Superman

But the professor, who thinks he is young and promising, still wants to join and compete with it.

According to the information he inquired, this beautiful woman named Diana Prince was from Greece, was born in a wealthy family, was proficient in multiple languages, and was especially good at appreciating antiquities.

The young professor has already made up his mind, starting with his interests and hobbies, and using his profound knowledge and witty conversation to create a good impression.

This is a protracted battle.

He is very patient.

"Nothing particularly interesting."

Diana concentrated on her work and replied casually.

Last week's events?

Apart from going to the watchtower to report, and then attending important meetings held by the White House, the United Nations and other national agencies as the Amazon princess, she seems to have no other arrangements.

Although it has been a while since she came to the human world, Wonder Woman still feels that she has not fully integrated.

I don't quite adapt to many places, especially in terms of life.

I remember that just after leaving Paradise Island, Diana didn't understand why turning the thing called "faucet" would automatically spray clean water from the pipe?

Why can the steel shell with four wheels drive stably and fast?

And what kind of magic is used in the ice cream to make it so delicious?

...too much to learn and no one to communicate.

It was a rather difficult day.

A whole new multiverse for the New 52 after Flashpoint ended.

The origin of Wonder Woman has been changed. She was confirmed to be the illegitimate daughter of Zeus. She did not participate in the First World War. Instead, she was informed by a shipwreck that Ares, the God of War, was ravaging the world.

So, she entered the human world as the Amazon princess and the diplomatic ambassador of Paradise Island.

Then she joined the Justice League, and Diana also had a different view of the members.

Superman has a gentle personality, but he is not a qualified fighter.

Batman is taciturn but always has a plan and is stubborn like an ancient Greek tactician.

The Flash and Green Lantern are sometimes too jumpy, full of immature childishness.

And Aquaman...

Diana tried hard to think about it, but only had a thin impression of "can talk to fish".

Poor Cyborg, Martian Manhunter, has no sense of existence.

"There will be an exhibition of cultural relics next week. I heard that the golden mask of Agamemnon and the statue of Zeus of Artemision will be on display."

The young professor paved the way and continued.

"If you are free, we can go together."

Diana shook her head slightly, silently refusing.

Greek mythology is all her relatives' crap, nothing new.

After taking some time to finish her work, Diana said her good-bye politely and left the museum despite the heartbroken eyes of the young professor.

In her free time when she is not Wonder Woman, she occasionally goes shopping and then watches movies.

Of course, sweets are a must.

Such free days are not many, because the Justice League always has various things to call itself.

"I don't know why, but I always feel restless."

Diana returned to her apartment. She often had nightmares recently, but she couldn't remember what happened in the dream at all.

It was as if memories from the past had come to her door, beating on the door of memory, constantly waking her up in the middle of the night.

"Something unknown has happened."

Diana looked through the window, looking in the direction of Olympus.

Did something happen to the gods, or is Ares back?

Her gaze moved to the head of the bed, where there was a golden helmet full of divine power.

Ares has been defeated, and now Diana is the god of war.

Wonder Woman, who had trouble clearing her mind, tossed her seaweed-like black hair, and no longer struggled with unreasonable questions.

When she finds time to go to Olympus, she will know everything.

Diana closed the curtains, took off her outer coat, and walked into the bathroom where the water was running.

The warm water flowed down the forehead all the way, and the snow-white skin was wrapped in water vapor, outlining a hazy and beautiful figure.

After drying her hair and putting on her bathrobe, Diana sat down in front of the computer.

Sometimes she has to admit that the technology in the human world is much easier to use than magic.

As she browses the web and listens to old songs, she seems to have adjusted to a part of modern life.

"who are you?"

After a while, Diana's eyes habitually fixed on an old photo on the table.

The picture is slightly yellowed and slightly blurred, obviously from the erosion of time.

The content is a man and a woman cuddling intimately, like lovers, and the background is the afterglow of the setting sun falling into the horizon.

It was a beautiful scene.

But Diana felt a little strange looking at herself with a happy smile in the photo.

She couldn't recall the incident.

"What kind of forgotten magic made me lose this memory?"

Diana frowned slightly. This photo was picked up on the beach before she left Paradise Island.

She didn't tell anyone, and she didn't ask anyone for permission.

For some reason, Wonder Woman just wanted to keep it alone and was unwilling to share it with others.

"I will find you."

Diana stroked the old photo lightly, with subtle emotions in her tone.

Chapter 430 Uncle Policeman, I'm Naturally Powerful

If we say that the time and space of the main universe, all the undercurrents are hidden on the calm surface, gradually showing signs of crisis that is about to come.

Then Luke's world is like a retired worker's retirement life, slow and monotonous.

"Try harder, haven't you eaten?"

"Think of me as Lana's quarterback boyfriend, yes, that's it, beat me up!"

"Too weak, too weak... Kakarot! Now you don't even have the qualifications to be my opponent!"

"..."

Change to before, facing such a boring world.

Luke might choose to pass the time by collecting stamps from Hollywood actresses and fixing cars non-stop.

But now, he found more interesting entertainment.

That is to train Krypton's little cousin!

Under the private mansion, there is a wide training ground.

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

A series of muffled thunderous sounds, like firecrackers exploding.

The fists were like rapid and rhythmic drumbeats, constantly falling on Clark.

He was like a sandbag of human flesh, he could only hold his head in his hands, and passively endured the violent offensive of his big cousin, without even a chance to counterattack.

The training process these days is like this.

He was beaten repeatedly until he couldn't stand up.

"I, I admit defeat, big cousin!"

Clark, who felt exhausted, was panting violently, and even spoke intermittently.

"Clark, your willpower is not strong enough, you should say, 'I can still fight with you all day'!"

Luke withdrew his fist and said with a little disgust: "It's so unmanly to admit defeat so quickly!"

Clark took off the tattered glove, and his body seemed to be hollowed out.

The whole person sat on the bumpy and hard ground, his chest rose and fell like a bellows being pulled.

He looked up and saw his big cousin's heavy fists that could kill him, and felt the sore muscles again.

If I fight with my big cousin for a whole day, I'm afraid he will die on the spot, and everyone will be gone.

"I still can't learn to fight..."

Clark shook his head, a little frustrated.

In front of Luke, he looked extremely clumsy.

The speed of punching is not fast enough, and the reaction is also very slow, every time he can only be beaten.

The only difference is that the duration of persistence.

"Fighting takes a long workout, Clark."

Luke waved his hand. This amount of exercise was at best a warm-up. Not to mention panting, he didn't even sweat.

"I just want you to learn how to control power first."

At the beginning, every time Clark punched, he tried his best to blow up the air.

Every step you take can break the solid ground out of cracks and potholes.

Without Luke's biological force field covering the surroundings, the house might have been demolished.

"At least you have now learned how to control the strength of your punches, so that you won't get out of control again."

Luke smiled slightly, and casually threw a hot towel to his little cousin.

The Kryptonian's physique is strong, even if he was used as a sandbag for two hours in a row.

Clark was still alive and well, just with a little muscle soreness.

Just a few minutes in the sun and you'll be fine.

This is why Luke is so enthusiastic about training his little cousin.

Since he has become stronger and stronger, he can't even find a suitable sandbag.

And now, Clark is undoubtedly a good choice.

And who could be more resilient than a Kryptonian?

"Then when can I learn to fly?"

Clark always remembers the wonderful feeling of looking down on the planet from a height.

"When you can resist the gravity of the earth, you can fly."

For a true Kryptonian, flight is not an ability.

They can completely use their tyrannical bodies and biological force fields to get rid of the pull of gravity.

Zod, for example, was born with the genetic template of General Krypton.

Combat talent and team leader ability are directly maxed out.

So when he came to Earth, he quickly got used to the atmosphere and gravity.

Things like flying, heat sight, are quickly mastered.