Clark has recently canceled all extracurricular activities, not just asking for leave from his eldest cousin to free himself from the miserable life of a human punchbag.
He also stopped the training of the rugby team. In addition to going to Metropolis to check in on time at night, he basically spent the day at Lex's mansion to practice fencing skills, or go to the ranch to learn equestrian skills together.
Even the adoptive father Jonathan was surprised. When did Clark fall in love with horse riding?
Little did he know that his son just wanted to perform well in the competition and successfully win the heart of the goddess.
If you switch to the previous Clark, you may not be so proactive.
Holding back and doubting yourself are what Superman in adolescence does most often.
But after receiving training from his elder 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, and controlled the galloping horse.
"Clark, maybe you really have a talent in this area..."
Lex followed slowly, trying hard to suppress the surprised expression on his face.
For the first time, he discovered that this guy who was called a "nerd" in school actually had an ability to learn far beyond ordinary people.
In three days, ordinary people can only learn the riding posture.
But if you put it here Clark, it can already gallop and perform some difficult movements.
"With such a level, is he qualified to participate in equestrian competitions?"
Clark ran twice and held the reins.
Slowly straighten your back and slow down.
"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 in a deep voice.
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.
For projects that have certain technical requirements, Clark there is no need to waste time.
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 celebrity 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 high-quality horse racing horse.
"The few horses I raise at home live in Metropolis's horse farm, and they can't be transferred there in a while."
Lex was in trouble, and his father would not allow his beloved possession to be transported to a small town to participate in an obscure equestrian competition.
In the words of the other party, "This will damage the face and honor of the Luthor 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 horse racing have been favored by the Metropolis upper class and have become an emerging means of showing off their wealth.
A high-end thoroughbred horse is only 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, hoping to separate themselves from the poor into a clear class.
Yachts, sports cars, private jets... are all exclusive items that show off one's status.
"Maybe Godfather can find a way. I remember that he raised a thoroughbred horse Champion that won the World Jumping Equestrian Championship. His name is... Lightning Barry?"
Lex took off his helmet, turned over and dismounted, and suddenly remembered and said.
He doesn't have many friends, so he pays special attention to Clark.
"Then I'll wait and ask."
If it were anyone else, Clark might just give up and not bother 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 Marvel Universe, and the industry here will eventually be handed over to Clark and Lex, which is regarded as 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 an intern at Superman."
Luke kindly reminded.
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 elements and planned to give them to his little cousin to gain experience by leveling up and killing monsters.
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.
In addition to the white thighs and clothes, what else can be in my mind.
The overwhelming male hormones can easily make Clark lose his cool head 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 partner 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 the opportunity to have further in-depth communication with Lana, be sure to ask her to take off that necklace."
Luke seemed to remember something and gave a special warning.
If the little cousin is about to pick up the gun and mount the horse, but turns out that his whole body is not weak and his strength is insufficient, it may cause serious trauma to his young Mind Stone.
According to incomplete statistics, among men, if the first experience is too bad, there is a high probability that it will cause disharmony in subsequent marriages.
"Necklace..."
Clark looked puzzled, but didn't think much about it.
His trust in his eldest cousin is increasing day by day. We are all Saiyans, can Luke still harm himself??
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 Administrative Committee to ordinary residents, they will all gather here. It is a grand event suitable for everyone.
There are four major events in the competition, dressage, barrel racing, hurdles and racing.
Champion will receive "Golden Pumpkin Award" awarded by the town's Administrative Committee Association, as well as a cash prize of one thousand US dollars.
As a town-level competition, the prize money is quite generous.
"Clark, come on!"
Before the game started, adoptive fathers Jonathan and Lady Kent came together and cheered their sons loudly.
"Champion and current Kingpin are not important. What is important is that you can gain something."
As always, my adoptive father Jonathan always speaks with positive energy.
Harvest?
Clark looked not far away, Lana, who was wearing a knight's uniform and looked heroic.
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 dozens of minutes, the opening program was completed 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 platform 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 definitely 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 get the favor of 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 "Koenigsegg among thoroughbred horses", can ride away from all opponents and become the most dazzling star on the field.
Bang!
Gunfire rang out.
Clark shook the reins, Lightning Barry broke through the two open doors, and suddenly sprang 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.
"We meet again, boy!"
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 opened fire again at Lightning Barry.
A thoroughbred horse worth a global limited edition, Koenigsegg, was violently shot, covered with blood holes, and fell down whining in pain.
Due to inertia, Clark fell forward, rolled several times, and hit the fence next to the track.
Screams, shouts... poured into Clark's ears one after another, like ocean waves.
He barely opened his eyes and saw gun-wielding gangsters approaching Lana riding a red horse.
"... It's dangerous!"
Terrible thoughts occupied Clark's mind. It was 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 and dust that obscured the view.
Like lightning, Clark rushed 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 explosion.
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 firm, and saw "President Jefferson" continuing to rush 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, the situation for Clark is not optimistic.
The little cousin learned how to control power, but he really lacked talent in fighting.
The "President Jefferson" with Steel Body constantly suppresses Clark, giving it a violent blow from the storm.
"Punching, dodging... His speed and reaction seem to be inferior to that of my older cousin."
Thanks to the long-term experience of being 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 it out.
Clark continues to assume a defensive posture. He doesn't know how to attack, but he knows how to counterattack.
"Come here!"
The little cousin made the provocative action 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.
The pair of 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 his head was hit hard again. He staggered back, with blood stains on his ears and nose.
"... 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 punched "President Jefferson" in the chest.
Every punch was made with all his strength, like a round sledgehammer.
Dong dong dong dong——
Continuous muffled sounds echoed in the arena.
Even though "President Jefferson" is Steel Body, facing the lightning-fast Wild Fists of Clark, he still couldn't bear it and directly vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground unconscious.