Under normal circumstances, if a Kryptonian was grabbed by an opponent covered head to toe in Kryptonite powder and then force-fed a chunk of Kryptonite, they were absolutely done for.
Yet H'el truly deserved his title as the strongest Kryptonian warrior. His physical attributes could crush any of his kin in their normal state. Even after Su Ming attacked both his mind and body, he still refused to fall. His face had turned green, yet he was even trying to spit out the Kryptonite.
"Eating it and then spitting it out? You think you're doing stand-up? Swallow it!"
Seeing H'el, whose hands he had seized, still looking like he was about to vomit, Su Ming immediately had Strangle pull out a two-liter bottle of carbonated soda from his waist pouch. The Force twisted the cap right off and sent it flying, then the bottle's mouth was shoved directly into H'el's mouth.
With a shake of the bottle, fizzy orange soda was forced into H'el's esophagus by air pressure. He made a swallowing sound like the gaping maw of the Abyss, and two streams of yellow liquid ran from his nostrils.
One of the Kryptonians' weaknesses was their lack of fine control over the details of their own bodies.
Look at the Martians instead. They could shapeshift, turn their heads triangular, even make their nostrils and mouths disappear. If they wanted, they could even change sex.
Kryptonians were stronger on a frontal battlefield, but they could not shapeshift.
Well, according to intelligence from his previous life, H'el also had a spatial trick. It was similar to using high-speed vibrations to alter the arrangement of his body's molecules, rendering himself intangible and entering a different phase to achieve invisibility and spatial teleportation. It was extremely hard to guard against and utterly shameless.