The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Frank had plenty of combat experience. He knew he couldn't take this blow head-on, so he used the force to retreat.

But one side of his chest was already burning.

He almost couldn't take a breath, and he kept coughing:

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Sneak attack on me?"

Frank didn't say much and was kicking his legs out. The thick soles of his leather boots were about to be printed on Klein's front.

The next moment, Klein raised his elbow and struck an antelope horn on one side of his body. The move was subtle but a little hasty.

It has the softness of Chinese style and the speed of Western knight fighting skills.

pat!

A crisp sound.

Klein, who refused to retreat but advanced, pointed his elbow at Frank's chest.

Klein took advantage of the situation and clasped his hands together, slapping them inward. A dense aura appeared on his hands.

A burst of tyrannical power burst out between his hands.

Frank lost his balance and fell down. His seemingly clumsy body twisted in the air and kicked Klein in the side, using the force to move back.

Taking half a step back, Frank wanted to stand up from the ground, and then use the surrounding debris to attack Klein.

Unexpectedly, Klein appeared next to him like a ghost and stepped down.

"Fake!" Frank evaded hastily.

There was already a gap in the floor beside him, with bricks and stones flying everywhere.

"drink!"

Frank also took the opportunity to get up in embarrassment. He felt that what he saw in front of him was not a boy, but a humanoid machine.

As soon as I touched it, I felt extremely painful, as if I had been hit on steel.

When the opponent attacks, there is also that kind of weird wave generated, making it hard to guard against.

"Ahem... I didn't expect your kid to have such skills!"

Frank stared at Klein warily.

He didn't expect that the 14-year-old boy in front of him had such strength and skill.

Such fighting skills can never be learned in a crash course boxing class.

The half-grown boy in front of him was obviously by no means as simple as a rich young man.

"That's right...you've piqued my interest, boy!"

"It's very annoying that you're always talking about a kid. Remember, I'm your employer now. Since I'm an employer, I have to act like I'm getting paid to do things!"

After Klein finished speaking, his feet tightened and his speed increased by [-]%.

Frank's face suddenly changed, and he covered his chest with his hands. He felt that the trajectory of Klein's punch could not be seen clearly. However, due to the pain, his body flew out and hit the table, chair and bench behind him.

"boom!"

The moment Frank fell to the ground, Klein stepped out and appeared in front of Frank as if his body was moving in space.

The fist swings like a chain gun.

With a snap, it hit the doll next to Frank's ear.

The cotton popped out and the doll exploded.

"My body cannot reach this level just by exercising! Are you... a superpower?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't. I don't think we need to continue fighting. You are no match for me."

"Ha...You are young and energetic. Even if you have been fighting since you were born, your experience is still far behind. I have to show you today..." Frank was still stubborn.

Swish! !

A ten-meter-long blue lightsaber appeared in Klein's hand. The sword was translucent and made a buzzing sound.

The tip of the sword was almost touching Frank's throat.

"I suggest we stop here, what do you think?" Klein said.

"I accept this suggestion!" Frank said hurriedly.

Frank felt that he was careless and should have brought a gun anyway. Maybe the situation would be completely different...

"Let me tell you straight, I need strengthening items, super soldier liquid, mysterious plants... any medicine that can strengthen the body, just give it to me if you can get it, don't steal what you can, and rob what you can. If you don’t buy it, you won’t exchange it for what you can buy...”

"No wonder your physical fitness is so amazing..." Frank stared at Klein thoughtfully.

"There are 5000 million in this card, which is the only money I have left. This is a long-term task. Your commission is 10%. You can take it and use it as you please. I can trust you."

"it is good!"

Frank finally understood why Curtis, an old-fashioned man, admired Klein so much.

On the one hand, Klein healed his foot, but on the other hand, Klein was too generous!

"That's... Qing... Tibetan... Plateau!!"

Klein's cell phone rang.

Frank also took the initiative and went directly outside the house.

"Hey?"

"Kline, I heard Dr. George said that you left Arkham Sanitarium again?"

Bruce Wayne on the other end of the phone was obviously not in a good mood.

"Didn't you know that from the beginning?"

"Huh..." Bruce sighed, "You should take care of yourself. I don't want my cousin to encounter Superman or a super robber again."

"Cousin, do you want me to go back to the nursing home? I've been very busy these days... I don't want to go back..."

"It's complicated. You go back to Gotham first, and then pack your things. Just stay in school for the time being. It's in New York. Don't go back to the Western Commonwealth in the short term."

"In New York? Is Gotham in danger?"

Bruce said earnestly: "It's complicated to say, you come back first, forget it...I'll come to pick you up personally. Ah Fu injured his leg recently, I don't worry about others picking you up..."

"All right..."

..........

hang up the phone.

Bruce Wayne dropped the barbell weighing hundreds of pounds.

He was sweating profusely, the muscles on his back were ferocious and terrifying, and his face also looked tired.

In the center of the room, a green-tipped spear emitted a trace amount of radiant energy.

Bruce walked up to the spear, picked it up, turned his head and twisted his hips, and threw the spear smoothly.

"Snatch!"

The spear blade seemed to be as brittle as crystal, but it easily penetrated the thick cement layer, and less than half of the spear was embedded in the wall.

"Superman...I want to see if you bleed!"

As soon as Bruce closed his eyes, he recalled the Wayne Tower breaking and collapsing from it.

The little girl was sobbing in the dust. He was too late to save her.

There were many wailing sounds echoing in the ruins.

At that moment, he felt that he was a human being, a human being as weak as an ant.

No matter how strong your willpower is, you can't resist a piece of gravel falling from your head.

"what!!!"

Bruce roared, wanting to vent his inner rage.

On the screen in the training room, the scene of Superman throwing the robber's car into the ice cream shop was replayed.

"Damn! I almost hurt Klein! That's my only blood relative!"

"Superman...Superman!!"

A new case of Superman saving people came out of the tape recorder on the other side.

People screamed in adoration.

Some people were incoherent: "Superman... He saved us. He came from the sky. He is like a god on earth. Woo hoo hoo... We were so scared at the time..."

"God on earth? A guy like this can be called a god!! Ridiculous!"

Bruce walked into the shower room and started to wash up. After a while, he finished washing up, put on his clothes and drove his Lamborghini supercar to the private airport.