Marvel’s Superman

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, it can't be digged without a corner... Although the famous flower has a master, I can help loosen the soil..."

Clark, chanting the classic maxim he learned from his eldest cousin, leaned forward, lying low on the horse's back, riding a racehorse that spread its hooves and galloped.

"Clarke, 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, 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 to participate in equestrian competitions?"

Clark ran two laps, pulling on the reins.

Slowly straighten your back and slow down.

"If you just sign up for normal competitions and obstacle courses, you should be fine."

Lex held the reins with one hand and touched his chin with the other, and said thoughtfully.

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 could be a big deal..."

Clark scratched his head. He didn't even have a decent knight's uniform, let alone a good race horse.

"My family's horses, they all live on the Metropolitan stables, and they won't be able to transfer them in half the time."

Lex was in trouble, and his father would not allow it. His beloved was consigned to a small town to participate 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 has a way. I remember he had a Thoroughbred horse who won the World Show jumping championship. It's called... Lightning Barry?"

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

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, saw his little cousin visiting, silently covered the lead box, 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 kindly reminded.

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 cockroaches, there is nothing else in his mind.

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?

"As a friendly reminder, if you win the game and have a chance to communicate with Lana in depth later, you must remember to ask her to take off that necklace."

Luke seemed to remember 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 of 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. It can be said that the scene was full of gongs and drums, firecrackers blared, red flags fluttered, and a sea of ​​people... I'm sorry, it's a show.

This is an annual large-scale program in the town. From the administrative committee members to the ordinary residents, they will all gather here. It 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.

"Clark, come on!"

Before the game, adoptive father Jonathan came along with Mrs Kent to give his son a loud cheer.

"Champions and cash don't matter, what matters is getting something."

Adoptive father Jonathan is always full of positive energy when speaking.

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!"

Riding on the Thoroughbred horse called Lightning Barry, Clark felt like a heroic knight in the Middle Ages.

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 Thoroughbreds" can ride to the top, throw off all opponents, and become the most dazzling star on the field.

Bang!

Gunshots sounded.

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 did not know where to draw a submachine gun.

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.

"……dangerous!"

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

boom!

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

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 sinister voice came from under the mask. The gangster who once robbed the 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 going on?"

Clark barely stood still, only to see "President Jefferson" continue to rush 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, who was 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 has learned how to control power, but he 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 punching 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 defiant gestures he had learned from Luke, raising his fingers and twitching them 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, and he stepped forward subconsciously, clenching his fists.

Unorganized, quickly smashed his fist on the chest of "President Jefferson".

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

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.