Superman

There was another dull bang.

Clark staggered back two steps, his eyes glowing golden.

The brain was "buzzing", as if it had hit an iron wall.

"what's going on?"

Clark barely stood his ground, only to see "President Jefferson" rushing up.

The skin of the opponent's whole body showed a metallic color.

It seems to be cast from steel, full of powerful sense of power.

"Where did he come from?"

Luke, who was sitting in the stands, raised the corners of his mouth, showing a calm and interested expression.

He wanted to see what his little cousin would do in the face of an enemy of equal strength.

Things aren't looking good for Clark, however.

The little cousin learns to control strength, but he really lacks talent in fighting.

The "President Jefferson" with a body of steel kept suppressing Clark and dealt violent blows to the storm.

"Punching, dodging...his speed and reaction seem to be inferior to big cousin."

Thanks to his long experience as a human sandbag, Clark quickly adapted to the rhythm and began to look for opportunities.

Cross your hands and hold the fist of "President Jefferson".

Then, he bent his elbow and hit the head of the opponent who was leaning over.

Bang!

Like a heavy hammer, it blasted "President Jefferson" away and knocked him out.

Clark continued to put on a defensive stance, he couldn't attack, but he knew how to counter.

"Come here!"

The little cousin made a provocative gesture learned from Luke, raised his finger, and hooked a few times.

The drowsy "President Jefferson" rushed towards him like an angry bull, as if he had been ridiculed.

The pair of steel palms that could flatten steel and crush rocks suddenly closed and tightly hugged Clark.

The sudden force is enough to crush other people's bones and rupture their internal organs.

But Clark just felt that it was difficult to breathe, he didn't panic, and just followed suit.

Throw your head back and bump forward!

Boom!

"President Jefferson", who had been hit by an elbow once, was hit on the head again, and the whole person staggered back, with blood dripping from his ears and nose.

"...try to cut him in the middle."

Clark seemed to hear the voice of his big cousin, and he subconsciously took a step forward, clenching his fists with both hands.

He got it out of nowhere, and quickly hit "President Jefferson" on the chest.

Every punch is full of strength, like a round sledgehammer.

dong dong dong-

The continuous muffled sound echoed on the field.

Even though "President Jefferson" was a man of steel, facing Clark's lightning-quick punches, he still couldn't bear it. He vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground unconscious.

Hip pull~

This title has been stored in my draft box for a week. Basically, when I come back from get off work, when I have no energy and no thoughts, I will want to send it out.

Halfway through the month, my full attendance plan is progressing steadily.

If there is no accident, develop according to this situation.

Next month, I will be happy to mention the first full attendance of this book, 1000 yuan.

Unfortunately, there is no fate.

I've had a terrible time recently. Although I code every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, I'm really in a state of low pressure.

Part of it is physical.I am a patient with rhinitis, and the cold weather caused pharyngitis. I rely on Golden Throat Lozenges, Watermelon Cream Throat Lozenges and Loquat Water to survive every day.

Maybe it's because of weakened immunity, repeated coughing, lingering for half a month, and it hasn't recovered for a long time.

The ergonomic chair, which cost half of the manuscript fee, did not bring me a comfortable experience, and I often felt that my muscles were stiff.

Open kee, want to do some exercise, but also listless.

Bored, only to go to the group to repeat reading every day, come on, coder, at night, coder...

It was raining today, I forgot to bring an umbrella when I went out, and got drenched because of a box of 39 yuan loquat cream.

Later, my roommate reminded me that I can actually order takeaway.

So, the more I thought about it, the more angry I became.

Bad weather brings out a low mood.

Let me sit in front of the computer and type in this hip-stretching note.

When I used to write books and hit the street, I often thought that if my grades could improve, I would definitely work harder.

But the truth is, when I really got better, I was already overwhelmed by life.

Two jobs, two incomes, did not bring back double the happiness.

I'm not the sentimental type, and I don't quite understand why I'm suddenly having an emotional meltdown on this rainy night.

This may be what the teacher said to us when I was sitting in the classroom a few years ago, the beating of life.

Sorry to bring some negativity.

I think I may need to rest for two days, replenish energy, write some more interesting content, and try to make it less boring for you to read.

good night.

Chapter 435 Super Saiyan, Deadly Black Kryptonite

As the gangster wearing the "President Jefferson" mask fell down, the metallic luster on his skin slowly receded and he returned to his normal appearance.

Lana, who was riding on a red steed, looked at Clark with shocked eyes, as if she couldn't believe it.

The latter quickly withdrew his hands and acted bewildered, as if he had been caught playing truant by a teacher.

Generally speaking, the identity of a superhero is my biggest secret.

Once discovered, it can always cause some troublesome incidents.

Fortunately, people on the track turned their backs on their backs and were extremely chaotic.

No one else noticed except Lana.

Otherwise, Clark didn't know what to do.

"A kryptonite mutant."

Luke Shi suddenly stepped down from the stands, curled his lips and said.

Through super vision to penetrate the skin of flesh and blood, he saw signs of changes in the cells in his body that had been irradiated by kryptonite.

Fortunately, it was not a long-term exposure, and it did not cause cancer.

This guy was paralyzed by his little cousin with a lightning whip + bastard punch, and he might only be able to spend his next life in a wheelchair.

Speaking of which, why is Superman becoming more and more bat-like?

Don't want to kill, but can maim.

Before meeting Batman, he has already become his shape.

Tsk tsk, you are indeed a good friend of the quilt.

"Kryptonite?"

Clark looked puzzled.

He doesn't yet know what kryptonite is.

"Every time you approach Lana, do you feel weak, extremely weak, or even have difficulty breathing?"

Luke looked at the empty arena where the crowd scattered like birds and beasts, the smoke and dust raised rose and rolled, and gradually subsided.

The bank robber, who was trying to get revenge on Clark, broke out halfway and disrupted the equestrian competition.

The other party may not know where to receive the irradiation of kryptonite, and then acquire the ability to change, and after overinflated self-confidence, he thought of waiting for an opportunity to retaliate...

Luke was doing a simple analysis, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

If, like Lana, she wears a small fragment of kryptonite with her, she won't be affected.

Only those who have received a large amount of radiation for a long time, causing cells to mutate, will become short-lived superpowers.

Less than two weeks after the bank robbery, the "President Jefferson" transformed into a kryptonite mutant.

Such a fast infection rate means that the other party is likely to be impacted by a large amount of radiation in a short period of time.

That is, he knew of a place with a lot of kryptonite.

"Fortunately, Clark didn't kill him, and he should be able to get some useful news later."

Luke once scanned the whole town with super vision, but did not find a large number of kryptonite fragments buried anywhere.

"Yes, Chloe said I had 'Crush Syndrome.'"

Hearing the big cousin's question? Clark scratched his head? He looked a little embarrassed.

He and Lana have been neighbors since childhood and commute to school together every day.

If it weren't for the discomfort of being close to the other party? Maybe Clark had already successfully confessed his love? If he took it down, it wouldn't be the turn of the damn quarterback boyfriend.

"That green meteorite on Lana's necklace? It's a polished fragment of kryptonite."

Luke saw that the smoke was about to disperse, thinking about the delay? The town police and Lex? And Clark's parents might be on their way.

He directly took his little cousin up from the ground, flew into the sky, and disappeared on the field.

"Kryptonite is a mineral that comes from outside the earth. The radioactivity it produces? Will make... Saiyans lose all abilities? Into a weak state."

Luke explained.

"Then why aren't you affected?"

Clark's heart skipped a beat, no wonder the eldest cousin reminded himself to ask Lana to take off the necklace.

Then, he suddenly remembered.

Luke seemed to have made contact with Lana a few times and showed no weak reaction.

"Because I'm a Super Saiyan."

Luke is standing above the clouds? He replied with a strange face.

"So the radioactivity of kryptonite has no effect on me."

super saiyan...

Clark was a little confused.

Although I don't know what it means? But it looks very powerful.

"Then how should I explain it later? Lana just saw how I defeated that mutant!"

Clark thought of Lana's surprised eyes? There was something complicated in his heart.

Full of secret joy, mixed with panic? At the same time at a loss...

The fact that he is a superman? Even his adoptive parents don't know.

Clark is living a double life every day.