Bloody Dance

Clark struggled for a moment before finally getting to his feet.

Every breath sent uncontrollable pain shooting through his chest.

He had thought that, with the changes in his body over this period and his rapidly increasing strength, the gap between him and Eric had been steadily narrowing.

But after this exchange, the gap was still so enormous!

Could it be that his talent would truly never measure up to Eric's?

Clark panted heavily, his emotions churning within him.

Having developed relatively late, he had always believed his talent was mediocre.

At that moment, he could never have imagined just how powerful his "Son of Krypton" talent would become in the future. All Clark felt now was crushing frustration.

Suppressing his intense sense of defeat, Clark looked at Eric, who stood nearby with an expressionless face.

"You're right, Eric. Maybe I'm not smart enough, but I always know what I'm doing. That's the biggest difference between us!"

Clark used all his strength to snap off a metal bar from the basketball hoop.

With a shriek of tearing metal that made Chloe and Pete's scalps tingle, Clark roared and charged at Eric.

"Hah—!"

The metal bar came crashing toward Eric from the side.

It whistled through the air, sharp enough to sound like the air itself was trembling and screaming.

Clark was far faster this time, appearing in front of Eric like a sudden flash.

With no time to dodge, Eric instinctively fired crimson beams from his eyes.

Heat Vision, capable of piercing through anything that existed and carrying immense energy, shot from his eyes!

Sizzle!

The metal bar carrying all of Clark's strength was melted by Eric's Heat Vision.

The several-meter-long metal bar was reduced to barely a dozen inches in the span of a breath by the scorching beams.

Clark's attack missed, but he did not pull back. He swung the metal bar toward Eric's head with a backhand strike.

Eric took a step back, narrowly avoiding Clark's attack.

But the Son of Krypton, whose speed had risen another level, seemed to have activated a cheat code and actually kept up with Eric's pace.

His raised fist slammed hard into Eric's chest, sending him flying backward.

Bang!

This time, the one who made the floor tremble slightly was Eric.

Although pain pulsed through his back, Eric was surprisingly pleased as he lay on the ground.

As expected of a Kryptonian with limitless potential!

He had achieved a breakthrough in such a short time.

His speed and strength had both increased considerably, and he had even begun adapting to Eric's fighting rhythm.

If Eric had not possessed Heat Vision, that blow might have blown his head off.

But good!

Only a fight like this could help him unlock more progress on the Homelander template.

Taking a deep breath, Eric rose from the ground.

"Very good, Clark! Anger will drive you to become stronger, but it won't improve your reason in the slightest!"

Still playing the role of the "suspected murderer," Eric continued provoking him.

The next second, he activated his super speed and charged at Clark in an instant.

Clark refused to be outdone and flashed toward his brother.

The air exploded with a booming crack as their fists collided, knocking both of them backward.

Seizing the opportunity, Eric grabbed Clark by the neck with both hands. The ground beneath his feet cracked as he stomped down.

Using his immense strength, he grabbed Clark by the shoulders and drove him backward.

Boom!

A huge hole was smashed through the gymnasium wall, and the two continued hurtling onward without losing momentum.

Amid an earth-shaking roar, dust billowed everywhere!

"Uh!"

Pete closed his gaping mouth and looked at the equally stunned Chloe.

"This reminds me of when I fought with my brother. To those two, it was probably like watching ants fight."

Chloe ignored Pete's quip, her face filling with anxiety. "We have to find a way to stop them."

"Stop them?"

Pete swallowed. "I don't have that kind of ability. Either one of their punches could send me to meet my grandfather."

The auditorium.

The dance had reached its climax.

Honor Society ushers were collecting ballots from the students present.

Voting for the king and queen of the dance was the part everyone looked forward to most at the homecoming dance.

The teachers overseeing the ballots began counting them while the band at the center of the stage played pleasant filler music.

Everyone waited nervously for the teachers to announce the final results.

Clark's goddess, Lana, tightly gripped the hand of her boyfriend, Whitney. The muscles in her abdomen and back were tensed.

Although she knew there was a good chance that she and Whitney would be chosen, she still could not control her nervousness.

Boom!

A tremendous sound suddenly rang out in the overly quiet auditorium.

Startled, the students looked toward the source of the noise.

The auditorium doors had been slammed shut, and a figure appeared in the shadows by the entrance.

Faced with the sudden intruder, the students in the auditorium froze for a moment.

"Hey! Who are you? Did you come here to cause trouble on purpose?"

Tommy, a tall, burly football player closest to the auditorium entrance, stepped forward unhappily and shoved the person.

He assumed the other person was there to sabotage the dance.

Every semester, there were people who were not allowed to attend the dance and came to cause trouble on purpose.

That was why the most popular and attention-loving football players were assigned to handle security at the dance every year.

Today, Tommy and several other football team members were responsible for on-site security.

The instant Tommy touched him, a blinding white flash burst before everyone's eyes.

Then Tommy dropped to his knees with a thud.

His face was deathly pale, and blood streamed from his nose.

Under everyone's terrified gazes, Tommy toppled forward and rolled across the floor.

After a brief silence, shrill screams of terror erupted throughout the auditorium!

The panicked crowd immediately rushed toward the windows, doors, and emergency exits.

The intruder who had taken down Tommy in a single blow stepped forward twice, revealing his true identity—Jeremy!

Jeremy stood at the entrance without making another move, his face filled with mockery.

The dancegoers desperately pushed at the doors, but the emergency exits would not budge.

More and more people were squeezed against the doors, and those who had arrived first were being crushed until they could barely breathe.

Yet the emergency exits, which should have remained open, would not move at all!

Among the crowd, Whitney recovered quickly and sprang into action. Holding Lana's hand, he struggled to push toward the emergency exit.

He grabbed jackets, skirts, or anything else he could get his hands on, yanking people aside.

Countless people screamed in terror, running around the auditorium like headless flies.

But with the windows and emergency exits shut, there was no way out of the auditorium at all.

A heavy, despairing atmosphere began to settle into everyone's hearts.

Thanks to Flying Pig Baby for the monthly ticket.

If you have any spare votes, please cast one. Bow!