In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

You know, thermal vision is also a type of light energy.

Jonathan's ability of [Light Reaction] is to absorb any light source and recharge itself to form energy and oxygen.

Let’s not talk about the formation of oxygen for now, but the key point is that the energy Jonathan charges is not used for conversion, but directly provides energy for cell evolution.

So… for Jonathan, this is all real nourishment.

It's like feeding Godzilla a nuclear bomb.

"Give me more!"

Jonathan shouted excitedly, his voice filled with an almost paranoid desire.

The black radiation began to co-evolve with the energy Jonathan absorbed, the liquefied petroleum rolled and boiled, and as the red energy continued to be absorbed, scarlet streaks began to spread across the surface.

But Clark still insisted on his guess and continued to increase the power of his thermal vision. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the power of his thermal vision increased layer by layer.

The air twisted under the high temperature, making a sharp whistling sound.

The red heat rays tore through the sky, leaving twisted heat marks in the air.

But for Jonathan, this destructive energy was almost the most delicious nectar. Every cell in his body was cheering and greedily devouring this deadly stream of light.

As energy continued to flow in, Jonathan's entire body felt as if it was boiling and soaring, and his body was becoming stronger and more energetic at a very fast speed.

High in the sky, two figures flickered among the red clouds.

Clark's condition at the moment was not very good. Due to the continuous and massive output of energy, he had now reached the edge of his limit.

The continuous high-intensity confrontations have caused his physical strength to drain away as quickly as melting snow. He looks shaky, his eyes are unfocused, and his breathing has become rapid and irregular.

Clark's cloak fluttered in the high-altitude air currents, and he could only try hard to maintain his flying posture, but Jonathan could see that he was almost in a state of exhaustion.

"That's what I told you... Even if you are DC's biological son, there will always be a day when you will be squeezed dry..."

Having complained here, a hint of teasing suddenly flashed in Jonathan's eyes.

He did not continue to pursue the victory, but instead showed a strange and deep smile, then he raised his arm slightly and took out a seemingly ordinary breathing mask from the system space.

This was exactly the exclusive breathing mask he had taken off earlier.

Its surface is engraved with intricate Kryptonian technological patterns, reflecting a cold metallic light in the sunlight.

Dark red energy veins meander across the surface of the breathing mask like blood vessels.

The principle is that Krypton scientists have built a sophisticated gas filtration and conversion system at the microscopic level, which can decompose and reorganize any harmful substances in an instant.

It is also a protective device specially made to adapt to the atmospheric environment of this blue planet.

However, this breathing mask is filled with a mixed gas that is more suitable for the atmosphere of Krypton.

It's basically the same effect as kryptonite.

Normal Kryptonians have no adverse reactions before being exposed to the yellow sun, but they have a strong rejection of Kryptonian creatures that have been exposed to the yellow sun.

This leads to another use of it.

I'm under anesthesia, baby...

Jonathan ran his fingers lightly over the surface of the respirator.

Just when Clark was briefly distracted by extreme fatigue, Jonathan took decisive action.

His movements were extremely fast, and before Clark's drowsy consciousness could react, the cold breathing mask had been accurately buckled on his face.

"Suprise is so fucking stupid..."

The sudden attack caught Clark off guard.

The panic at that moment made him lose his usual calmness, and driven by instinct, he subconsciously took a deep breath.

The next second, the mixed gas simulating the Kryptonian environment penetrated into his lungs at lightning speed.

That feeling was like millions of poisoned needles piercing into the blood vessels at the same time, and like countless tiny sparks splashing everywhere in the body.

Every heartbeat pumped this unknown substance throughout the body, making the pain more and more unbearable.

It is no exaggeration to say that Clark felt that all the strength in his body was drained away in an instant, and even the most basic muscle control ability was rapidly lost.

His super senses began to become disordered, his vision became blurry, and the sounds in his ears were sometimes far away and sometimes near.

It feels like the connection between consciousness and body is being disconnected bit by bit.

At this moment, the originally stable flying state collapsed instantly, and his body began to fall uncontrollably.

The body that once could easily break the sound barrier could no longer maintain even the most basic balance.

The strong wind in the sky was whistling in his ears, but Clark could no longer feel its presence.

His consciousness was rapidly blurring, his thoughts were becoming sluggish, and even his last instinct for survival was dulled by the poison gas.

He wanted to mobilize the remaining energy in his body, but found it so difficult to even lift a finger.

Soon, his body fell straight to the ground like a helpless fallen leaf under the pull of gravity.

"I can't let you fall to death... My Life Code is still on you."

Jonathan was prepared and caught Clark who was falling from the sky steadily, neither hurried nor slow.

Soon, Jonathan gently placed Clark's unconscious body on a flat rock.

With his back against the cold stone, a hint of coolness maintained Clark's consciousness, which was rapidly fading away like the receding tide.

He tried desperately to struggle, trying to mobilize the last bit of strength in his body, but his body seemed to be firmly grasped by a kind of restraint, and even the slightest reaction required a huge amount of effort.

This feeling of being completely controlled and deprived of power was something Clark had never experienced before.

The unprecedented weakness and helplessness made Clark fall into deep despair.

His vision gradually blurred and his consciousness continued to sink.

Clark seemed to see Jonathan looking down at him. The faint smile on the other's face was particularly dazzling in his increasingly dim vision.

"you……"

He uttered a word with difficulty, staring at Jonathan with the last of his strength.

Jonathan looked down at Clark, a smile of revenge on his lips.

"Feeling weak?"

"It's normal to be weak... Just bear with it. Why didn't you think of holding back when hitting me just now?"

"In fact... I have no ill will towards you. I just didn't expect you to be so excited. This is the only thing I can do."

Jonathan shrugged, looking helpless.

If Clark wasn't in a weak state at the moment, he really wanted to go up and give him two headbutts and laser eyes to repair his face.