In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

The wide valley surrounded by mountains is quiet and empty.

The summer sun shines on the lush grass, and the breeze blows, creating waves of green ripples.

The outlines of the mountains in the distance are clearly visible in the sunlight.

A few thin clouds float lazily across the blue sky, adding a touch of dynamic beauty to this peaceful world.

Clark stood in the middle of the valley, his hands hanging naturally, his eyes fixed on Jonathan who was walking slowly not far away.

His body seemed relaxed, but in fact every muscle was on alert, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

The breeze blew up the corners of his clothes, casting a swaying shadow in the sunlight.

Jonathan was wearing his newly bought dark suit as usual, walking steadily with an elusive smile on his face.

His whole demeanor was that of a gentleman attending an afternoon tea party, without any hint of hostility or threat.

When Jonathan learned today that Clark wanted to date him, he had already roughly guessed in his heart -

Today is not just any simple meeting.

Moreover, the place Clark chose was in this sparsely populated valley.

Doesn't the words clearly show that -

If there is nothing to talk about, then we can only fight.

But would Jonathan be afraid?

Obviously, with all of Jonathan's abilities combined, it would be easy for him to defeat Superman, who has not yet fully absorbed the energy of the Mother Box.

Just relying on those few weird abilities and forms, they are a natural nemesis to Superman.

So, not only was Jonathan not afraid, he also took a taxi here leisurely, acting like a gentleman.

And just as Jonathan thought, Clark chose this place to get away from the city.

After all, facing a Kryptonian like himself, Clark had no idea how strong the other person was.

If a fight breaks out, no civilians will be involved here, and he can fully utilize this open area to his advantage, making it easier to observe the opponent's every move.

Anyway, it will be good for him no matter what.

The rock walls surrounding the valley acted like a natural barrier, completely isolating this space from the outside world and forming an ideal confrontation site for Clark.

"You finally came."

Clark went straight to the point, his voice carrying a hint of suppression, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.

"I came on time, so I'm not late."

But Clark was in no mood for Jonathan's quips.

"I want to know, what is your purpose in finding me?"

The questioning tone broke the tranquility of the valley and stirred a faint echo in the empty environment.

Jonathan did not pause, still maintaining a leisurely pace, as if he was completely unaware of the hostility in Clark's words.

"Why does it have to have a purpose?"

Jonathan said with a chuckle.

"I am just one of your kind, and I just want to be friends with you."

In fact, Jonathan really thought so.

He came here with only one goal, which was to obtain the other party's Life Code and unlock the full potential of his Kryptonian body.

But Jonathan didn't want to rob by force, as doing so would only result in having another superhero as an enemy.

Only those who are sick should try it.

"Stop acting."

Clark interrupted him coldly, anger barely concealed in his voice.

He took a step forward.

"I already know your true identity, and I also know that General Zod is targeting me."

He paused, his eyes sharp, trying to see through Jonathan's carefully woven disguise.

"Tell me, were you sent by General Zod?"

A breeze blew across the valley, lifting the hems of their clothes. In the distance, the clouds gradually thickened, casting a large shadow.

"It seems you already know a lot."

"In that case, there's no need for me to keep it secret... But you may have misunderstood something. I really have no ill will towards you."

In fact, in the past few days, Jonathan has been continuously collecting information about the policies between countries on Earth through the Krypton probe on the ground.

Every policy and law was analyzed and organized in detail, and then transmitted to General Zod's command ship in a distant galaxy via a quantum communication device.

However, as a tough soldier, Zod always frowned when reviewing these materials.

In his view, these systems full of humanistic considerations were too weak and powerless and could not achieve the perfect order in his mind.

Of all the political systems, only some of Germany's policies aroused his interest; its style of iron-fisted rule seemed to have something in common with his ideas.

But it didn't work in the end.

"Yes, I was sent by General Zod."

Jonathan looked straight at Clark and shrugged indifferently.

Hearing this, Clark clenched his fist unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

"So, you also know that I carry the Kryptonian Life Codex on me, right?"

Clark's voice was low and oppressive, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"of course."

Jonathan nodded again.

"The Code of Life, the essence of Kryptonian civilization, the future of the entire race rests in your hands..."

"So you came here for this too?"

"Correct."

At this time, the air in the valley suddenly became heavy.

The flocks of birds in the distance sensed the impending danger and flew away.

Clark took a deep breath and his eyes became firm and cold.

"In that case, there is no need to talk anymore."

Before he finished speaking, a strong energy wave suddenly burst out from Clark's body, turning into an air wave that soared into the sky with his body as the center.

His arms suddenly opened wide, and the uniform on his body instantly turned into pieces under this force, revealing the dark blue battle suit underneath.

The "S"-shaped logo on the chest sparkles in the sun.

"No... Did you misunderstand something..."

Clark did not respond to Jonathan's words, but instead launched an attack.

"Shh-"

His figure left a blue afterimage in the air and instantly appeared in front of Jonathan.

A heavy punch, accompanied by a sonic boom, hit the opponent.

This is... a fatal move?

But Jonathan's response was just as swift.

The black radiation seemed to have its own consciousness, forming a shield at the moment the fist was about to hit.