At those words, the entire scene fell deathly silent again.
Before Zod could speak, Faora, standing beside him, was thoroughly enraged.
As a proud Krypton Lieutenant, when had she ever suffered such contempt?
Faora glared at Solomon and snapped:
"Such arrogance! A mere bastard who's spent a few extra days in the sun dares speak so insolently to the general! General, Faora requests permission to fight. Let me snap this madman's neck!"
Zod ignored his furious subordinate. He kept turning Solomon's words over in his mind, then abruptly looked at Clark:
"Can he make that decision? If you lose, Kal-El, will you hand over the Codex?"
His gaze turned to Clark as he waited for his answer.
Clark took a deep breath, without the slightest hesitation.
At that moment, he cast aside his birth father Jor-El's warning and chose to trust Solomon without reservation!
"Solomon speaks for me!" Clark said firmly. "As long as you can defeat us, I'll hand the Codex over to you!"
Even though he himself still had no idea where the Codex actually was.
The corners of Zod's mouth finally curved upward, and he slowly nodded:
"Very good. Faora!"
"Here!"
Faora abruptly stepped forward, like a leopardess that had sighted her prey, her vicious gaze locked firmly on Solomon.
Bang!!
Without another word, the desert beneath Faora's feet instantly collapsed, the violent reaction force blasting an enormous crater in the ground.
Her body became a black afterimage, bearing a terrifying shriek as she tore through the sound barrier and shot straight at Solomon's face!
Krypton's finest military combat techniques were on full display at that moment, without a trace of flourish, only pure speed and lethal killing intent.
Facing a punch that could instantly shatter an armored vehicle, Solomon not only refrained from blocking but lightly