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Clark put on the watch and, with just a thought, a suit identical to Jor-El's appeared on his body. Unlike Jor-El's, however, Clark's version came with a dark red cape that swayed gently behind him.
Clark looked down at the suit, a smile appearing on his face.
It was a gift from his home planet.
"Kal, you look great in it," Jor-El said as he looked him over, nodding with satisfaction.
"Thank you," Clark replied, then turned toward Mike—only for his eye to twitch slightly.
He saw Mike pressing each of the wristwatch-like suits one by one, and with each press, they vanished.
Clark chuckled and shook his head, while Jor-El watched the incredible scene with amazement.
Was this the extraordinary power Mike had mentioned?
Mike grinned as he picked up one of the watches and slipped it on his wrist. Instantly, he felt something connect with him.
With a single thought, a suit identical to Clark's appeared on Mike's body.
Mike glanced down, then imagined something. Instantly, the suit on his body began to change.
Within seconds, Mike's suit had transformed completely.
It was now pitch black, with the exception of the gray backdrop behind the "S" emblem on his chest. The rest of the suit—including the cape—was pure black.
Mike chuckled and explained, "I'm getting older. Bright colors like Clark's don't suit me anymore."
Jor-El gave a faint smile. When he saw the emblem on Mike's chest, he couldn't help but say, "Thank you."
"No, I should be thanking you—for such an incredible gift."
Mike ran his hand over the suit, smiling with delight, and then turned to Clark. "Wanna give it a try?"
Clark's eyes lit up at those words, and he nodded eagerly, clearly itching to get started.
"We'll have to head out first," Mike said, giving Clark a wink. "S.H.I.E.L.D. came here for nothing."
Clark's lips curled into a slight smile. He turned to Jor-El and asked, "Excuse me, how do you pilot this ship?"
"I can control it directly."
As soon as Jor-El spoke, the spaceship began to tremble slightly.
The hatch closed, and the vessel, like a beast breaking free from its restraints, surged out from beneath the ice.
Chunks of thick ice slid off the ship's surface, crashing loudly to the ground and shattering into pieces. Blown by fierce winds, shards of ice scattered wildly through the air, blanketing the world in a sea of white.
At the distant S.H.I.E.L.D. encampment, the explosion of sound caused a flurry of activity.
Tons of agents rushed out, only to stare wide-eyed and slack-jawed as they watched the spaceship rise from beneath the ice.
Was this what they'd been searching for?
Why did it suddenly fly off?
They hadn't even started their investigation—and now it was over?
Where did this thing come from—and where was it going?
A storm of question marks filled their minds.
In the blink of an eye, the ship zoomed off into the distance.
Within seconds, it had shrunk to a mere dot in the sky before vanishing completely.
By the time the spaceship landed again, it had moved far away from the S.H.I.E.L.D. camp and was once more hidden deep within the Arctic's icy wilderness.
The hatch opened, and two figures stepped out.
From within the ship, unable to leave it himself, Jor-El watched them with eyes full of anticipation.
Clark's strength had exceeded his expectations, and now he wanted to see just how powerful his son truly was.
The quickest way to find out? A battle.
The frigid wind howled as Mike and Clark stood facing one another, their capes flapping like swirling clouds behind them.
"Come on!" Mike called, motioning with his hand.
Clark rolled his wrists and said with a grin, "I won't go easy on you, old man."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Clark's red cape became a streak of color, vanishing in a blur.
In the next instant—
BOOM!
With a thunderous crash, Clark's fist smashed into Mike's raised arm. A shockwave rippled outward, and cracks like spiderwebs splintered across the ice beneath their feet.
Whoosh!
Mike's feet scraped across the ground as his body slid backward, carving twin trenches into the ice. Shards of frozen debris scattered everywhere, and a cloud of misty frost trailed in his wake.
Grinning, Mike looked at Clark—and vanished in a blink.
BOOM!
An explosive sound rang out as their impact tore through the icy fog, scattering it with a gust of wind.
"Not bad, kid," Mike said with a smile as he grappled with Clark mid-air.
Clark replied, "I—"
Before he could finish, a brutal knee strike slammed into his chest, sending him hurtling skyward.
Wincing slightly, Clark caught a glimpse of Mike disappearing from his previous position, and without hesitation, he spun around and threw a punch.
Bang!
Mike caught the punch in his palm. But the moment he saw Clark's eyes light up with a familiar glow, his brows twitched, and he flung Clark aside.
A blast of searing heat vision scorched the ground, carving a glowing trench into the frozen earth.
"Whoa!" Mike shouted. "Using that move already?"
Clark smirked and shrugged. "You started it, remember?"
The two clenched their fists—and vanished.
BOOM! BOOM!
Thunderous explosions echoed through the sky like claps of lightning. In midair, only two blurs—one red and one black—could be seen clashing violently again and again.
Each collision sent shockwaves and gusts tearing through the landscape, leveling everything in their path.
The ground split open, glaciers collapsed, and massive craters spiderwebbed across the Arctic terrain.
Suddenly, still locked in combat, the two plummeted from the sky like meteorites.
RUMBLE!
A towering glacier shattered as they crashed through it, exploding into countless shards of ice before they slammed into the ground with earth-shaking force.
BOOM!
The impact left a crater dozens of meters wide beneath them, with jagged cracks stretching outward like the gaping maws of monsters.
Several seconds passed before father and son rose from the debris and embraced, breaking into uncontrollable laughter.
But when they looked around at the devastation they'd caused, Clark scratched the back of his head awkwardly and said, "I think we may have overdone it…"
CRACK!
With a deep rumble, a nearby fractured ice hill collapsed completely. Not far away, a stunned polar bear let out a startled cry and bolted into the distance.
The two looked at each other… and coughed lightly.
Yeah—they might've wrecked the environment a bit.
After a moment of thought, Mike dismissed his suit and turned to Clark. "Wanna help clean this up?"
Clark blinked. "How?"
A card shimmered to life at Mike's fingertips as he smiled. "Leave it to me."
Name: Kuzan
Profile: A Marine Admiral and wielder of the Ice-Ice Fruit. Exceptionally powerful. Known as Aokiji.
Note: "Nice weather today. Wanna go for a bike ride?"
The card dissolved into glowing particles, and a translucent figure appeared behind Mike.
Tall, draped in a Marine coat, with a green visor covering his brow and half-lidded eyes that looked ready to fall asleep at any moment.
The figure turned to light and surged into Mike's body.
Mike closed his eyes to feel the surge of power. Then, kneeling, he pressed one palm to the ground.
With a soft exhale, frost began to spread outward from his hand, rapidly covering the broken terrain in ice once more.
(End of Chapter)