Superman of the Marvel Universe

Clark has recently canceled all extracurricular activities, not just taking a leave of absence from his eldest cousin to escape from the miserable life of a human punchbag.

He also stopped the training of the football team. In addition to going to the metropolis on time to check in at night, he basically spent the day at Lex's mansion to practice fencing skills, or they went to the ranch to learn equestrian skills together.

Even his adoptive father Jonathan was surprised. When did Clark fall in love with riding horses?

Little did he know that his son just wanted to perform well in the competition and successfully win the heart of the goddess.

If it were Clark in the past, he might not be so proactive.

To shrink back and doubt oneself is what Superman in adolescence does most often.

But after receiving training from his eldest cousin, Clark's mentality changed.

"As long as the hoe is wielded well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down... Although famous flowers have owners, I can help loosen the soil..."

Clark murmured the classic maxims he learned from his eldest cousin, leaned forward, lowered himself on the horse's back, and steered the galloping horse.

"Clark, maybe you really have a talent in this area..."

Lex followed slowly, trying to keep the surprise 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 that of ordinary people.

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

But with Clark, he can already gallop and perform some difficult movements.

"With such a level, is he qualified to participate in equestrian competitions?"

Clark ran twice and took hold of the reins.

Slowly straighten your back and slow down the horse.

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

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

Generally speaking, equestrian competitions have multiple events.

Such as dressage, endurance racing, barrel racing, etc.

The main purpose is to test the rider's ability and create entertaining program effects.

There is no need for Clark to waste time on projects that have certain technical requirements.

However, for events such as speed competitions and obstacle courses, which are relatively low-difficulty and suitable for novices, you can sign up.

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

No young girl would refuse a star who steals the show.

This is one of the reasons why cheerleaders and quarterbacks are so popular in schools.

"You also need a good horse."

Lex added.

It’s not like you can just find a wild horse and gallop around the field.

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

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

"This could be a big problem..."

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

"The ones I raise? They all live in the metropolitan horse farm, and they can't be transferred here in a while."

Lex is in some trouble, and his father will not allow his beloved thing to be transported to a small town to participate in a less famous equestrian competition.

In the words of the other party, "This will damage the face and honor of the Luther family."

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

It was then carried forward by the British and became a fashionable behavior in aristocratic circles.

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

A high-end thoroughbred horse? It will only be more expensive than a modern high-end sports car.

It is necessary to hire special labor and breeding, as well as purchase space, etc.

Those rich people like to create some threshold leisure activities? They hope to distinguish themselves from the poor in a clear class.

Yachts, sports cars, private jets... they are all exclusive items that show off one's status.

"Maybe Godfather will have a way. I remember he had a thoroughbred horse that won the World Jumping Equestrian Championship? It's called... Lightning Barry?"

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

He doesn't have many friends, so he pays special attention to Clark.

"Then I'll wait and ask."

If it had been anyone else, Clark might have given up and not bothered Lex anymore.

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

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

"Lightning Barry? Just ride away."

Luke, who was staying in the mansion to study kryptonite, saw his little cousin visiting, silently closed 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 considered a trusteeship.

After all, who could be more trustworthy than his young cousin and godson?

A mere thoroughbred horse, what a big deal.

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

Luke reminded kindly.

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

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

Their bodies undergo mutations and develop various strange abilities.

Luke secretly marked several dangerous people and planned to give them to his little cousin to level up and fight monsters to gain experience.

Clark nodded vigorously and patted his chest in assurance.

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

Just like a student who is dragged to class after school, his body is sitting in the classroom, but his mind has already flown to other places.

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

What else could be on my mind besides the white thighs and arms.

The overwhelming male hormones can easily make Clark lose his calm mind and become worried about gains and losses.

There was no way, who could let the little cousin be just an innocent virgin who had just had his first kiss and whose virginity remained intact.

By the way, his first kiss was Lex Luthor.

Maybe this is why the other party is so enthusiastic about helping Clark?

"A friendly reminder, if you win the competition and have an opportunity to have further in-depth communication with Lana later, be sure to remember to ask her to take off that necklace."

Luke seemed to remember something and gave a special warning.

If the little cousin is ready to pick up the gun and mount the horse, but turns out that his body is not weak and his mind is full but his strength is insufficient, it may cause serious trauma to his young mind.

According to incomplete statistics, among men, if the first experience is too bad, there is a high probability that it will cause disharmony in future marital life.

"necklace……"

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

His trust in his eldest cousin is growing day by day. We are all Saiyans, can Luke still harm himself? ?

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The equestrian competition is coming as scheduled. The scene can be said to be noisy with gongs and drums, firecrackers are blasting, red flags are waving, and there are huge crowds of people... Sorry, it's a joke.

This is an annual large-scale event in the town. From the administrative committee members to ordinary residents, they will gather here. It is a grand event suitable for everyone.

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

The winner will receive the "Golden Pumpkin Award" from the town administrative committee and a cash prize of $[-].

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

"Clark, come on!"

Before the game started, adoptive father Jonathan and Mrs. Kent came together to cheer their son loudly.

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

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

reward?

Clark looked at Lana, who was not far away and looked heroic in a knight's uniform.

He felt as if his boyish heart had been hit by something.

The lively atmosphere spread quickly, and the entire stadium was filled with cheers and applause.

I saw a number of well-dressed horses, led by their riders.

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

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

After a few ten minutes, the opening show was finished and it was finally the racing competition's turn to begin.

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

The latter seemed to sense his little cousin's eyes, 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.

He is preparing to rush to the battlefield, win honors and medals, and then gain the favor of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

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

Just waiting for the starter to fire the gun, this horse, known as the "Koenigsegg among thoroughbred horses," will be able to leave all opponents behind and become the most dazzling star on the field.

Bang!

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

Just at the start, he was far ahead of his opponents.

But there was no applause or cheering.

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

Suddenly, he pulled the reins hard and tried to stop.

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

That gunshot was made by him.

"See you again, kid!"

The opponent was wearing the starter's overalls and pulled out a submachine gun from nowhere.

After firing in the sky for a while, he fired again at Lightning Barry.

A thoroughbred horse worth a global limited-edition Koenigsegg was violently shot, its body was covered with blood holes, and it fell down whining in pain.

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

Screams, shouts... poured into Clark's ears like waves.

He barely opened his eyes and saw gun-wielding gangsters approaching Lana who was riding a red horse.

"……dangerous!"

Terrifying thoughts occupied Clark's mind, and he felt as if he had received a shot of adrenaline, instantly becoming energetic and full of strength.

boom!

There was an explosion in the atmosphere, as if a bomb had been detonated, sending up billows of smoke.

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

Boom!

It's like gold and iron colliding, making a sonorous sound.

Clark's eyes widened with an expression of incredible shock.

"Little guy, I am no longer the same as before!"

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

Throwing away the submachine gun 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 was "buzzing", as if it had hit an iron wall.

"what's going on?"

Clark barely stood still, and saw "President Jefferson" rushing forward.

The skin of the other party's body showed a metallic color.

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

"Where did he come from?"

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

He wanted to see what his trained little cousin would do when faced with an enemy of equal strength.

However, things were not looking good for Clark.

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

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

"Punching, dodging...His speed and reaction seem to be inferior to that of my older cousin."

Thanks to his long experience as a human punchbag, 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 opponent's head as he leaned over.

Bang!

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

Clark continued to assume a defensive posture. He didn't know how to attack, but he knew how to counterattack.

"Come here!"

The little cousin made a provocative move he learned from Luke, raised his finger and moved it a few times.

The dizzy "President Jefferson" seemed to be ridiculed, charging towards him like an angry bull.

Those steel palms that could flatten steel and crush rocks suddenly closed and hugged Clark tightly.

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

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

The head is tilted back and pushed forward!

Boom!

"President Jefferson" received an elbow blow and was hit hard on the head again. He staggered back and his ears and nose were bleeding.

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

Clark seemed to hear his eldest cousin's voice. He subconsciously took a step forward and clenched his hands into fists.

Without any clues, he quickly hit "President Jefferson" on the chest.

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

dong dong dong-

Continuous muffled sounds echoed in the arena.

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