If we talk about the time and space of the main universe, all the undercurrents are hidden on the calm surface, and gradually show the harbingers of the impending crisis.

Luke's world, then, is like the retirement life of a retired worker, with a slow and monotonous pace.

"Push harder, haven't you eaten?"

"Think of me as Lana's quarterback boyfriend, yes, that's it, beat me up!"

"Too weak, too weak...... Kakarot! Now you don't even have the qualifications to be my opponent! ”

“……”

Replace it with before, facing such a boring world.

Luke might choose to pass the time by using philatelic Hollywood actresses who are constantly fixing cars.

But now, he's found something even more fun.

That's the little cousin of Krypton!

Beneath the private mansion, there is a large training ground.

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The thunderous sounds were like firecrackers.

The fist was like a swift and rhythmic drumbeat, constantly falling on Clark.

He is like a human sandbag, he can only hold his head in his hands, passively withstand the violent attack of his eldest cousin, and there is no room for a counterattack.

That's the training process these days.

He was beaten repeatedly until he couldn't stand up.

"I, I admit defeat, big cousin!"

Feeling exhausted, Clark gasped violently and couldn't even speak.

"Clark, you're not strong enough, you should say, 'I can fight with you all day'!"

Luke withdrew his fist and said with a little disgust: "It's too unmanly to admit defeat so quickly!" ”

Clark took off his torn gloves and looked like he had been hollowed out.

The whole person sits on the hard ground with potholes, and his chest rises and falls like a pulled bellows.

He looked up at his eldest cousin's heavy fists that were enough to hammer himself to death, and felt the sore muscles again.

If I fight with my eldest cousin all day, I'm afraid I'll die on the spot and everyone will be gone.

"I still can't learn to fight......"

Clark shook his head? Somewhat frustrated.

In front of Luke? He looked incredibly clumsy.

Not fast enough to punch and slow to react? I can only be beaten every time.

What's the difference? The length of time to hold on.

"Fighting takes a long workout, Clark."

Luke waved his hand? This amount of exercise is a warm-up at best, let alone a respite? Not even a sweat flowed.

"I just want you to learn first? How to control power. ”

In the beginning, every time Clark threw a punch, he did his best to blow the air.

Every step? It can step on the solid ground out of cracks and potholes.

If there is no Luke's bioforce field to envelop the surroundings? I'm afraid this house will be demolished.

"At least you've learned how to control the power of your punches so you don't get out of control anymore."

Luke smiled and tossed a hot towel to his little cousin.

Kryptonite's physique is tough, even if he is beaten as a punching bag for two hours in a row.

Is Clark still alive? It's just a little muscle ache.

Bask in the sun for a few minutes and you'll be fine.

This is also the reason why Luke is so enthusiastic about training his little cousin.

Since he's gotten stronger? I couldn't even find a proper punching bag.

And now, Clark is undoubtedly a good choice.

Who else can resist beatings better than Kryptonians?

"And when will I learn to fly?"

Does Clark always remember? That nice feeling of looking down on the planet from above.

"When you can resist the gravitational pull of the earth, you can fly."

For real Kryptonians? Flying is not an ability.

Can they use a strong body? and the detachment of biological force fields from gravity.

Like Zod? Born with a genetic template implanted in Kryptonian General.

The talent for fighting, the leadership ability of the team is directly full.

So when he came to Earth, quickly got used to the atmosphere and gravity.

Like flying, hot sight, you can quickly master it.

"Big cousin, I still have something."

Clark rested for a while, wiped the sweat off his body, and then got up and said.

He recently joined the school's football team and gets to get up close and personal with his crush, Lana, every day.

Coupled with the daily special training of my eldest cousin, although my back hurts, I am indeed more in control of my body than before, and I no longer have to worry about hurting others.

All in all, life is like getting into the fast lane.

Everything was so satisfying.

"There may be a lot of strange things happening in the town lately, so if there's danger, remember to shout for help."

Luke smiled meaningfully, he understood the threat of Kryptonite to Superman, but he didn't say it directly.

Because it doesn't make any sense to tell Clark, it only leads to more questions.

This town is Superman's novice village.

He needs to keep completing tasks and gaining experience in order to become a beacon of hope for the future metropolis.

……

……

Time passed silently, juggling between school and his eldest cousin's daily training, and Clark felt that his life was full.

And the first task he has to face will happen in a week.

On this day, he accompanied his mother to the town bank to withdraw money.

Thanks to the secret help of his eldest cousin, the size of Kent Farm was about doubled.

Jonathan, his adoptive father, gets busy, pulls out his savings and prepares to buy a brand new batch of farm tools.

"Seventeen years ago, that meteorite rain hit the town, causing a lot of casualties."

Mrs. Kent laughed about the past, and it was as she and her husband were driving home that they picked up Clark falling from the sky.

It was also because of that disaster that many families were broken and innocent people were killed, and later the registration of identity became much easier.

Jonathan struggled to file with the Population Department and the Social Security Administration.

Thus, Clark Kent went from being an alien to an American citizen.

"Mom, thank you for adopting me."

Clark often wondered what would have happened if he hadn't fallen on a farm in Kansas, but had ended up somewhere else.

"You're the one who gives us hope, Clark."

Mrs. Kent took her son by the arm and walked into the bank together.

But it didn't take long for two bandits wearing presidential masks to break in.

"President Kennedy", armed with a double-barreled shotgun, took the lead.

They seemed to have been well prepared, and sent a man in first to step on the spot.

After observing for a moment, the bandits, wearing the mask of "President Roosevelt", quickly put down the security guards inside.

Then standing in the doorway, the two security guards, attracted by the attention, let the remaining accomplices fall to the ground.

"Don't move! All crouch! ”

"President Kennedy" fired a shot in the air and did not worry about attracting the police.

The town is not as good as the big city and has strict security measures.

Even if the police station receives the alarm bell from the bank and immediately rushes over, it will take seven or eight minutes.

That's enough time for them to fill two travel bags with bills.

In fact, robbery is an illegal job with a strong focus on efficiency.

In the shortest time, get the most harvest, is the goal.

The gangsters who broke into the bank, then caused an accident and were quickly blocked by the police.

In a way, none of them are professional enough.

"Open the vault and put the money in! Hurry up, and if anyone stalls, I'll shoot him in the head. ”

The three bandits quickly took control of the scene, and in the face of a double-barreled shotgun, the bank clerk and the townspeople obediently held their heads in their hands and squatted on the ground.

It's like a roadblock robbery, just pass your wallet honestly, and don't try to resist, otherwise you may get a bullet.

"President Jefferson" used a Colt pistol to open the vault with a bank manager and an employee to fill it with money.

The other was guarding the door, not probing out to scan the situation.

They have a clear division of labor, without the slightest panic, and they are not novices.

"It's okay, Mom, it'll be over soon."

Clark stared at the gunmen, and out of a sense of justice in his heart, he wanted to jump out immediately and stop these bad guys from committing crimes.

But considering his mother's safety and the need to hide his identity, Clark can only temporarily suppress the complicated feelings of eagerness.

When life is under the control of others, every second is so tormenting.

The "President Kennedy" armed with a double-barreled shotgun seemed to enjoy the feeling of holding the power of life and death.

The muzzle of the gun flickered incessantly, and each movement caused a whimpering sound of fear.

"Boss, it's alright."

After a few long minutes had passed, "President Roosevelt" threw two stuffed travel bags on the ground.

"President Kennedy" kicked the bag in front of his accomplice at the door and threw him into the trunk of the car.

Unsure if the town's police were still on their way, he raised his hand to look at the time.

It's only been eight minutes.

"Pick a hostage and get in the car."

The leader of the "President Kennedy" carried a bag of money and said to the other accomplices.

"President Roosevelt", who was holding a Colt pistol, took a quick glance and chose Mrs. Kent, who was trembling all over her body and looked scared.

Female, of medium age, may be a housewife......

Such a label will make those police officers feel jealous and dare not do it directly.

The bandits brutally seized Mrs. Kent and tried to take her away.

The brother didn't know that his path was narrow.

Even General Zod was pressed to the ground and rubbed for trying to hurt Superman's mother.

Others do this, and the end is predictable.

"Clark!"

Just as Mrs. Kent screamed, Superman, who could no longer bear it, pounced on him like an angry bull with red eyes.

Boom!

Thanks to the recent daily training of his big cousin, Clark didn't knock the bandit into a puddle of ketchup.

Caught off guard, he overhead the other party, and the Colt pistol, which could pose a "threat", slipped out.

"Fack! You little! ”

The bandits didn't expect that they would capsize in the gutter and let a high school student fall to the ground.

However, before he could do anything, a powerful fist smashed the bridge of his nose.

Even his cheeks felt as if he had been scraped by a steel knife, grinding off large chunks of skin.

Again, this is the consequence of Clarke's strength.

Otherwise, the other person's head may have to burst open like a watermelon.

Warm blood, splattered on his face.

Clarke, who had fought with someone for the first time and saw blood, was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

He got up in a panic, and then saw two bandits coming from outside the door.

The double-barreled shotgun was aimed at Clark's chest, and the bandit leader wearing the "President Kennedy" mask let out a cruel laugh.

Rumble!

A cloud of gunpowder smoke dispersed.

Strong kinetic energy and shrapnel hit Superman.

Everyone in the bank covered their mouths, as if they couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Such a young life is going to die under the guns of bandits...... What a tragedy.

Mrs. Kent, in particular, was so emotional that she almost fainted.

But after a few seconds, there was no bloody scene they expected.

Clark subconsciously looked at the chest that was shot, only to feel a slight tingling, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Other than that, there was no other reaction.

"What the are you?"

Now it was the turn of the bandit leader to be shocked.

The immature, young high school student in front of him is okay with a shotgun?

He didn't believe in evil, pulled the bolt, and prepared to do it again.

But Clark did not give "President Kennedy" this opportunity, and he also learned a truth from his eldest cousin to not let the enemy have any room for counterattack.

In a few steps, he crossed the distance between the two of them.

Raise your hand and hold the double-barreled shotgun and squeeze it hard!

Crunch!

It makes a tooth-aching metallic deformation sound.

The barrel was twisted into twist in an instant.

Boom!

Clark easily snatched the scrapped gun from the bandit leader's hands and threw it on the opponent's head as a baseball bat.

This time, he controlled the power perfectly.

At most, it will be a severe concussion, but it will never be life-threatening.

When the only remaining bandit "President Jefferson" saw this scene, he hurriedly climbed into the car without looking back, ignited the engine, and walked away.

Clark tried to catch up, but then stopped suddenly.

He couldn't leave his mother alone in the bank, that could be dangerous.

After a dozen seconds, the bank clerk made sure that the bandit was gone, and gathered around Clark, looking at him with amazement.

At this time, the supertalent realized one thing.

The secret that he is a Saiyan seems to be exposed?

In desperation, Clark, who acted angrily, had long forgotten the reminder of his adoptive father Jonathan.

It wasn't until he had dealt with the bank robbers that he remembered that he shouldn't have done it.

"You saved us!"

"This kid is a hero!"

"He wasn't hurt......"

“……”

All sorts of voices squeezed into Clark's ears, and he became a little overwhelmed and didn't know what to do.

For the first time in his life, he became the focus and was called a "hero".

Clark was not used to it, and he carefully pushed away those who were gathered around him.

Picked up the frightened mother and prepared to leave.

At this time, a shrill siren sounded.

The police finally arrived.

But all they saw were two gangsters who had passed out, and a cheerful bank clerk.

How did this happen?

The policeman had question marks written all over his face.

It doesn't look like a bank robbery, but rather a carnival party of some sort.

"Officer, it's the kid in the school uniform."

Someone pointed at Clark and said.

"Everyone, you knocked down these two gun-wielding bandits?"

The fat police officer with a beer belly came over and asked, and he observed the scene for a while, intentionally or unintentionally, and found the double-barreled shotgun that had been twisted into a twist.

"You got that too?"

Clark was a little reserved, he scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it.

"Don't be nervous, kid, I'm just going to make a statement. You stopped a bank robbery and saved everyone present, and they are grateful to you, and the police department will give you a commendation. ”

The fat officer, who is experienced, slows down his tone, trying to dispel Clark's guardedness, and then begins to talk.

"Tell me, how did you defeat them?"

It sounds like a fantasy for a high school student to take down two gun-wielding bandits.

Clarke's throat rolled twice, remembering the words taught by his eldest cousin, and replied, "Officer, I, I was born with divine powers, and I knocked them over with just a flick of my fist." ”

The fat officer's round face suddenly became serious.

"Then this is also your innate divine power?"

He pointed to Clark's chest, which was so tattered that his clothes showed a hole.

That's the mark from the shotgun.