American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Dio Kent!

At this moment, I feel proud!

"Dio...what on earth is this..."

Clark gasped, trying to comprehend this sudden change.

However, before he could finish his words, Dio, who had tasted the sweetness, was like a wild dog that had smelled a big advantage, and he would not show mercy to anyone who was in power!

The attack was no longer a single test, but turned into a torrential death combo!

The golden iron fist, covered in a faint but deadly green light, tore through the air like a poisoned meteor, and with the fierceness of Dio's catharsis, it smashed into different vulnerable points on Clark's body.

Soft abdomen, firm chest, and strong arms!

"Mu Da! Mu Da! Mu Da! Mu Da! Mu Da!" X——3 pages!

boom! boom! boom!

Every time Clark was hit by that invisible fist, he felt like he was being pierced by a red-hot iron!

It was not just the physical impact, but also a feeling of emptiness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow!

Even the bio-force field that he was so proud of was fluctuating violently and flickering like a popped bubble.

He wanted to dodge, but the sudden feeling of weakness made his super speed stagnate.

He wanted to fight back, but his attempts to gather strength were distorted by the trembling of his body.

He could only block and stagger backward in a panic.

And Dior.

He was completely immersed in the intense pleasure of suppressing and even defeating Clark!

The excitement of controlling the forbidden power paralyzed his nerves like strong liquor, covering up the alarms that were ringing wildly deep in his body!

He had no idea that he had compressed and focused his mental power at such a high intensity on the kryptonite mark, and the speed at which it was consumed was ten or a hundred times faster than when he normally controlled his stand to perform complex movements!

It's like continuously spraying high-pressure water from a needle tip, which is devastating to the mental load.

And there are even details that no one notices!

That is after every successful attack of "The World"!

The tiny kryptonite mark on its right shoulder, its dark green light deepened strangely and stared!

It was greedily absorbing Clark's pain and the life energy that was forcibly shaken and dissipated from his body!

This is a hidden 'echo'.

Feeding this plundered power back to Dio, it silently penetrated and stimulated his muscles and bones, bringing a morbid fullness!

"Clark! My hands hurt today! My heart is shaking! I'm so high."

"Dior."

"?"

A deep voice instantly split Dio's mind, which was filled with ecstasy and desire to attack!

"What are you doing."

"?!"

next moment!

The purple fist tightly grasped the world's hands, making him unable to move!

"Dad, dad."

Dio swallowed his saliva and saw that Locke had stood at the side like an iron tower, his face as solemn as cold iron.

"We'll talk about it later."

Locke frowned.

He just caught the unusually active energy fluctuations in the air.

So he hurried over, and as soon as he entered the barn, he saw Dio beating Clark.

"Star Platinum."

After receiving the order, the purple figure nodded slightly.

But it did not launch an attack. Instead, it wrapped a thick finger with a thick, steady layer of Gen earth energy that seemed to carry the power of a mountain!

Then, with unparalleled suppressive power, he quickly tapped the right shoulder of "The World" that was greedily absorbing spiritual energy.

Emitting an ominous glow.

Kryptonite Center!

Eight Diagrams: Genshan

Om-!

The dark golden aura instantly penetrated and enveloped the fragment like a living thing!

It didn't destroy it, but absorbed it instantly!

The dangerous green energy was transformed into the purest and thickest earth energy like a sponge absorbing water, and absorbed into Locke's body!

At the same time, an invisible energy barrier was condensed!

It turned into the strongest dam, completely isolating the torrent of mental power that Dio was madly pouring in!

"Uh!"

Dio groaned as if he had been hit hard!

The deadly green light on the mark suddenly dimmed and became silent, like a spark that had been extinguished.

However, the backlash of the forcible severing of the mental connection, coupled with the huge amount of mental power that was instantly drained, made him feel as if his brain was hollowed out, causing him severe pain and dizziness, and his vision went black.

His whole body was shaking violently and uncontrollably, and he staggered back a step, his back hitting the rough wooden boards of the barn. The cold sweat instantly soaked his inner clothes, sticking to his skin and bringing a biting chill.

Just now…

what happened?

That desperate, crazy thought of just wanting to watch Clark struggle in pain...

That twisted pleasure of dominating power and trampling on the strong...

Is it really me?

A cold fear instantly gripped him. What on earth had seduced him just now?!

"Clark?!"

Dio's voice was trembling uncontrollably, and the look he gave Clark was filled with panic and confusion.

Holding the boy who was pale, holding his burning chest and gasping for breath, Locke said nothing and punched the wall of the barn with his backhand!

Boom!

A huge hole appeared in the thick brick wall!

The warm golden afterglow of the winter afternoon poured in like the light of salvation, gently falling on Clark.

After doing all this, Locke placed his broad and warm palm on Clark, and the dark golden earth energy flowed gently and steadily, carefully sensing the situation inside his body.

After a moment, his tense face relaxed slightly.

"It's okay, Dio, Clark is okay." Locke breathed a sigh of relief as he glanced at the terrified Dio and the painfully gasping Clark, whose eyes were gradually clearing. "Everyone is okay."

"Just a little accident."

"Whoo~"

After recovering in the sun, Clark breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Dio's pale face, then at Uncle Locke's serious expression, his blue eyes filled with worry. "Dio... are you okay? That just now..."

"I'm fine, Clark."

Leaning against the rough wooden boards of the barn, Dio gasped, his tone full of confusion, "Dad, what happened to me just now..."

"That's not you, Dio." Rubbing his golden head, Locke said seriously, "That power comes from the green stone. You may be controlled by it."

"From now on, unless it's absolutely necessary, never actively infuse your mental energy into the stone again."

"It's tempting you to stimulate it, Dio."

"While the power it brings is real, the price..."

"It's also true."

"Ah."

Dio nodded, not commenting on his father's words.

because…

He just shook...

He no longer has confidence in his own strength...

Only then was he seduced by the inexplicable attraction emanating from the stone, and unconsciously injected his mental power into it as if possessed by a ghost.

Looking at the silent Dio, Locke's lips curled up in helplessness.

"Don't think too much." He rubbed the boy's head gently. "Since it is in you, it means that it is your power, but you may not have mastered it yet."

"You're still young, Dio."

"And now I think what's more important is..."

Picking up the two children, Locke chuckled, "We should go eat."

-

into the night.

Watching Sarafiel spinning and rolling in the bathtub.

Locke: ………

so.

In the end, you still have to bathe Sarafiel yourself, right? —

【PS：】

[The childhood plot is almost over. ]

【Time is about to speed up! 】

【Made in Heaven! 】

Chapter 76 Brother? Why! Why!!

Four years.

For ordinary people, it may just be numbers turning over on the calendar.

But for Kent Farm, these four years seemed to be accelerated by some mysterious force.

The wheat waves are still golden, but the people standing on the ridges have quietly changed.

Clark stood in the field, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined and powerful forearm muscles. In one hand, he carried a bundle of wheat straw half a man's height, as easily as if it were a bag of cotton.

"Wow--"

Throw it to the edge of the field and stack it into neat squares with precision.

The sunlight cast a honey-colored hue on his sweaty neck, and his blue eyes were as bright as the clear sky under his straw hat.

"Clark!"

An old but loud voice came from the edge of the field.

"Grandpa Bob!" Clark looked up when he heard the voice, a bright smile on his face.

Four years have transformed the young boy into a tall and straight young man.

It was so high that even Old Bob had to look up at him.