Superman of the American Comics - Chapter 455

[Chapter 434 Clark, cut him in the middle]

Clarke recently canceled all extracurricular activities, not just taking time off from his eldest cousin to get out of the miserable life of human flesh sandbags.

He also stopped the training of the football team. In addition to going to the Metropolis to check in on time at night, he basically spent the day at Lex’s mansion to learn fencing skills, or go to the ranch to learn equestrian.

Even adoptive father Jonathan is very strange, when did Clark fall in love with horseback riding?

As everyone knows, his son is only to achieve excellent performance in the competition and successfully win the heart of the goddess.

With the former Clark, it may not be so proactive.

Holding back, doubting yourself, is what superhumans do most often in adolescence.

But after being trained by his big cousin, Clark’s mentality changed.

“As long as the hoe swings well, there is no corner that can’t be digged… Although famous flowers have their own owners, I can help loosen the soil…”

Clark chanted the classic maxim he learned from his eldest cousin, leaning forward, low He crouched on horseback and rode a racehorse that spread its hooves and galloped.

“Clarke, maybe you are really talented in this area…”

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, the average person will only learn the riding posture at most.

But if you put it on Clark, you can already ride a horse and make some difficult moves.

“Does this level qualify for equestrian competition?”

Clark ran two laps, pulling on the reins.

Slowly straighten your back and reduce the speed of the race.

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

Lex said in a deep voice, holding the reins in one hand and touching his chin in the other.

Typically, equestrian competitions have multiple events.

Such as dressage, enduro, barrel racing, etc.

It is mainly to test the ability of the riders and to create a program with viewing effect.

For those projects that have certain technical requirements, Clark does not need to waste time.

But like speed races and obstacle races, which are relatively low-difficulty and suitable for beginners, you can sign up.

If you can come out on top, you can win the favor of the goddess.

No young girl would turn down a star who made a big splash.

That’s one of the reasons cheerleaders and quarterbacks are so popular in schools.

“You still need a good horse,”

Lex added.

It’s not just about finding a wild horse and sprinting around the arena.

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

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

“This may be a big problem…”

Clark scratched his head,

he didn’t even have a decent knight’s uniform, let alone a good racehorse.

“The few horses I have in my family live in the Metropolis’ horse farm, and they won’t be able to transfer them in half a while.”

Lex was in trouble, and his father would not allow his beloved things to be consigned to a small In town, take part in a little-known equestrian competition.

In the other party’s words, “this will damage the face and honor of the Luther family”.

Horse racing is an ancient sport dating back to ancient Greece.

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

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

A good thoroughbred horse is only more expensive than a modern high-end sports car.

Need to hire specialized labor and feeding, as well as the purchase of venues and so on.

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

Yachts, sports cars, private jets… all are exclusive items that are similar to expressing status.

“Maybe the godfather will have a solution. I remember his thoroughbred horse who won the World Show jumping championship. It’s called… Lightning Barry?”

Lex took off his helmet, rolled over and dismounted, suddenly remembering.

He didn’t have many friends, so he took Clark seriously.

“Then I’ll wait and ask.”

If it were someone else, Clark might just give up, not wanting to trouble Lex again.

But if it’s the big cousin, it’s worth a try.

We are all relatives, so borrowing a horse should be no problem.

“Lightning Barry? Just ride away.”

Luke, who was studying kryptonite in the mansion, silently closed the lead box when he saw his little cousin visiting, and readily agreed.

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

After all, who could be more trustworthy than younger cousins and godsons?

A mere thoroughbred horse is nothing.

“By the way, there are some mutants in the town recently, Clark, don’t forget your mission as a superman intern.”

Luke reminded kindly.

The younger cousin has been busy digging walls recently, but he has ignored the surrounding situation.

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

Their bodies mutate and produce various strange abilities.

Luke secretly marked several dangerous elements, ready to throw them to his little cousin to level up and fight monsters to gain experience.

Clark nodded vigorously, patting his chest for assurance.

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

It’s like a student who has been dragged from school after school, sitting in the classroom with his body, and his heart has long since flown to other places.

Luke can also understand this, seventeen or eighteen-year-old.

In addition to the white thighs and arms, there is nothing else in the brain.

The burst of male hormones can easily make Clark lose his cool head and become preoccupied with gains and losses.

No way, who made the little cousin just a pure virgin whose virginity remained intact not long after he handed over his first kiss.

By the way, the object of his first kiss was Lex Luthor.

Maybe that’s why the other party is so enthusiastic about helping Clark?

“A friendly reminder, if you win the game and you have the opportunity to communicate with Lana in depth later, you must remember to ask her to take off that necklace.”

Luke reminded of something and specifically warned.

If the little cousin was about to lift his gun and mount his horse, but he was not completely weak, and he had more than enough strength, it would probably cause serious trauma to his young mind.

According to incomplete statistics, among male groups, the first experience is too bad, and there is a high probability of causing disharmony in future marriages.

“Necklace…”

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

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

?

……

The equestrian competition came as scheduled, the scene can be said to be loud with gongs and drums, firecrackers blaring, red flags fluttering, crowds of people… I’m sorry, it’s a play

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

The competition has four major events, dressage, barrel wrapping, hurdles and racing.

The winner will receive a “Golden Pumpkin Award” from the town’s administrative committee, as well as a $1,000 cash prize.

As a town-level competition, the prize money is quite generous.

“Clarke, come on!”

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

“Champions and cash are not important, what is important is to gain something.”

As always, adoptive father Jonathan, his words are always full of positive energy.

reward?

Clark looked not far away, wearing a knight’s uniform, looking valiantly Lana.

He felt like his boyish heart was hit by something.

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

I saw a horse dressed in costumes, led by a rider.

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

With the fast-paced drum beats, the passionate music instantly brought the atmosphere to the highest peak.

After dozens of minutes, the opening show was finished, 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 sense the eyes of his little cousin, and the corners of his mouth raised a clear arc.

“I can do it!”

Clark felt like a heroic medieval knight on the Thoroughbred horse called Lightning Barry.

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

With such a beautiful vision, he tightened the reins, his legs between the horse’s belly.

As long as the starter fires the gun, this “Koenigsegg of Thoroughbred” can stand out from the crowd, throw off all opponents and become the most dazzling star on the field.

Bang!

Clark flicked the reins, and Lightning Barry smashed through the two open doors, shooting out like an arrow from a string.

Just at the start, he threw off a lot of opponents.

But there was no applause, no cheers.

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

Suddenly, he pulled hard on the reins and quickly wanted to stop.

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

It was him who made the gunshot.

“Meet again, boy!” The

other party was wearing a starter’s overalls and pulled out a submachine gun from nowhere.

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

A thoroughbred horse worth a global limited edition Koenigsegg was violently swept away, covered in blood holes, and fell down whining in pain.

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

Screams, shouts… poured into Clark’s ears like waves.

He barely opened his eyes and saw the gun-wielding bandit approaching Lana, who was riding on a red steed.

“…There is danger!”

Terrible thoughts occupied Clark’s mind. He seemed to have had a shot of adrenaline, and he was instantly refreshed and full of power.

boom!

There was a bang in the atmosphere, as if a bomb had been detonated, sending up billowing smoke.

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

Boom!

As if gold and iron collided, it made a sonorous sound.

Clark’s eyes widened with a look of incredible shock on his face.

“Little guy, I’m not the same as before!” A

vicious voice came from under the mask. The gangster who used to rob a bank but was scared away by Clark received the punch from the front.

Throwing away the submachine gun as a guise, he shook his head violently and slammed it forward!

Boom!

Another dull explosion.

Clark staggered back two steps, his eyes glowing golden.

The brain “buzzed” as if it had hit an iron wall.

“What’s the situation?”

Clark barely stood still, only to see “President Jefferson” rushing up.

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

As if cast from steel, it is full of a powerful sense of power.

“Where did he come from?”

Luke, sitting in the stands, raised the corners of his mouth, showing a calm expression of interest.

Instead, he wanted to see what his trained little cousin would do in the face of an enemy of the same strength.

However, Clark’s situation is not optimistic.

The younger cousin learns to control power, but really lacks talent in fighting.

That “President Jefferson” with a body of steel constantly suppressed Clark and dealt a violent blow to the storm.

“Punches, dodges…His speed and reaction don’t seem to be comparable to Big Cousin.”

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

Hands folded, cradling “President Jefferson”‘s fist.

Then, he bent his elbow and hit the opponent’s head.

Bang!

Like a heavy hammer, it blasted away “President Jefferson” and knocked it out.

Clark continued to take a defensive stance, he didn’t attack but knew how to fight back.

“Come here!” The

little cousin made the provocative action he learned from Luke, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com raised his finger and moved it a few times.

The dazed “President Jefferson” seemed to be ridiculed, sprinting like an angry bull.

Those steel palms that could crush steel and crush rocks suddenly folded together and tightly hugged Clark.

The sudden force was enough to crush others’ bones and rupture their internal organs.

But Clark just found it hard to breathe, he didn’t panic, he just followed suit.

Head back and bump forward!

Boom!

“President Jefferson” who was hit with an elbow, was hit on the head again, staggered back, and bleeds from his ears and nose.

“…Try to cut him in the middle.”

Clark seemed to hear the voice of his eldest cousin, he stepped forward subconsciously and clenched his fists.

Without any rules, it quickly smashed on the chest of “President Jefferson”.

Every punch was done with all his strength, like a round sledgehammer.

Dong Dong Dong Dong —

a continuous muffled sound echoed on the field.

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

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