Superman Takes Down Optimus Prime Single-Handedly

Hearing Robet's words, Kara rolled her eyes. Could that be the same thing? But Kara quickly thought of something else, her brows furrowing as she looked at Robet and said, "Robet, you've missed so many classes. Selene told me your situation is a bit troublesome. If this continues, you might not be able to graduate, let alone go to university..."

"Go to university?" Robet, who spent his class time meditating, had never considered going to university. In fact, Robet always felt that going to university was a very distant thing for him.

Before his first time travel, Robet was a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur) teenager. In his eyes, college students were no different from adults. After traveling to the Dragon Ball World, Robet still had little to do with going to school.

In the Dragon Ball World, the only thing related to going to school is successfully enrolling in school and becoming a scholar, wasting his great talent and fighting power, and constantly regressing in strength, only able to keep up with the current version of Son Gohan using cheat codes on the spot.

Therefore, Robet can barely accept going to school now, since his appearance hasn't really grown up yet. But once he's an adult, going to university really isn't necessary for a Saiyan...

"Aren't you planning to go to college?" Kara asked Robet hesitantly. Kara was conflicted; while Missouri and Kansas did have good schools, they weren't quite at the level of the top universities. If Kara wanted to attend those universities, she'd probably have to go a long way...

Even though distance wasn't a big problem for Kara, Kara still found it a little difficult to adjust if Robet didn't go to university with her.

"There's really no need to go to university. If I need to make money in the future, I can participate in a competitive eating contest or buy more land to cultivate. I can also train at the same time. But if going to school takes up too much time, I'm worried that it will weaken my fighting power. After all, when it comes to training, if you don't advance, you regress..." Robet nodded after thinking for a moment. He thought of the image of Kakarot holding a tractor and Son Gohan wearing glasses.

Actually, although Robet didn't study much during his school years, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to pass exams. He could have easily looked at Kara's or other people's papers with his mental powers or found the answers through Mind Stone. However, Robet felt it wasn't necessary, as university wasn't essential for him.

"Oh, I see..." Kara muttered to herself, looking down in displeasure.

"Barry Allen and Lorna are both doing well in school, right? If you're worried about not having anyone to accompany you, you can make a pact to go to the same university!" Seeing Kara's sullen expression, Robet scratched his head and gently comforted her.

"How can that be the same? They can't compare to you!" Hearing Robet's words, Kara felt a little better, but she still glared at Robet with some dissatisfaction.

"They are indeed much weaker!" Robet nodded matter-of-factly, then said with some curiosity, "I wonder how strong they are now, whether they have improved at all...wait, if their strength has improved, wouldn't that indirectly mean that Peter Parker's strength has regressed?"

For a moment, Robet felt a pang of sympathy for Peter Parker. After all, he had missed the chance to receive superpowers from the Talisman before, and now he hadn't expected Talisman to offer a second benefit...

"I was talking to you about going to college!" Kara reminded Robet, somewhat annoyed, as he changed the subject.

"Isn't there still more than a year? Why the rush? If you want to train with me then, you can come back anytime. You're so fast..." Robet said, looking at Kara with a puzzled expression.

"Fine, let's wait a year!" Kara glared at Robet, but finally gave in to Robet questioning gaze. She figured Robet might just be a bit immature and would probably mature when he came of age. After all, she had grown taller in the past few years, but Robet's appearance hadn't changed at all. It was probably his racial traits that were suppressing Robet sensory abilities in this area...

That's right! Kara mentally found an excuse for Robet, deciding to put aside thoughts of university for now. She'd go prepare some food for Robet first, since Robet injuries hadn't healed and he must be hungry after a battle...

Meanwhile, Clark took Lana out on a date as an ordinary person, and at first there were no problems. After all, in normal situations, no one would usually cause trouble.

But things are different in a tavern. Lana saw a tavern by the roadside and said she wanted to celebrate their day together by going in for a couple of drinks.

So the two went to a tavern. Although the surrounding environment was rather noisy, it didn't stop them from gazing at each other tenderly, after all, they had just entered the honeymoon phase...

However, just as a waitress brought the drinks to them and was about to return to the bar, a customer at the table behind Clark slapped the waitress on the buttocks.

With a sharp "snap!", the entire tavern fell silent for a moment as everyone turned their gaze towards the scene. The waitress gasped in surprise and quickly tried to look away.

But the drunkard was clearly quite intoxicated, and he was acting out of control. Seeing everyone's gazes around him, he wasn't afraid at all; instead, he became even more excited. He got up and tried to hug the waitress and continue to grope her, but just then, a burly figure blocked his way.

"Enough, stop causing trouble!" Clark said calmly, looking at the drunk man. His good mood about his date with Lana was now somewhat ruined. He was going to take Lana to another place, but before that, he certainly couldn't watch the drunk man continue to molest the waitress.

"Hey! A hero saving a damsel in distress? Kid! You bring a female companion out and you dare to play the hero? Don't you even know your own limitations!" The drunkard looked at the tall and burly Clark without any fear. He looked at Clark and mocked him, but when he found that Clark was not affected by his words, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, and he directly moved to push Clark to the ground.

With a loud "bang!", a figure staggered backward, knocking over a table. But the figure wasn't Clark; it was the ungrateful drunkard.

Although Clark did not retaliate against the drunkard, it was clear that the forces were reciprocal. The drunkard pushed Clark forcefully, but not only did he fail to move Clark at all, he was also pushed back, and then he lost his balance and knocked over the table, almost falling to the ground.

"You bastard!" The drunkard instantly flew into a rage, not caring whether it was his fault or not; he only wanted revenge on Clark.

With a "crack!", the drunkard grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it, roaring as he charged at Clark. A waitress nearby gasped in surprise, but the half-bottle didn't hit Clark on the head. Instead, Clark grabbed Clark's arm, rendering him immobile. Clark then snatched the bottle away and placed it on a nearby table.

"Let me go! You bastard!" The drunkard struggled and swung his other hand at Clark. The attack didn't hurt Clark at all, but it made his own hand sting.

"Are you just going to stand by and watch?" the drunkard shouted angrily at his companions.

"Excuse me, please let him go. We'll keep an eye on him..." His companions frowned, but still stood up. However, they didn't intend to lay a hand on Clark, because they realized that Clark might be a good fighter; otherwise, the drunk wouldn't have suffered such a loss.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him cause any trouble." Clark released his grip and said calmly. The drunkard, seeing that he was free again, tried to struggle and lunge at Clark, but was held back by his companion.

"What are you afraid of him for? He's just one person, and there are so many of us. Do you think we'll be scared by him?" The drunkard shouted angrily when he saw his companions holding him back.

"No matter how many of us there are, we're not in the right. You were in the wrong to begin with. A little conflict is fine, but it would be bad if it really turned into a fight..." His companion glanced at the tall, burly, and calm Clark. Being more sober than the drunkard, they felt that this guy was not someone to mess with, so they could only try to persuade the drunkard with earnest words.

"Forget it, let's go somewhere else." Clark glanced at the drunkard, then looked at Lana and said with a smile.

"Yeah, I shouldn't have come to this tavern. Let's go somewhere else." Lana nodded. She just happened to see the tavern and thought she'd have a drink. She didn't expect things to turn out like this. Luckily, Lana wasn't impulsive. Otherwise, having just gained her superpowers, she probably would have rushed out and taught that drunkard a lesson.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you. Please put today's bill on me!" A hint of regret flashed in the waitress's eyes as she watched Lana take Clark's arm, and she whispered to Clark.

The idea of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress leaves a deep impression on girls, especially since Clark is tall and handsome, which naturally makes the waitress feel favorably towards him.

However, after seeing Lana, the waitress didn't seem inclined to exchange contact information; she simply expressed her gratitude to Clark.

"No need, you've had it tough enough." Clark shook his head, took out some money and placed it on the plate, saying softly, "Be more careful next time, but his companion will probably try to stop him..."

"Hehe, looks like you're going to win someone over again, just like I did back then!" Lana pulled Clark outside, lowering her voice to tease him, "She's quite pretty, aren't you tempted?"

"If I were that easily swayed, would you have waited this long? Besides, I save so many people every day. If I were to fall for everyone, how many times would I have to fall for them..." Clark said affectionately, playfully pinching Lana's nose.

"Hmph! You know you've kept me waiting for a long time!" Lana rolled her eyes at Clark, annoyed.

"Sorry... um?" Clark was about to say some sweet words to coax Lana when he suddenly frowned and instinctively shielded Lana behind him.

With a "smash!", a beer bottle hit Clark, causing no real harm, but spilling beer all over him.

Clark could certainly have dodged the beer, but it wouldn't be good to show too much ability in front of everyone, so Clark blocked the beer and didn't let a single drop spill on Lana.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I'll wipe it off for you right away!" The waitress glanced somewhat fearfully in the direction of the drunk man before handing the towel to Clark.

"Let me do it!" Lana took the towel, smiled at the waitress, and helped Clark wipe the beer off his clothes.

"What are you looking at? Come and hit me again if you dare!" The drunkard, who was being held back by his companion, continued to shout despite the look Clark was giving him.

"Let's go." Clark gave the drunkard a deep look, then looked at Lana and said softly, leading Lana out of the pub. They then saw a large truck parked not far from the entrance.

"To be honest, I'm a little angry." Clark smiled at Lana beside him, and under Lana's somewhat bewildered gaze, he rushed towards the truck. Then, Lana's eyes widened in disbelief and amusement; she hadn't expected Clark to have this side to him...

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