A Boy from Texas!

"Next, it's your turn."

Zhang Yang blocked out the barrage of notifications ringing in his ears, flexed his continually strengthening body, and raised one hand. "Goodbye."

Thunder Dragon!

The Thunder Dragon appeared again!

This time, there were four of them!

Apart from his thumb, each of Zhang Yang's other four fingers fired a Bolt of Balthakk.

As they flew toward Kaecilius and the others, the bolts swelled in the wind. Over a distance of merely a few hundred meters, they grew to more than a hundred meters long!

They were lifelike in appearance, with even their whiskers and scales clearly visible.

The reason he could achieve this was not only because Zhang Yang possessed an absurd amount of magic power, but more importantly, because he had nothing better to do.

Just kidding... The main reason was that his mental strength had now reached the level where he could perform such precise Magic Shaping.

Facing four Thunder Dragons in the form of Eastern divine dragons, the three Dark Lords decisively unleashed their dark power, enveloped themselves, and hid within a subspace.

Only Kaecilius was half a beat too slow from shock. By the time he reacted, the Thunder Dragon was already before him.

"Ha!"

Kaecilius panicked. He swore that he had never been so nervous before.

Perhaps the brink of life and death had brought out his potential. In a fraction of a second, he completed his spell and opened a Portal that swallowed the Thunder Dragon flying toward him.

"I'm saved!!!"

Before Kaecilius, who had narrowly escaped death, could even catch his breath, another Thunder Dragon came at him.

This time, the four Thunder Dragons merged into one, becoming even more powerful and larger as it swayed through the air toward Kaecilius.

"Again?"

This time, Kaecilius was prepared. He opened a Portal and waited for the Thunder Dragon to charge in.

But he had overlooked one thing.

Zhang Yang might not have been a Saint Seiya, but using such a simple trick twice in such a short time... Did Kaecilius take him for an idiot?

Even an idiot probably would not do something like that, right?

One Thunder Dragon had just been swallowed, and now the other side was trying the same trick again... Did he really think Zhang Yang was some apprentice who could not remotely control magic with his mind?

With a single thought from Zhang Yang, the Thunder Dragon abruptly veered aside, bypassed the Portal, and struck Kaecilius, who had still been sneering, head-on.

A massive explosion erupted.

Even though he possessed dark power and had prepared defensive measures, Zhang Yang's Thunder Dragon was simply too powerful. The twelve layers of shields Kaecilius had set up did not even last a second before shattering.

But the shields had bought him a tiny bit of time. Kaecilius, whose potential had been fully unleashed, seized that brief moment, opened a Portal, and fled directly through it!

"I'll be back!!!"

After leaving behind that famous line, the unwilling Kaecilius immediately closed the Portal, sealed off his own dark energy, and opened several Portals in succession to escape.

Sensing the magical signal at an unknown distance away, Zhang Yang nodded in satisfaction.

This was perfect. It was exactly what Zhang Yang wanted.

Although his attacks looked utterly merciless, he had actually been holding back.

Forget four Thunder Dragons—even forty or four hundred of them would have been no problem for Zhang Yang.

For now, he did not want to truly kill Kaecilius. If he kept him alive, he could farm him again next time.

That was Zhang Yang's true intention.

He glanced at the three Dark Lords still struggling against the Thunder Dragons. Seeing the despair in their eyes after being abandoned, Zhang Yang could not bear it, so he snapped his fingers.

Snap!

Along with the snap came the sound of the Thunder Dragons exploding.

In an instant, the violent explosions engulfed the three Dark Lords, and system notifications rang in Zhang Yang's ears at the same time.

"Ding! Detected that the host has killed a Dark Lord. Reward obtained: Mental Strength +50."

"Ding..."

Unlike other dark creatures, the system's reward for killing Dark Lords was an increase in his mental strength.

A cool sensation spread through his brain, making him feel as if he were floating among the clouds.

But Zhang Yang resisted the sensation and looked at Clark, who stood nearby with a shocked expression.

"Hello..."

Clark noticed Zhang Yang's gaze, jolted, and hurried over to extend his hand. "My name is Clark Kent. May I ask what your name is?"

Well, damn.

Looking at the somewhat fawning Clark before him, Zhang Yang could only think, well, damn.

If anyone else had acted so fawning toward him, Zhang Yang might not have been so excited. But who was this guy in front of him?

The future Superman!

Who had ever seen him act fawning?

Forget the comics—just in the movies and animation... When had Superman ever bowed his head to anyone?

Even Superman, who had been controlled by Darkseid's Anti-Life Equation, had never lowered that proud head before anyone except Lois.

Zhang Yang felt only one thing right now—it was awesome!

"Zhang Yang."

Zhang Yang shook Clark's hand and gave his name.

Logically speaking, as the Sorcerer Supreme, Zhang Yang should have remained mysterious and silently guarded Little Broken Planet. But he was still young. Even across two lifetimes, his ages combined only added up to a little over forty. He was still a young man!

"Are you... a magician?"

Clark looked curious. He had never known that such people existed in the world, but the moment the words left his mouth, he realized he had been somewhat presumptuous.

"I suppose you could call me a mage."

Zhang Yang thought for a moment, then nodded with certainty. "Mm... a Mystic."

"That's amazing..."

A look of longing appeared on Clark's face, making Zhang Yang's heart stir.

At this time, Superman was still an inexperienced young man, possessing the curiosity and drive unique to youth.

Zhang Yang knew that after Clark's powers awakened, he had always felt different from everyone else. He feared being isolated and feared being seen as a monster, so he did his best to disguise himself as an ordinary person.

Now, he had discovered that he was not alone. There were others in this world like him, people who possessed extraordinary abilities.

And because of that, he felt especially favorably toward Zhang Yang, the first extraordinary person he had met.

Young people like this were the easiest to influence. Just look at a certain group of vigilantes—a certain brat awakened Superman-like powers and started doing whatever he pleased.

"Do you want to learn?"

Zhang Yang conjured magical fireworks in his hand, looked at Clark's shining eyes, and said, "I can teach you!"

"Really?"

Clark looked up in surprise, but as a farmer's son, he rubbed his hands together. "Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

"It wouldn't."

Zhang Yang shook his head. "I'll first teach you a meditation method and a small spell."

After teaching Clark the most basic meditation technique and the Rings of Raggadorr, Zhang Yang said, "If you want to learn more, come find me at Kamar-Taj!"

"Yes."

Clark nodded wildly.

Having learned a new skill, he spread his hands and formed two circular magical shields, playing with them to his heart's content.

Watching Clark completely master the Rings of Raggadorr after seeing it only once, Zhang Yang could not help sighing.

As expected of Superman. Although he still looked very immature, his racial talent and potential for growth were simply too high. Whether in comprehension or practical ability, he was among the very best.

The current Clark had not learned how to absorb cosmic energy. The two spells were entirely powered by life energy drawn from his own powerful body.

It was completely absurd, you know?

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