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After noticing the pursuit from behind, Clark did not take action directly, but chose the way of life that his adoptive father had taught him -

Be low-key and cautious, and don't expose your abilities in front of others.

In short, hide if you can and develop in a sneaky way.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace slightly, pretending not to notice anything, and turned into a slightly secluded corner.

This was an instinctive reaction to his years of hiding his abilities, unwilling to reveal anything unusual in public.

After all, the relevant departments here have a well-developed sense of smell, and Clark doesn't want to be caught and put in jail.

The dusk of the city shrouded the streets, and the dim street lights outlined vague shadows.

The buildings on both sides are getting lower and lower, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the sidewalks.

Despite this, Clark remained calm and even deliberately slowed down his pace, pretending to be unaware of his surroundings.

However, Bruce, who is well versed in psychology, is very shrewd.

In his eyes, Clark's little trick was just an attempt to cover up his crime.

The more the other party tried to get away, the more suspicious Bruce became.

Then he became alert and quickened his pace slowly, always keeping track of Clark.

Bruce knew very well that the more you wanted to hide something, the easier it would be to expose yourself.

At this moment, the street became increasingly quiet, as if the only sounds left were the two people's footsteps approaching yet not approaching.

Clark walked slower and slower, his keen intuition began to give him warnings.

The alley became narrower and narrower, and the old brick walls on both sides slowly closed as if they had come alive, squeezing Clark's space bit by bit.

Ok?

dead end?

He paused for a moment before slowly realizing that he had been deliberately led into this dead end.

It seems... the other party came prepared...

If that’s the case, let’s see who it is.

Thinking of this, Clark slowly turned around and faced the pursuer behind him.

At this moment, Bruce had already put on his iconic bat suit, and the pure black tactical equipment seemed to blend into the darkness.

The heavy leather bulletproof armor exudes a suffocating sense of oppression in the dim alley, and the unique outline of Gotham's "Dark Knight" is faintly visible under the dim street lights.

The part of his face revealed under the helmet was as cold as a knife, and Bruce's eyes were like sharp steel needles, nailing Clark firmly in place.

Time seems to be frozen in this moment.

"I don't care who you are..."

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Clark was the first to break the silence and spoke in a deep voice, with a sharp warning in his tone.

"It is absolutely not a wise move to try to stalk me... I advise you to stop immediately, otherwise you will suffer the consequences."

Before he finished speaking, a fierce aura emanated from his body.

The pair of eyes that seemed gentle on weekdays had now become as hard as steel, and were also looking directly at the other person.

Bruce's ability to judge people has always been very accurate. After a simple scan of Clark, he has basically determined in his mind -

This seemingly ordinary reporter is by no means an ordinary person.

What is hidden?

Thinking of this, Bruce's right hand took out a few bat darts from his waist at incredible speed. The cold light flashed and shot straight at Clark.

However, these speeding darts were almost still in Clark's extreme perception, and time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

Thanks to the Kryptonian's extraordinary physique, after absorbing the yellow sun for 25 years, he has already evolved to an extremely abnormal level.

He could clearly capture the subtle trajectory of every weapon.

The silver blade was like an icy swordfish swimming slowly in the night sky, accurately passing through his body, with each dart only a hair's breadth away from his skin.

What looks like a deviation is actually a slight adjustment made by Clark at random.

Clark's body was strong enough for him to withstand it, but he was not sure if it was contaminated with any poison.

Although the poison still couldn't harm him, Clark didn't want to fall into it.

It is all about vigilance.

At this moment, Bruce in the distance seized the fleeting opportunity, his whole body tensed up instantly, and his muscles burst out with amazing explosive power like steel.

He rushed towards Clark like a hunting black panther, and his right fist, which was charged with energy, broke through the air and drew a sharp arc, heading straight towards Clark.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the only remaining sound was the sharp whistling of fists breaking through the air.

As Batman, Bruce Wayne has already honed his fighting skills to the pinnacle.

Under the devilish training of the Ninja Master in his early years, his fighting skills integrated those of various countries and factions, and every move he made was as cold and rational as a precision instrument.

This punch embodies his extremely rich practical experience and combat intuition.

The precision of the force and the tricky angle are enough to defeat most opponents in an instant.

But the opponent Bruce faced today was not an easy one.

"Boom!"

Clark simply raised his hand steadily and caught Bruce's fist nonchalantly.

At that moment, Bruce seemed to feel that his fist was hitting an indestructible steel wall.

The power displayed by Clark is like the vast ocean, unfathomable and boundless.

not right...

In a flash, Bruce's brain was like a high-speed computer, quickly analyzing the opponent in front of him.

The disparity in power...

The firmness of Clark's muscles and the explosive power contained in his stance indicate that his strength is far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Bruce knew very well that in the face of such an absolute power gap, any hand-to-hand confrontation would be futile.

Therefore, he chose to change his strategy and seek other possibilities to subdue the opponent.

The air froze at this moment.

Bruce's eyes flashed with determination, and he quickly pulled it off with his right hand, then raised the Taser hidden on his right arm and pulled the trigger.

With a "hissing" sound, the electric current cut through the air and hit Clark directly.

This Taser gun has been specially modified by Bruce, and the current intensity is enough to make an ordinary person lose consciousness instantly and fall to the ground paralyzed.

"Shoot-"

The electric current tore through the air, and the blue-white electric light was like a violent snake tongue, carrying an astonishingly high voltage, hitting Clark accurately.

The surrounding air became scorched and distorted at this moment, and electric currents spread wildly.

Seeing this, Bruce's eyes flashed with anticipation.

However, Clark stood still like a statue.

The lightning raged on his body, but it was like a warm spring breeze, and even the corners of his clothes did not tremble at all.

What was outrageous was that he didn't even frown, as if the attack was just a tickle and insignificant.

How can it be?

Bruce's pupils contracted instantly, and a chill rushed from his spine to his forehead.

Bruce's heart sank, and he felt something was wrong.

Since electric shock doesn't work... try this!

Thinking of this, Bruce's adrenaline surged instantly, and he moved as fast as lightning, pulling out a delicate anesthetic needle from his waist.

The silver needle flashed a cold light under the dim light.

Bruce took a deep breath and stabbed Clark's jugular artery.