Solomon silently sighed to himself.
It seemed that without an absolute trump card like Kryptonite, which specifically targeted the Kryptonians' genetic weakness, trying to forcibly defeat Clark through conventional physical attacks and Mind Control alone was far too risky.
Clark's only weaknesses at present were that he did not know how to use his abilities, could not bring all his attributes to bear, and had no combat experience whatsoever. But in terms of raw base stats, he far surpassed Solomon.
To achieve his goal, Solomon would have to change his strategy.
Without hesitation, Solomon severed the mental connection, abruptly released his grip, and darted two steps back.
To stop Clark from lashing out and hurting someone in his subconscious resistance, the muscles in his right leg instantly bulged, and he drove it like a black steel whip into Clark's chest!
"Bang-!"
With a tremendous crash, Clark's towering body flew backward like a cannonball fired from its barrel.
He tumbled dozens of times through the muddy cornfield, crushing countless stalks, and flew several hundred meters before finally crashing to a halt on the ground.
"Cough, cough...!"
Clark clambered out of the deep crater, covered in dirt. His flannel shirt was already in tatters and caked with mud, leaving him looking utterly bedraggled, yet there was not so much as a scratch on his body.
By now, the mental assault and repeated blows had thoroughly enraged Clark.
He panted heavily, red Heat Vision faintly brewing in his blue eyes with a dangerous glow. Clenching his fists, he was about to launch a counterattack regardless of the consequences.
At that moment of explosive tension, however, Solomon suddenly dropped every attacking stance several hundred meters away.
He stood quietly in place, his deep gaze piercing the swirling dust, and suddenly spoke in an extremely