A breeze swept past, and the corn leaves rustled, completely blocking the view from the farmhouse.
Here, they were entirely out of Martha's sight.
"Solomon, where exactly have you seen..."
Clark turned his head, about to press further, only to discover that the gentle, refined young man beside him had undergone a complete transformation in an instant!
His warmth and harmlessness vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness and utter dominance.
Boom!
Solomon struck without warning!
There was no flashy release of energy, only the purest, most extreme physical strength!
His right fist tore through the air with a piercing sonic boom and slammed viciously into Clark's chest!
Clark had no time to react. He was still keeping his muscles extremely relaxed, afraid of hurting an ordinary person.
With a dull, thunderous crash, Clark's tall, powerful body flew backward as though a heavy armor-piercing shell had struck him head-on!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He snapped more than a dozen thick cornstalks as he flew, finally crashing into the dirt hundreds of meters away, gouging out a huge crater and throwing dust into the air.
"Cough, cough... What are you doing?!"
Clark clambered awkwardly out of the crater, a burning, dull ache spreading through his chest.
But the shock in his eyes far outweighed his anger. How could any ordinary person on Earth possibly send him flying with a single punch?!
Ever since childhood, he had followed his adoptive father's warnings, carefully hiding everything about himself.
He dared not run at full speed or use all his strength to move anything. He did not even know how much weight he could lift or how much damage he could withstand.
He had no idea where the limits of his abilities lay!
He had never experienced combat, much less been injured.
Facing a mysterious opponent