I, the younger brother of Superman, got the Thanos template

Chapter 72 Whitney's Abilities (Two in One)

Whitney blocked the way of David and Clark with a cold expression.

"Whitney, what do you want to do?"

Being stopped at the door of the house, Clark looked alert with surprise.

"It's not obvious. In the war surrounding Lana, he can't beat you, so he plans to use other methods."

David doesn't understand that Clark's character is shy and honest, and he hardly understands romance. Whitney is also a typical handsome blond guy. He doesn't lose much in appearance and has a previous relationship foundation. He can't compete with him. Clark, too, was a failure.

"Clark, I advised you.

I can't blame me for what happened today. "

Taking his hands out of his pockets, Whitney clenched his fists and gritted his teeth coldly, like a beast about to attack.

"Whitney, what gave you the courage to appear in front of my house with this posture."

Turning a blind eye to his attacking gesture, David looked Whitney up and down, his tone seemed puzzled.

Whitney admittedly felt a little intimidated by David after being handed a party by David at a bar with a few other football players, but that was in the past.

"I admit that you are very good at fighting, but you can't even touch a hair of mine now."

Whitney sneered and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the fluorescent tattoos hidden under his clothes.

After joining that team, this tattoo gave him strength and abilities that ordinary people don't have.

"Whitney, even if you beat me up, it won't change anything."

Under the radiation of the meteorite alone, the super power of the Clark Kryptonian quickly dissipated, his feet felt weak, and he looked uncomfortable, trying to persuade him.

"Your solution is exactly what Lana doesn't like."

"I'll call first."

Clark's words were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. Jealousy flashed in Whitney's eyes, and he punched Clark who didn't know what happened.

David took a step forward, trying to block Clark's punch that wasn't even a tickle for him.

"Just show you my strength.

See how I taught your disobedient brother in front of you! "

Whitney, who raised his fist, smiled contemptuously, his body passed through him like a phantom, and punched Clark in the head.

"Ok?"

David turned his head and frowned. Whitney's rapid movements seemed to him to be a silent movie slowed down by more than ten times.

He disappeared on the spot in a flash, and took Clark to a distance of 30 meters in the blink of an eye.

With a punch that was bound to be won, Whitney punched out suddenly, and the two brothers disappeared before their eyes, and went to the distance like ghosts.

His face changed, and he took a deep breath, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"You... how did you do it?"

"Whitney, your body?..."

Staying away from the kryptonite tattoo, Clark regained some strength and was equally astonished to remember the scene when Whitney ghostly passed through his brother.

"Are you okay, David." He hurriedly turned his head and asked if David, who had been pierced through his body, felt any discomfort.

"fine."

David replied briefly, looking at Whitney who was stunned in the distance and raised his eyebrows.

Whitney also gained powers due to meteorites.

This is not so surprising.

"Other people in the town can gain abilities due to the meteorite, how can Clark, the son of DC's love rival, be ordinary and not be disturbed by fate.

And the ability that Whitney got seems to have a unique advantage! "

"You also have superpowers? Do you have tattoos too?"

The weak Clark was ignored, and Whitney stared at David in surprise and anger.

He remembered that he and his team members were knocked down by this kid who had acquired special abilities, and they were humiliated in front of everyone.

"I finally understand how you defeated us!"

What tattoo did Whitney think gave him his powers?

"Don't think of me like you meteorite freaks."

David glanced at the tattoo on Whitney's wrist, his eyes moving slightly.

"Could it be that someone has discovered the effect of kryptonite fluorescence, and developed a special tattoo out of their own cleverness?"

How many people are tattooed?Couldn't it be that a large number of capable people have been born in the town now?
"Wait until I knock you down, and see if you can maintain this superior posture!"

Whitney rushed over like an angry bull.

call out!
David kicked a stone under his feet.

The stones on the road were shot out like bullets, but passed through Whitney's body without causing him any harm. Whitney smiled dismissively and continued to rush forward.

"It's useless, you can't hurt me at all!"

"Is it possible to precisely control the ability to let the stone pass through? Or do you not need to control it at all."

He raised his eyelids, appeared behind Whitney in a flash, and swung his knife to chop down.

It was impossible for Whitney to react at the speed of use, and the result was like smashing through a projection, with no effort.

call out!
There was a sharp sound.

After David finished punching, Whitney realized it belatedly. He turned his head suddenly and saw David behind him.

David moved tens of meters away in a flash without any effort, and took the time to observe him.

Whitney, feeling like a monkey being teased, groaned angrily.

"If you have the ability to stand in place and hide around, what is your skill?"

But David ignored him at all.

"Isn't it an ability that needs to be maintained from time to time, is it passive?" His eyes pondered.

Whitney gained the ability, although she didn't have the speed and strength of previous ability users, and she was no better than ordinary people.

"But in terms of defense, it is unique!"

It directly turns into a phantom, penetrates all entities, and is immune to physical attacks!

Not even Superman can handle it.

David's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Whitney, calm down."

Seeing that David was much faster than him, Whitney punched Clark, but Clark would not just stand still and wait for him to hit him, especially since his arm glowed with kryptonite, and he retreated tens of meters.

"You are capable too?

That's right, you are a pair of brothers! "

Shocked that Clark also showed ghostly speed, Whitney looked at this and then at that, and roared angrily at the two brothers who couldn't even touch the hem of their clothes.

"Don't hide if you have the ability, and fight me head-on like a man."

Just now he said that David couldn't touch a single hair of him, but now he is like a clown, even more embarrassed.

"If you don't hide, what can you do?"

With a little guess about his ability, David appeared in front of Whitney with a blank expression.

Bang!
Whitney punched David hard on the chest, nearly [-] to [-] pounds of force, and he couldn't even tickle it, but it felt like hitting a steel plate. He held his painful hand and backed away. And go: "Why is your body so hard, my hand!"

Regardless of Whitney's groan, David frowned and looked at his palm.

"I originally thought that when Whitney's ability hits someone, at least the palm will return to reality."

Within a millisecond of being hit by a painless attack on the chest, I didn't want to wave my hand to grab it, but it was empty.

But it was so fast that Whitney didn't notice it at all.

"Even when attacking others, the physical state is also a phantom?"

You can hit others when you hit them, but you can't hit yourself when you hit them. The body is in a superposition state of entity and incorporeal body?
"The ability is very good, but unfortunately your strength and speed are too weak."

Looking up, David sighed in a little surprise.

Possessing this ability is almost invincible, but with a little bit of super strength and speed, even a fully grown Clark will be very difficult to face.

"If I hadn't shown mercy just now, you'd be lying on the ground in agony, instead of still having the strength to mock me here."

Under the burning pain, Whitney gritted his teeth and growled while covering his bruised hand.

I shouldn't keep my hands, I should teach this proud guy a lesson that will last a lifetime!

"Oh? How are you going to deal with me?"

David asked, he would like to hear.

Unlike Clark, who has kryptonite weakness, facing Whitney, he can only stand far away and dare not approach.

"I'll go right through your flesh and punch you in the heart!"

Whitney couldn't believe that David could still taunt him so calmly after being punched hard by his fragile organs and intestines.

"You will kneel on the ground and know what hellish pain is!"

He said and punched again.

"that's it?"

David thought he had some other abilities, so he dodged easily.

With his physical strength, even if his relatively fragile internal organs are bombarded by missiles, he will not have any problems, but he is not interested in standing still and being attacked by Whitney, who has figured out his ability.

"Go home, Whitney."

Clark approached, held David down, stood between the two, and persuaded Whitney to go home with a serious expression.

"That's the end of this matter, you are just a momentary impulse, don't go on the road of crime."

He knew his younger brother's character well, so he didn't mind attacking David before, but the punch that was about to hit the gut just now definitely touched David's nerves.

"You're too late."

A sneer of anger crept across Whitney's face as he thought of it.

"How do you think I got this tattoo?"

"What do you mean?" Clark's expression changed. Could it be that Whitney has used this ability to do something bad.

"The bank robbery, you and others did it?"

David thought of the bizarre bank robbery on the noon news.

There was no damage to the vault door or grounds, but jewelry and gold bars were missing.

"I was about to make Lana change her mind, it was all about you!"

Regardless of their questioning, Whitney punched Clark again.

It only took a few days for the football team to practice extra training, Clark took Lana away from him, and when he went to find Lana again, Lana politely said not to keep pestering her.

"She didn't want other people to misunderstand that we were still together.

You tell me who the other guy is, Clark! "

But the two reached dozens of steps away in unison, as if humiliated by being teased, Whitney clenched his fists and eyes burst into anger.

It's self-evident who he was, after that he went to a bar to get drunk, and accidentally met a group of people.

Some of them had watched his baseball games and thought he was a good young man with a strong body, so they pulled him into the team.

"It only takes meteorite solution mixed with a little tattoo ink to give people the ability to blur, allowing people to go in and out of bank vaults without seeing anything.

But I didn't expect me and other people to play tricks on the police so easily. Now I just want to teach you a simple lesson, but I can't do it. "

Speaking of the monstrous resentment in his heart, Whitney's eyes suddenly and gradually revealed a hint of ferocity.

"Clark, David, I don't know if your parents have your abilities!"

He thought of how to force the two of them to approach him.

"Enough, stop."

Looking at Whitney who turned around and walked towards the farm hut, Clark looked shocked, and stopped in front of him in a flash, and said in a low voice: "You have become less like you, Whitney!"

He couldn't understand.

Although she and Whitney have always been rivals in love, the former Whitney was just a little arrogant and rude to save face, but she absolutely couldn't do this kind of thing.

"Envy is one of the original sins of human beings, and it is very difficult for people to learn well..."

Not at all interested in how Whitney became like this, only hearing that he was going to harm his parents, David's voice became cold, and purple eyes lit up, "It's easy to become bad!"

Bang!
A ray of purple energy shot through Whitney's legs and blasted at his feet.

Like a missile bombing, the earth crashed and splashed, and a deep pit more than two meters high suddenly appeared. Whitney did not suffer any injuries, but his feet were empty and he fell.

"You can shoot lasers out of your eyes like a robot.

David, you opened my eyes. "

David came to the edge of the pit in a flash, and Whitney stood up from the bottom of the pit, his eyelids twitched to hide his shock, and he looked up at David.

"But you think that's going to stop me?"

Clenching his fists, Whitney triumphantly used his superimposed body of virtual and real to walk into the mud, like crossing the river and stepping on the bottom of the river step by step,
"The power of collapsing high-rise buildings can't hurt you in the slightest. Your ability is amazing, and the reality is superimposed."

Looking at this scene, David said slowly without any fluctuation on his face.

"I just don't know if you've noticed it, you're still breathing."

Many people subconsciously ignore the fact that people need to breathe, but he didn't.

Whitney's human nature has not changed much. He can't fly, can't counteract gravity, and the most deadly point - he needs to breathe!
Snapped!
Whitney paused, looked at the expressionless David, and felt a little bit in his heart, with a bad premonition, but a sneer on his face.

"So what? Can you put me in a box and suffocate me?"

"What can hold me?"

He paused, with a sarcasm in his tone, and lunged forward, trying to insert his hands into David's chest and grab his heart, but he missed it without accident.

"Or you have to suck up the air in front of me in one breath."

Everyone has to breathe, and that's hardly a weakness at all.

"I don't have that ability."

David dodged a few meters away, controlling the cosmic energy to emit high-temperature rays to sweep the surroundings.

laugh!
"Well……"

The intense heat made the air thin within dozens of meters around him. Whitney just 'walked' out of the soil, and he couldn't breathe immediately after taking two steps. He fell to his knees, covering his neck as if poisoned, his face suffocated Get flushed.

"But I have another method to achieve the same effect." After a pause, he continued calmly.

"I...I can't breathe, help...help me!"

Crawling on the ground in embarrassment and wanting to leave this thin place, Whitney's face was bruised and begging, and the fear of death flooded him like a tide. He trembled unconsciously and stretched out his hand to the two of them.

"David?"

Almost getting used to his brother's cruel methods, Clark hurried forward to try to help Whitney who was about to suffocate to death.

But as soon as he got close to Whitney, he was beaten back to an ordinary human being by the tattoo of the kryptonite solution, and it was even worse. Instead, he began to pass out due to weakness and lack of oxygen.

After a few seconds, David turned around and brought out the unconscious Clark. As for Whitney, who was dying, he glanced at the tattoo on his wrist and looked back indifferently.

"Fictity superimposed, tattoo..."

"I...I don't want to die."

His vision was black, and under the pain of suffocation, Whitney's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the last sight was David's cold face.

He suddenly felt extremely regretful that he shouldn't have come to teach the two brothers a lesson, but unfortunately it was already too late.

Bang.

The hands stretched out begging for mercy and help fell to the ground feebly, and Whitney gradually lost her breath.

……

"Why, why is this happening!"

The bright mirror was slammed to the ground, and the antique copper mirror smashed into the floor and shot deep into the ground and disappeared.

Behind the desk, Akins roared like a shrew, her voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant.

Even if she is now extremely powerful, extremely fast, and her body strength surpasses that of steel, she is invulnerable, and the submachine gun is like a toy in front of her, like a real god, it can't make up for what she lost.

"That's not right at all!"

In the study room with ancient and elegant decoration, Luther's eyes were full of love that was deeper than the sea, and he stood by the side like a waiter without any complaints or regrets, as if he would not hesitate even if the current Akins asked him to rip out his heart.

Even though Akins's face at this time was extremely ugly, her body was bloated, her skin was as rough as sandpaper, her voice was as ugly as a vulture's cry, like a monster that could stop a child from crying.

She tightly grasped the stone in her hand, her eyes sharp.

"This is the wish that the Wishing Stone fulfilled for me?

No, I can't accept it, I want to make another wish! "

"Wait a minute, no."

Akins suddenly thought of something.

(End of this chapter)