When the soul lost control of the body, a lot of troublesome things would happen, especially when one's self-consciousness was mixed in the body. Feeling that one's body was controlled by another chaotic will was definitely not a fun thing.
Because you don't know when the crazy soul will drag your body to see God, especially when facing a strong enemy.
"Look at you, are you being controlled by this black monster?"
In the Kansas wilderness, the young man with a cowboy hat casually avoided a heavy punch from Venom. The lightning-fast blow didn't even touch his body. He put his hands in his pockets as if he was playing a game. He looked at the disgusting Venom monster in front of him. He looked at the black scales covering the surface of the little spider's body and the white spots that make people lose their appetite. He shook his head:
"So pitiful …"
He took a step back, causing Venom's hands to miss. This made the black beast even angrier. It opened its arms, and the ground under its feet collapsed, causing it to move even faster. It waved its sharp claws and charged over again.
"Ao Ao Ao!"
Venom is a parasite, but it also has its own consciousness. When the little spider was in a state of chaos, it occupied his body in order to protect itself and really gave birth to its own soul. It could feel the contempt of the young man in front of it, which made it angry.
But this time, the young man didn't avoid it.
"Bang"
His feet sank into the ground like nails. Venom's left claw was held in his hand while his other arm blocked the right claw that was smashing down. The sharp claw was less than 20 centimeters away from his cheek, but it was as if it was made from heaven and could not be crossed by even an inch.
"This is not the place for you to make trouble!"
He grabbed Venom's two claws with his backhand, turned around, and threw it out like a boulder. Venom's body spun twice in the air and landed on the ground behind him. The young man's figure had disappeared in front of it. It subconsciously raised its head and saw the figure falling from the sky. His left hand was clenched into a fist like a hammer.
"Bang"
With a loud noise, Venom's body was immediately smashed to the ground. The scales on its head were smashed with a clear fist mark. The surrounding scales were blown away, and black liquid splashed in the air. This punch destroyed its defense that could resist large-caliber bullets head-on.
Venom struggled on the ground, making a sharp and harsh hiss. It wanted to escape. The existence in front of it was not something it could fight against. In the case of the little spider's body, it was difficult for it to exert the true potential of Spiderman. It was the instinct of all creatures to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. It wanted to run away.
But at the moment it rushed out, its neck was caught by an iron-like hand from behind. The young man reached out and pushed his cowboy hat, and his black eyes flashed with decisiveness.
"Bang"
Venom, who was strong enough to face the Crimson Mech head-on, was once again thrown to the ground. Dizzy, it was thrown to the side of a large rock. Then, it was hit by a storm of punches. Every punch was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and every punch sent Venom's broken scales flying in all directions. There were also smashed stones and debris in the air. A gust of wind blew in the surroundings. Venom, who could only scream in pain, was like a beast trapped in a trap. It did not know where to run even if it wanted to.
"This punch is for my frightened mother!"
"Bang"
"This punch is for the poor puppy you hurt!"
"Bang"
"The last punch is for the cow that you killed!"
"Bang"
The steel fist knocked away Venom's claw, and the boulder behind it was smashed into three pieces at this moment, as if it was hit by a bomb. The young man slowly retracted his left fist in the splashing dust. He was breathing a little fast, and the anger in his eyes was still there. But in the gravel under his feet, the completely defeated Venom slowly flowed down from Parker's body, just like the scene when it covered Parker's body.
It rolled carefully, shrank, and finally stopped on the completely torn Spider Suit.
The young man from Kansas looked at the unconscious Spiderman Parker at his feet. This guy is of the same age as him. It can be seen from his immature eyebrows that this guy is a few years younger than him. In the stormy beating just now, Parker's body was in a mess, but under the protection of Venom, his life was not in danger.
"Maybe I should really kill you."
The young man bent down, pulled Parker's arm up, and carried him on his back. He looked back at the wilderness that was completely destroyed by his battle with Venom and shook his head:
"Thank you, Dad, for teaching me to forgive."
He took out his cheap sunglasses from his pocket, put it on his face, and carried the unconscious Parker. His legs curled up slightly, and like a fired cannonball, he quickly flew into the sky and disappeared in an instant.
A few minutes later, his figure appeared on the edge of Kent's farm. He hummed a pop song and was about to open the door, but at this moment, his ears twitched. In his home, other than his mother's voice, there seemed to be someone else. They were talking happily, but for this slightly autistic young man, this didn't seem to be good news.
He hesitated outside the door for a few minutes, and finally reached out to push open the farm door and walked into his home.
"Mom, I'm back."
He took off his cowboy hat and hung it on the wall, turned his head and threw the unconscious Parker on the sofa, then looked back at his mother. Mrs. Kent was sitting at the dining table with an expectant face, and in front of her, there were already four plates of delicious dishes.
"Come, Clark, my son. Come and try this authentic Chinese food. It's a delicacy that you can't even find in Kansas City."
Mrs. Kent greeted her son enthusiastically. The latter was a little confused. When he sat down on the chair, Seiber, who was wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup. Then, he saw the black-haired young man and Parker, who was thrown on the sofa.
"Who are you?"
Clark Kent looked at Saber with a suspicious gaze. The latter put the fragrant fish soup on the table, opened the soup bowl amidst Mrs. Kent's exclamation, then took off his apron and said to the young man, "I'm his cousin.
I came here specifically to look for him, and then I heard that he was causing trouble at your house … "
"Mr. Saber will compensate his cousin for the damage he caused, my son."
Mrs. Kent reached out to hold her son's hand and began a long pre-meal prayer, but the young man didn't follow suit. Instead, he turned to look at Saber.
"Are you really his cousin?"
"Of course I am."
Saber pursed his lips and reached out to the young man. He lowered his voice and said, "I know everything about him … including the damned things that happened to him."
"Oh?"
Clark Kent reached out and grabbed Seiber's hand. In an instant, he felt the strength coming from Seiber's hand. It was a strength that he had never felt in his 24 years of life. Even with his physique, he could feel a trace of pain. This made his expression change. He was about to go berserk to protect his mother from this dangerous stranger.
But the next moment, Saber's left hand pressed down on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Clark. I mean you no harm. After this meal, I'll take my cousin and leave this place. We won't stay for a second longer. Like me, you have to protect your family, don't you think so?"
Clark, who had special abilities, looked at Saber suspiciously, then at the fragrant food in front of him. He whispered, "Okay, I'll leave this place.
"Alright, it's just a meal. We'll leave after eating. We don't like strangers here."
Seiber's culinary skills were outstanding, and everyone around him agreed with him. Delicacies from foreign lands were naturally able to capture the hearts of ordinary people. For example, Mrs. Kent enjoyed her meal very much. She finished the fish soup in her hand and put down the bowl in satisfaction. She glanced at her silent son, and then at Seiber. She coughed lightly and said, "I'm sorry.
"Ahem, Clark, can you take Jesse to see a pet doctor? Poor little guy, he's limping. "
After hearing this, Saber stood up and said very politely, "This trouble is caused by my cousin. I'll go with you. I promised to compensate him for the loss."
"But I can't leave him here alone, Mom. He's dangerous to ordinary people."
Clark pointed at Parker, who had fainted on the sofa. He said to Mrs. Kent, "I'll send the two of them off first. I'll take Jesse to the pet doctor tomorrow."
"You don't have to worry about that, Mr. Kent. I can guarantee that my cousin won't hurt your family."
Saber flicked his finger in the air, and three orange flame chains bound Parker's body to the ground. He turned his head to look at the surprised Clark Kent, then looked at the calm Mrs. Kent, and spread his hands.
"Okay, Clark, let's be honest. You see, I'm also a mutant like you. Mrs. Kent already knows this. I'm also a psychologist. Yes, the very professional kind. So your mother asked me to help you with psychological counseling. But no matter the result, I'll take my cousin away. That's how it is."
"Damn it! I don't need any psychological counseling! "
Clark Kent clenched his fists in frustration. "I don't like to bare my heart to strangers. You can leave now! Don't disturb my life again! "
"Or I'll send you away with my fists!"
"Clark!"
Mrs. Kent's voice rose three octaves. She looked at her son and said angrily, "You won't even listen to me?"
"But Mom, I …"
Clark Kent was about to refuse when Mrs. Kent's expression turned sad. She walked to her son's side and reached out to touch his face.
"Ever since your father left, you've been trapped in self-blame and pain. I've seen it all. My son, I'll leave you one day. When that time comes, who will comfort your soul? Listen, child, I just don't want you to continue suffering. I can understand that you don't want to communicate with ordinary people, but Mr. Saber isn't an ordinary person. It's God's will for him to come to our house on this day. Clark, just treat it as if it's for me, okay?"
In the face of his mother's pleas, Clark's expression changed a few times. Finally, he sighed.
"Okay, but just this once."
He stood up, took the cowboy hat from the wall, and said goodbye to Mrs. Kent. After he walked out of the room, he turned his head to look at Saber. He stood there with his hands on his hips and said rudely in a low voice,
"I don't care who you are, and I don't care what kind of magic potion you fed my mother. Listen, go tell her that I'm mentally fine now, and then leave with your shitty cousin!"
In the face of this rude reaction, Saber shrugged.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. You see, I can't let a powerful compatriot wander outside. You have to know, for a mutant like you, staying with Mrs. Kent is the most dangerous. There are many forces in this world that are hostile to mutants, especially when you easily expose your weakness. Listen, child …"
Saber extended his hand and pointed at Kent. "I'm helping you. I'm serious!"
"Put away your good intentions, Mr. Saber."
Kent's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "I'm not your compatriot. I'm not a modern nomad who doesn't even have his own civilization and culture!"
"I know … Clark, I know, for a young man like you, it's always hard to find out that you're a mutant. But when we encounter trouble, we have to face it, not run away, so …"
Seiber tried to persuade the young man in front of him, but Clark grabbed his arm, and the two of them shot up into the sky under the guidance of an invisible force.
"Listen, Saber. I've said it before, I'm not your compatriot!"
Clark looked back at Kent's farm, which was getting smaller and smaller in his field of vision. He said in a low voice, "I'm not a mutant, and I'm not from this world. My mother may not have told you the truth for some reason, but I'll tell you. I'm from the stars. I'll use the truth to prove it."
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