, the founder and spiritual leader of the Justice League, is a figure of considerable value.
But before that...
In Su Hui's mind, the image of a woman with long black hair, intellectual and capable, but with an exceptionally hot figure appeared.
Louise Lane.
Clark,
Su Hui asked, "What is your relationship with Miss Ryan from the Daily Planet now?"
Clark replied respectfully:
“Master, Louise and I have just confirmed our relationship and are currently deeply in love.”
"Oh? How far has it progressed?"
A playful smile curved Su Hui's lips.
A fleeting, extremely subtle struggle crossed Clark's face, but the power of the Seed of Loyalty instantly smoothed it over, and he answered calmly:
"We... only held hands."
"Just holding hands?"
Upon hearing this, Su Hui couldn't help but laugh out loud.
What an innocent Boy Scout!
But this is even better; a blank sheet of paper is more valuable for drawing.
A wicked yet intriguing plan quickly took shape in his mind.
Conquering Superman and then possessing his beloved right in front of him—this double sense of conquest undoubtedly brings the ultimate pleasure.
This is my sister-in-law in name only!
If Kara and Ryan worked together for me...
"Clark, I have a task for you."
Su Hui's voice carried an air of command that brooked no refusal.
"Master please give me your instructions."
“Tomorrow, I will take Kara to the Metropolis to ‘visit’ you. You can invite Miss Louise Lane to your apartment for dinner under the guise of a family gathering.”
A hunter's glint flashed in Su Hui's eyes. "All you have to do is cooperate with me and put on a good show. Leave the rest to me."
Without the slightest hesitation, Clark immediately bowed and accepted the order:
"I understand, Master. I will arrange everything."
"Very good, go ahead. Remember, don't give yourself away."
Su Hui waved his hand.
Clark bowed deeply to Su Hui once more, then turned and transformed into a streak of light, flying out from the broken balcony and disappearing into the night.
After he left, Su Hui returned to his bedroom.
Carla, Selena, and Pamela immediately surrounded them.
Kara's face was full of worry, and she anxiously grabbed Su Hui's arm:
"Master, Clark, he..." You Yongxiang is busy, Lin is not here...
"He's fine."
Su Hui pulled her into his arms and kissed her smooth forehead. "Your brother is very 'sensible,' and we had a very pleasant conversation."