Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 436 Clark, cut him in the middle
Clark recently canceled all extracurricular activities, not just asking for leave with his eldest cousin, to get rid of the miserable life of human sandbags.

He also suspended the football team's training. Except for going to the metropolis to check in on time at night, he basically spends the day at Lex's mansion to discuss fencing skills, or go to the ranch to learn equestrian skills.

Even his adoptive father, Jonathan, was surprised. When did Clark like riding a horse?
As everyone knows, his son just wanted to achieve outstanding performance in the competition and successfully win the heart of the goddess.

Switching to the previous Clark, he might not be so proactive.

Cringe and self-doubt are the most common things that Superman in adolescence does.

But after being taught by his big cousin, Clark's mentality changed.

"As long as the hoe is swung well, there is no corner that cannot be dug... Although the famous flower has an owner, I can help loosen the soil..."

Clark chanted the classic adage he learned from his eldest cousin, leaned forward, and crouched on the horse's back, driving the racehorse that was galloping.

"Clark, maybe you really have a talent for this..."

Lex followed slowly, trying to restrain the surprised expression on his face.

For the first time, he discovered that this guy who was called a "nerd" in school actually had a learning ability far beyond ordinary people.

In three days, ordinary people can only learn the riding posture at most.

But with Clark here, he is already able to gallop his horse and make some difficult moves.

"Are you qualified to participate in equestrian competitions at this level?"

Clark ran two laps and grabbed the reins.

Slowly straighten your back and slow down.

"If you just sign up for ordinary competitions and obstacle courses, then there should be no problem."

Lex held the rein with one hand, touched his chin with the other, and said in a deep voice.

Generally speaking, equestrian competitions will have multiple events.

Such as dressage, enduro, barrel racing and so on.

It is mainly to test the ability of the rider and to create an entertaining program effect.

There is no need for Clark to waste time on those projects that require certain technology.

But such as speed competitions and obstacle races, which are relatively low in difficulty and suitable for novices, you can sign up.

If you can win the first place, you can win the favor of the goddess.

There is no young girl who would refuse a celebrity who is in the limelight.

It's one of the reasons why cheerleaders and quarterbacks are so popular in schools.

"You'll also need a good horse."

Lex added.

It's not that you can just find a wild horse and gallop on the field.

Formal competitions have strict requirements on the weight, gender and age of the horses.

The competition in the small town may not be that exaggerated, but at least it must be a qualified racehorse, not a wild horse caught by a rope.

"This could be a big problem..."

Clark scratched his head, he didn't even have a decent knight outfit, let alone a fine racehorse.

"The few horses raised by my family live in the horse farm in the metropolis, and they can't be transferred half of the time."

Lex felt a little troubled, and his father would not allow it. His beloved thing was consigned to a small town to participate in an unknown equestrian competition.

In the words of the other party, "this will damage the face and honor of the Luthor family."

Horse racing is an ancient sport that can be traced back to ancient Greece.

Then it was carried forward by the United Kingdom and became a fashion behavior in the aristocratic circle.

In recent years, horse breeding and horse racing have been favored by the upper class in the metropolis, and have become emerging means of showing off their wealth.

A top-notch thoroughbred is only more expensive than a modern high-end sports car.

It is necessary to hire specialized labor and breeding, as well as purchase venues and so on.

Those rich people like to come up with some threshold leisure activities, hoping to separate themselves and the poor into a clear class.

Yachts, sports cars, private jets... are all exclusive items similar to showing status.

"Maybe the godfather will have a solution. I remember he raised a thoroughbred horse that won the World Show Jumping Championship. It's called... Lightning Barry?"

Lex took off his helmet, turned over and dismounted, and suddenly remembered and said.

He has few friends, so he attaches great importance to Clark.

"Then I'll wait and ask."

If it were someone else, Clark might just give up and not bother Lex anymore.

But if it's big cousin, it's worth a try.

We are all relatives, so it should be no problem to borrow a horse.

"Lightning Barry? Just ride away."

Luke, who stayed in the mansion to study kryptonite, saw his little cousin visiting, silently covered the lead box, and readily agreed.

He is about to return to the Marvel Universe, and the property here will eventually be handed over to Clark and Lex, which can be regarded as a kind of trusteeship.

After all, who could be more trustworthy than a little cousin and a godson?
What a mere thoroughbred horse.

"By the way, some mutants have appeared in the town recently, Clark, don't forget your mission as a Superman intern."

Luke kindly reminded.

The little cousin has been busy poaching the wall recently, but ignored the surrounding situation.

Some residents in the town who have been exposed to kryptonite for a long time and have been irradiated.

Their bodies mutate and produce various strange abilities.

Luke secretly marked several dangerous elements, and was going to throw them to his little cousin to practice leveling and fight monsters to gain experience.

Clark nodded vigorously, patting his chest in reassurance.

But the eldest cousin could clearly see that he was a little absent-minded.

It's like a student who has been dragged after school, his body is sitting in the classroom, but his heart has already flown to other places.

Luke can also understand this, a young man of seventeen or eighteen.

What else could there be in his mind other than white thighs and navel.

The burst of male hormones easily made Clark lose his cool head and become overwhelmed with gains and losses.

There's no way, who made the little cousin just an innocent virgin who just handed over his first kiss not long ago, with his virginity intact.

By the way, his first kiss was still Lex Luthor.

Maybe this is why the other party helped Clark so enthusiastically?

"A friendly reminder, if you win the competition and have a chance to have further in-depth exchanges with Lana later, you must remember to ask her to take off that necklace."

Luke seemed to think of something, and specially reminded him.

If the little cousin is going to carry the gun and mount the horse, but the result is that he is not weak all over, and his heart is more than enough but his strength is not enough, it will probably cause serious trauma to his young heart.

According to incomplete statistics, in the male group, the first experience is too bad, which has a high probability of causing disharmony in the future married life.

"necklace……"

Clark looked puzzled, but he didn't think much about it.

His trust in his big cousin is increasing day by day, everyone is a Saiyan, can Luke still harm himself! ?

……

……

The equestrian competition came as scheduled, and the scene was full of gongs and drums, firecrackers blasting, red flags waving, and crowds of people... Sorry, it's just a play.

This is an annual large-scale program in the small town. From the executive committee members to ordinary residents, they will gather here, which is a grand event suitable for all people.

There are four major events in the competition, dressage, barrel, hurdles and racing.

The winner will receive a "Golden Pumpkin Award" from the Town Executive Committee, as well as a $[-] cash prize.

As a town-level competition, this prize money can be called very generous.

"Clark, come on!"

Before the game started, the adoptive father Jonathan and Mrs. Kent came together and cheered on his son loudly.

"It's not about titles and cash, it's about getting something out of it."

Adoptive father Jonathan, as usual, always speaks with positive energy.

reward?

Clark looked at the heroic Lana who was wearing a knight outfit not far away.

He felt that his boyish heart seemed to be hit by something.

The lively atmosphere spread rapidly, and the entire arena was filled with cheers and applause.

I saw a well-dressed horse under the leadership of the rider.

Like a professional dancer, stepping on rhythmic steps and twisting.

With the fast-paced drumbeat and passionate music, the atmosphere was brought to the highest peak in an instant.

After a few 10 minutes, the opening show was over, and it was finally the turn of the racing competition.

Clark, who was a little nervous, looked up at his big cousin sitting on the viewing platform, and took a deep breath.

The latter seemed to have sensed his little cousin's gaze, and the corners of his mouth raised an obvious arc.

"I can do it!"

Mounting his thoroughbred called Lightning Barry, Clark felt like a gallant medieval knight.

She is about to rush to the battlefield, win honors and medals, and then get the favor of Her Royal Highness.

With such a beautiful longing, he tightened the reins and clamped his legs around the horse's belly.

Just waiting for the starter to fire the gun, this so-called "Koenigsegg of Thoroughbreds" can ride away, throw off all opponents, and become the most dazzling star on the field.

Bang!
Gunshots sounded.

Clark flicked the reins, and Lightning Barry broke through the two open doors, and shot out like an arrow from the string.

Just at the start, he left his opponents by a large margin.

But there was no applause or cheers.

Clark, immersed in the atmosphere of the game, felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, he pulled the rein hard and wanted to stop.

Because in front of him stood a man wearing a mask of "President Jefferson".

It was he who made the gunshot.

"See you again, kid!"

The opponent was wearing the overalls of the starter, and he pulled out a submachine gun from nowhere.

After shooting into the sky for a while, he fired at Lightning Barry again.

A thoroughbred horse worth a world-limited Koenigsegg was violently shot, covered in blood holes all over, and fell down screaming in pain.

Out of inertia, Clark fell forward, rolled a few times, and hit the fence next to the track.

Screams, shouts... poured into Clark's ears one after another, like ocean waves.

He managed to open his eyes and saw the gangster with a gun approaching Lana on a red horse.

"……dangerous!"

Terrible thoughts occupied Clark's mind. It was as if he had been given an injection of adrenaline, and he instantly became energetic and full of strength.

boom!
There was a loud bang in the atmosphere, as if a bomb had been detonated, billowing smoke and dust, obscuring sight.

Like lightning, Clark threw himself in front of the gangster wearing the "President Jefferson" mask, then swung his fist and punched him out.

Boom!
It was as if gold and iron collided, making a clanging sound.

Clark's eyes widened, with an expression of incredible shock on his face.

"Little guy, I'm not the same as before!"

A sinister voice came out from under the mask. The gangster who had robbed the bank but was scared away by Clark received the punch head-on.

Throwing away the submachine gun used as a cover, he shook his head violently and slammed forward!
Boom!
There was another dull bang.

Clark staggered back two steps, his eyes glowing golden.

The brain "buzzed", as if it had hit a copper wall and an iron wall.

"what's going on?"

Clark managed to stand still, only to see "President Jefferson" continue to charge forward.

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 has learned how 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.

Without any rules, he quickly smashed his fist on the chest of "President Jefferson".

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.

(End of this chapter)