Will Kryptonians Bleed?

Faora's pupils contracted as she abruptly turned toward the sound.

Not far away stood a black-haired man, carrying a shattered rpg on his shoulder. He casually tossed it onto the ground.

Du Mu smacked his lips. "Ordinary equipment really can't take much punishment. I only stacked a few slightly stronger spells on it, and it shattered after one shot. Later, I'll have to specially forge a batch of firearms capable of carrying magic."

"Father?"

Clark struggled to prop up his upper body from the rubble, disbelief written all over his face. "Why are you here?"

"As a police officer, of course I'm here to crack down on criminals."

Radiating righteous indignation, Du Mu said to Faora, "You alien hicks have violated multiple Earth laws and regulations, including but not limited to kidnapping, destruction of public property, illegal entry, intentional assault, and littering large trash. Raise your hands and surrender immediately. Do not make any futile resistance."

Clark:

"..."

Was the "large trash" referring to me?

"Alien hick?"

Faora's gaze instantly turned glacial.

In her eyes, Krypton was an advanced civilization in the universe, while Earth was merely a backward planet that could not even leave its own star system—at best, an uncivilized primitive tribe.

For Du Mu, a primitive, to mock Kryptonians in return was simply the greatest humiliation.

"You're courting death!"

Faora snorted coldly. Ignoring Clark on the ground, she vanished from where she stood.

"Father, watch out!"

Clark's expression changed drastically. He immediately took off and flew toward her, trying to intercept Faora midway.

Although he had heard from Lois that Du Mu was quite capable, he had only assumed he was a somewhat formidable human. Against a Kryptonian like Faora, even the peak physical abilities of a human would be nothing more than a brittle sheet of