The Energy Cannons aboard Darkseid's ships opened fire one after another, but firing cannons at a mosquito was hardly a reliable way to hit it.
Clark moved and reacted incredibly fast. Even with the ships' computers calculating his movements, they could not completely pin him down.
The fleet rapidly climbed into the sky, and figures closed in on Clark.
A red beam pierced straight through Clark's shoulder.
"Darkseid..."
Darkseid was flying toward him at tremendous speed.
As a host of Omega Energy, could you believe he couldn't actually fly and had to rely on the technology of Apokolips?
That might also have been why he hated Kryptonians.
(He could fly after the New 52, but not before.)
"Kryptonian, you're courting death."
He had already received word from his subordinates that a Kryptonian who had appeared out of nowhere had defeated the Superman under his control.
"Darkseid, your end has come." Clark's Heat Vision struck Darkseid's less-than-agile body directly.
But Darkseid's body and armor were both highly resistant, and he charged straight through Clark's Heat Vision.
Clark showed no trace of panic. Under the sun's power, the wound in his shoulder had already healed.
With the Source Wall's protection, the Omega Beams could only inflict physical damage on him. But for Clark, who spent his days in the fighting arena, that sort of damage was child's play now.
Every day, he faced the Thunder Battle Axe, the Hulk Battle Axe, other Kryptonians' Heat Vision, and a few mages whose methods were even more ruthless than their black hearts.
He had long since grown used to it.
Without caring in the slightest whether his attack had hurt Darkseid, Clark rushed forward at incredible speed and slapped him across the face.
Then he turned and ran.
Silence...
At that moment, even the dim-witted