Martial Arts Tournament (III)

"Come on, Carl. Join me and Kara. Together, we can save Krypton." H'el held out his hand to Clark.

"H'el, you've gone mad—"

"Mad? I want to save my home, so I'm mad? It's your home too, Carl!" H'el roared furiously,

kicking Clark hard. "Earth's environment has made you weak. You live by Earth's rules, raised by weak Earth parents—"

Crack!

The next instant, Clark punched H'el in the chin and sent him flying. A sharp crack rang out from H'el's jaw,

and blood spilled from his mouth.

"Don't talk about my family like that! Not my human family—" Clark slammed another punch into H'el's face, warping it completely. "—and not my Kryptonian family!"

That punch left H'el reeling, unable to stand steadily or tell which way was up.

"You lied to Kara. You want to use an engine that devours stellar energy to consume the sun and rebuild Krypton," Clark said coldly.

"Wait, what would happen to the sun?" Kara froze.

"The sun? It can take us home! It has to be sacrificed—but it's a necessary sacrifice." H'el struggled to his feet.

"Good thing I didn't agree to help you—"

"Nothing happening on this barbaric world today can compare to the tragedy that befell our home! I'm going back to stop that tragedy, whatever the cost, whatever the sacrifice!" H'el clenched his fists. "Don't make me go back alone! Choose, Carl, Kara. Earth—or Krypton!"

"Looks like you're beyond reasoning with." Clark sighed. "Then my only choice is—to beat some sense into you."

It was over in an instant.

A storm swept across Mercury, stirred up by the shock waves of Clark beating H'el.

"Is he still alive?" Kara asked, looking at H'el, whom Clark had beaten bloody.

"He's fine. Some sunlight will heal him," Clark said. "I'll take him