Barry was not Allen. Although he was only two years older, he had clearly realized that Yang Bo was lying to him.
He looked at Yang Bo as if to say, Are you kidding me?
Yang Bo did not back down in the slightest, maintaining an expression that said he was telling the truth and had not lied at all.
"Really?"
A voice rang out, and the smile froze on Yang Bo's face. A second later, Allen appeared in front of him.
"Why would freezing iron make it sweet? That doesn't make any sense."
Looking at Allen's curious face, Yang Bo felt that history would definitely repeat itself if he did not put the Iron Rod away.
A moment later, he put the cold-radiating Iron Rod into his backpack.
Looking at Allen, he said earnestly, "Allen, you're far too curious for your own good. It'll get you into trouble sooner or later."
Seeing Yang Bo put the Iron Rod away, Allen's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Cool..."
"Is that a spatial ability? Can you store things away with it?"
Then he added with some regret, "Why did you put the Iron Rod away? I wanted to try it."
Yang Bo: "..."
Bruce: "..."
Yang Bo looked at Allen standing before him. There was not a trace of pretense on his face. Yang Bo sighed inwardly and thought, Allen, I'm sorry... it looks like I won't be able to help you with your problem...
Elsewhere.
Clark pinned General Zod to the ground and unleashed a furious barrage of punches at point-blank range. The thuds never stopped, and General Zod's black armor had long since shattered.
Affected by Earth's air, Zod was like a fish that had leaped onto the shore, his mouth wide open as he desperately tried to