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What is the power level of a Kryptonian without their buff?
Let's put it this way: the Reporter Hero could take down one or two of them just by holding a gun.
That's not an exaggeration.
Just a short while ago, Lois personally tested this on the Kryptonian ship.
Since the interior of the Kryptonian ship simulates a native Kryptonian environment, Kryptonians inside are no different from ordinary Earthlings. After Lois claimed two heads with her gun, she retreated unscathed, completing the first double-kill record against Kryptonians in Earth history.
One can only say that the Reporter Hero lives up to his reputation, easily accomplishing what a certain bald man couldn't do.
Of course, Nam-Ek wouldn't immediately drop to the level of a "combat power of five" weakling.
It's just that most of the strengthening buffs on him have been cut off, and he's no longer as outrageous as he was just a moment ago.
And precisely because of this, Darian is now able to suppress him in a static test of strength.
As the words fell, Darian's right fist, clutching the Kryptonite, had already slammed out.
Bang!
Nam-Ek's head snapped back, his upper body bent backward by the force, but since his left hand was still being gripped tightly by Darian, he didn't fly away.
Darian pulled his arm, forcibly dragging him back, and his fist immediately followed up.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
His right fist was like a pile driver, smashing heavily into Nam-Ek's face, punch after punch.
One has to praise the design of the Kryptonian battle armor here.
It comes with a translucent energy helmet, which not only allows the face to be seen but also has impressive defensive capabilities. On this point alone, it has already left most power armors streets behind.
After all, who wears a mecha without a helmet?
After taking over a dozen heavy punches, the protective layer on Nam-Ek's face began to ripple, spreading from the center to the surroundings, becoming increasingly dense.
Nam-Ek was starting to panic.
He knew he couldn't go on like this.
Kryptonians are not adapted to Earth's atmospheric environment, and one of the core functions of their battle armor is to isolate the outside air and maintain an internal Kryptonian atmospheric cycle.
If the battle armor is destroyed, he will be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Nam-Ek abruptly lowered his center of gravity, kicked off the ground with all his might, and erupted with all his strength to break free backward.
As long as he could create distance and get away from that Kryptonite in Darian's hand, his strength would be restored.
"Want to run?"
Darian narrowed his eyes, made a grasping motion in the air with his right hand, and a war hammer instantly fell into his palm.
[Equipment: universal weapon (A crystallization of technology from the Kree Empire, an ultimate murder weapon that integrates multiple functions such as firing shockwaves, releasing energy, creating energy shields, and controlling gravity)]
Darian held the hammer with one hand, aiming the Hammerhead at Nam-Ek, who was desperately retreating.
"Eat my electrical surge!"
The front of the Hammerhead suddenly lit up, an energy ball rapidly condensed into shape, and electric arcs crackled and popped on its surface.
The next instant, the ball lightning shot out in a straight line, trailing a bright blue wake, and accurately slammed into Nam-Ek.
Boom—!
The explosion lifted Nam-Ek off the ground, causing him to tumble several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
It could be seen that Nam-Ek's Kryptonian battle armor now had a patch of charred burn marks, and residual currents were crazily slithering over him like countless glowing snakes.
But this wasn't over yet.
Just as Nam-Ek was about to get up, layers of terrifying gravity suddenly descended one after another, smashing heavily onto him and pinning him directly to the ground, making it difficult for him to move.
Having suffered this level of damage, the translucent energy protective layer above his head could finally no longer hold up. After flickering a few times, it began to slowly dissolve, leaving Nam-Ek's face completely exposed to Earth's air.
And then, his World exploded.
His hearing was instantly torn open, and all sorts of sounds that were originally faint poured into his ears as if the volume had been turned up to the maximum.
His vision also spiraled out of control at the same time; when he looked down, he didn't see his palms, but every single bone inside his palms.
Besides that, his sense of touch, smell, and taste were all undergoing drastic changes.
All this information, like a flood bursting through a dam, poured into his brain all at once, regardless of whether Nam-Ek could bear it.
Nam-Ek fell to the ground in pain, clutching his head tightly with both hands, his face full of shock.
"Damn it! What is this!?"
Darian certainly knew what was going on.
Without the isolation of the Kryptonian battle armor, this Kryptonian's body began to automatically absorb the Sun's energy.
This is the most terrifying part about Kryptonians.
For Kryptonians, the energy of the yellow Sun is equivalent to steroids. As long as they keep absorbing it, they can continuously grow stronger and unlock all sorts of outrageous new abilities, perfectly interpreting what it means to get stronger even while lying down.
It's just that these alien bumpkins were new here and had no idea about this.
They had always thought that they were not adapted to Earth's atmospheric environment, not knowing that the Kryptonian battle armor used to protect them had instead become a shackle suppressing their true power.
Of course, Darian wouldn't be stupid enough to educate the enemy about this.
He walked up, stepped on Nam-Ek who was struggling to get up, and stomped him back to the ground.
At this moment, the cells in Nam-Ek's body were crazily absorbing the Sun's energy, the buds of his superpowers were beginning to awaken, and along with it, his physical fitness was constantly climbing.
However, as Darian approached, Nam-Ek's breathing became rapid and chaotic, his pupils dilated and contracted, looking like he was about to die of sudden cardiac death at any moment.
Darian was not surprised by Nam-Ek's changes at all.
Something like Kryptonite is equivalent to an ordinary stone for a Kryptonian who hasn't been irradiated by the yellow Sun, much like staying on the Kryptonian planet, and wouldn't cause any substantial harm.
But for a Kryptonian who has already absorbed the yellow Sun's energy and awakened superpowers, it is equivalent to an Earthling being directly exposed to nuclear radiation, which would cause devastating damage to the body.
Therefore, under the influence of the Kryptonite, Nam-Ek, having absorbed the yellow Sun's energy, had instead enhanced a fatal weakness for himself.
Darian pressed the Kryptonite into the Hammerhead of the universal weapon, fitting it perfectly, as if the original design intention of this weapon was to have a stone embedded in it.
Ronan silently gave a "like".
Darian held the universal weapon embedded with Kryptonite high up. Currents circled the surface of the Hammerhead, and at the same time, layers of magic runes floated up, the charging light dazzling and eye-catching.
He looked down at Nam-Ek from above: "The Kryptonian's little tricks end here."
Nam-Ek widened his eyes, watching helplessly as the Hammerhead crashed down.
Bang!!
Accompanied by a loud noise, the ground instantly cracked into spiderweb-like fissures, spreading in all directions.
The blood-stained Hammerhead was slowly lifted, and the Kryptonian under his feet no longer had any movement.
But Darian didn't stop. He continued to lift the universal weapon and smash it down, hammer after hammer, until he confirmed that the opponent was completely dead before stopping.
After dealing with Nam-Ek, Darian finally had time to look at the battle situation on the other side.
Clark and Faora were fighting intensely; oh wait, to be precise, it was Faora unilaterally beating up Clark.
Relying on her exquisite combat skills, Faora beat Clark to the point where he had almost no power to fight back.
Of course, it was mainly because Clark was holding back.
Not to mention that he hadn't been injured from start to finish, he hadn't even used that invincible Cyclops.
But Faora was a pure warrior and wouldn't be grateful just because Clark was holding back. Instead, her attacks became increasingly ruthless and fatal, specifically targeting Clark's lower body.
Clark had never seen this kind of fighting style. He hurriedly flew up, trying to create distance, but was anticipated by Faora in advance. She leaped up, grabbed his cape, spun wildly in the air, and then smashed him heavily toward the ground.
Bang!!
Clark fell like a meteor, smashing heavily not far from Darian, creating a huge crater in the ground.
Darian looked at Clark climbing out of the pit, his face speechless: "What's going on? I've already finished my work, and you still haven't taken down your one-on-one?"
Clark looked embarrassed: "I was careless."
Darian raised an eyebrow: "You wouldn't happen to be going easy on her because she's pretty, would you?"
Clark hurriedly denied: "How is that possible!"
Darian chuckled: "Don't worry, I understand. I definitely won't tell Lois."
Clark: "..."
Just at this moment, Faora noticed the corpse at Darian's feet.
Her pupils contracted sharply.
"Nam-Ek was actually killed by an Earthling!?"
In her view, the only person on the entire Earth who could be considered a threat was her fellow clansman Clark.
As for other Earthlings, they were just a bunch of ants.
Whether it was their fragile bodies or their so-called heavy weapons, they didn't pose any substantial lethality to Kryptonians.
Yet the Earthling in front of her had killed Nam-Ek alone.
This was completely beyond her expectations.
Seeing the situation turn into two-on-one, Faora took a deep look at Darian and decisively leaped up.
A small spaceship dove down from high altitude, and she landed steadily at the spaceship's hatch, quickly disappearing at the end of the skyline.
There were too many uncertain factors about this Earthling; she needed to go back and report to General Zod.
Seeing Faora leave, Clark finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned to look at Darian, then at Nam-Ek's corpse on the ground, his expression complex.
"Father, are you really an Earthling?"
Seeing Clark approaching, Darian immediately put away the universal weapon and nodded: "Of course, I am a pure-blooded human."
There had been many opportunities to change races placed before him, but he hadn't accepted a single one, maintaining his human identity to this day.
It wasn't that he had some racial complex; it was mainly because he found other races too weak.
If it were Kryptonians, any hesitation would count as him being slow to react.
Clark watched the universal weapon disappear into thin air in Darian's hand and was stunned for a moment.
With his dynamic vision, he could be certain that this was definitely not some magic trick, but that it had truly disappeared into thin air.
"How did you do that?"
Darian smiled mysteriously: "Have you heard of magic?"
Clark widened his eyes slightly: "magic? Isn't that something from fairy tales?"
"Of course not, magic truly exists."
"But, something like magic sounds very unscientific."
"Is it more unscientific than you?"
Clark: "..."
Clark couldn't refute this point.
Darian looked at the Military fighter jets approaching in the sky and said to Clark: "This isn't the place to talk; let's find another place to chat."
Clark nodded in agreement and asked: "Father, can you fly?"
"I can, but not as fast as you."
"Then I'll take you away."
Clark said, stepping forward, intending to reach out and hold Darian.
Darian hurriedly raised his hand to stop him: "Wait, two grown men holding each other, how improper is that? Let's change positions."
He didn't want to see the newspaper headline the next day reading, "Superman and Gotham Gun God Embrace in the Air, A Suggestive Scene."
Clark looked confused: "Then what position do you want to use?"
Darian said happily: "Have you heard of sword-riding flight?"
Kent Farm.
This is one of the famous attractions in the DC Universe, and also the place where Clark lived since he was a child.
Clark descended from the sky and landed steadily on the ground.
Darian landed from Clark, landing steadily on the ground.
"Not bad, not bad. Flying so fast yet so stable, I'll give you a five-star review."
Darian was very satisfied.
Clark was used to flying prone, so he just took the opportunity to step on his back for some "Superman-riding" flight.
Anyway, he had Gravity Boots on his feet, so he wasn't afraid of falling off.
The amazing thing was that Clark's flight speed was already far beyond supersonic, yet Darian didn't feel any discomfort, just that the wind was a little stronger.
No need to guess; it must be the legendary bio-field at work.
In the DC Universe, The Flash's Speed Force and Superman's bio-field are both the most unreasonable, omnipotent abilities.
For example, when Superman lifts an entire airplane, according to normal laws of physics, doing so would only poke a hole in the plane, like a nail piercing the sole of a shoe.
But with the bio-field, he can defy the laws of physics and lift the plane completely.
Anyway, if there's anything that can't be explained, don't ask; if you ask, it's the bio-field.
Clark turned his head and saw two clear, big black footprints on his cape, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Next time, he'd better not take Darian flying.
Clark didn't say much and walked straight into the house ahead, which had been destroyed into a mess.
Just a short while ago, General Zod had brought a group of Kryptonian soldiers here, attempting to search for the Codex, causing quite a bit of damage to this place.
Fortunately, Clark's mother Martha wasn't injured. If something had actually happened to Martha, Clark might have turned dark on the spot, letting General Zod see what the "DC's favorite son" is worth.
After comforting his mother, Clark walked out of the house and looked at Darian with a solemn expression.
"Father, my guess was right. Zod's real target is Earth. He plans to transform this place into a new Kryptonian planet and rebuild the Kryptonian civilization on it."
Immediately after, Clark told Darian everything about his experience after boarding the Kryptonian ship without reservation.
If Darian were just an ordinary person, Clark definitely wouldn't have said these things.
But the situation was completely different now.
Darian had just dealt with a Kryptonian warrior alone, which was enough to prove that his strength was not ordinary.
Clark knew very well that he was currently isolated and helpless, while General Zod had an entire well-trained combat squad on his side, so he needed more help.
After listening to Clark's account, Darian nodded. The general content was actually basically consistent with the information he had investigated, without much discrepancy.
But there was another detail Clark mentioned.
That was that he had launched an attack on General Zod, directly breaking General Zod's defenses, leaving General Zod completely exposed to Earth's air.
Now General Zod, just like Clark, began to absorb the yellow Sun's energy and obtained superpowers.
In other words, General Zod now knows the secret of the yellow Sun.
Darian realized the seriousness of the situation, narrowed his eyes, and said: "It seems we need to find some help."