Words That Shocked Superman for a Lifetime

That night, the Kent Family slept soundly. The problems that had once troubled them, Robet's intellectual issues, were now resolved. Although Robet's appetite had become a new problem, the Kents were still very gratified to have a Robet who considered his family.

This showed that Robet had not only recovered his senses but had also grown up, becoming a sensible child.

Robet, however, was unaware of the Kents' relief. Before his transmigration, he had been a pure martial artist, dedicating his life to the path of becoming stronger. Apart from interacting with the Z Fighters, he hadn't engaged in much social contact.

But Robet understood gratitude. The fifteen years of upbringing meant as much to him as his pursuit of martial arts.

The next day, at five in the morning, Robet got up. This was his first training session in the fifteen years since he had arrived in this world. He wasn't particularly excited. He quickly got ready, set aside his mended pants, called Clark, and began their new training.

The training methods weren't anything special. It mostly involved carrying heavy objects and traversing mountains, long-distance sprints, and doing various push-ups and frog jumps with weights. He even tilled the fields at home with his bare hands. Robet had already practiced these things with young Goku and Krillin, so picking them up again felt different. The only thing missing was the milk delivery route...

For Robet, the current training intensity was a bit high. His current pure physical strength wasn't necessarily stronger than a newly debuted young Goku's, as young Goku had grown up in the mountains for a while. Robet, on the other hand, hadn't even traveled far in the past fifteen years.

Therefore, Robet was determined to make up for the lost fifteen years!

However, while Robet enjoyed increasing his training volume, Clark didn't have such a smooth experience. He was doing the same training as Robet, but the weights and such were simply too easy for Clark.

No matter how large the stones he carried, traversing mountains with them caused Clark no burden at all.

Helplessly, Robet had to set a different training plan for Clark, such as infinite punches and infinite kicks, while requiring the same force and impact point for each strike.

Without a gravity chamber, even with Robet's extensive experience, these were the only methods he could think of to help Clark gradually master his physical strength.

Soon, the morning passed. Robet and Clark didn't feel any fatigue. Clark's lack of fatigue was due to the insufficient training intensity, while Robet was wondering if his last wish, which enhanced his body's recovery abilities, was still effective.

If it was truly effective, then a Saiyan combined with super-strong recovery abilities seemed like it could allow for special methods of improvement...

After all, Saiyans, or rather, the Saiyans of Universe 7, had a characteristic: their combat power would greatly increase after a near-death revival.

Of course, this near-death revival wasn't useful all the time. It was more like manifesting the body's current potential through the process of going from death to life.

If one's strength was trained to its limit, then even after experiencing a near-death revival, their combat power would not increase further.

But Robet was clearly not at his limit right now!

Admittedly, Robet preferred to improve himself through constant training, but if his super-strong recovery talent still existed, Robet could fight more recklessly, even unleashing his unique battle methods imbued with his martial arts!

"Brother, why don't you try hitting me until I'm half-dead?" With this thought, Robet, who was roasting food in a deserted area, looked at Clark with a hint of eagerness.

This wasn't considered cheating to increase strength; it was just reasonably utilizing and understanding his own talents!

I, Robet, am not cheating... cough cough!

Clark: 〣(Δ)〣

As Robet's words fell, Clark was completely stunned. He had never experienced such an emotion before, but he now had the urge to crack open Robet's head and see if his brain was broken!

Clark suspected that Robet's earlier claim of his consciousness having fully recovered was false. Robet's consciousness definitely hadn't fully recovered, right?

Were the words he just spoke something a person with a normal brain would say? Even aliens wouldn't say something like that!

"Brother?" Seeing Clark frozen in place, staring at him, Robet looked over with some confusion and explained, "Well, it's not exactly half-dead. You need to hit me until I have only one breath left, unable to move my whole body, on the verge of death. I know this might be a bit difficult for you, but just do as I say, avoid the brain and heart, and then blah blah blah blah..."

Clark: 　〣(Δ)〣

Shocking Superman for a lifetime, Clark had never heard such a request from Robet in his life – asking someone to beat him until he had only one breath left, and most importantly, Robet explained it in such detail!

"Brother? Why aren't you talking? Is it difficult? Then maybe we can try it after you've trained for a while?" After a long pause, seeing that Clark still hadn't replied, Robet thought that perhaps Clark lacked confidence in his control over his own strength and that's why he hadn't agreed, so he suggested trying again another day.

"Robet, I heard there's a famous asylum called Arkham on the outskirts of Gotham City. Now that you can hide your tail yourself, perhaps you should go and try..." Clark gradually recovered from his shock. He took a deep breath and looked at Robet seriously.

Robet: (_???)

At this moment, Robet fully displayed what it meant to have a small head filled with big question marks. Even with his slowness, he understood that suggesting he try an asylum meant they thought his brain was malfunctioning.

It was just that Robet didn't understand why Clark thought his brain was faulty.

After all, since he dared to ask Clark to beat him to near death, he naturally had some confidence in his ability to recover.

Wasn't this something that could be easily deduced? If Clark couldn't even figure out this simple deduction, then perhaps Clark's brain had some issues.

Moreover, even if Clark couldn't figure it out, couldn't he just ask? Did they really think he, Robet, was crazy enough to ask someone to beat him to near death without any confidence in his recovery...

With this thought, Robet looked into Clark's eyes with a bit of disdain and pity, and then their gazes met.

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