Chapter 436

Clark recently cancelled all extracurricular activities, not just asking for leave from his big cousin to get rid of the miserable life of human flesh sandbags.

He also suspended the training of the football team. In addition to clocking in at metropolis on time at night, he basically learned fencing skills at Lex's house during the day, or went to the ranch to learn equestrian.

Even adoptive father Jonathan is very strange. When did Clark like riding?

As everyone knows, his son only wants to achieve excellent performance in the competition and win the heart of the goddess.

The former Clark might not be so proactive.

Flinching and doubting oneself are the most common things that Superman in adolescence does.

But after being taught by his big cousin, Clark's mentality has changed.

"As long as you wield the hoe well, you can't dig it down without a corner... Although the famous flowers have owners, I can help loosen the soil..."

Clark's mouth was full of classic maxims learned from his big cousin. He leaned forward, fell low on the horse's back, and drove the horse running with his hooves.

"Clark, maybe you really have this talent..."

Lex followed slowly, trying to restrain the surprised expression on his face.

For the first time, he found that the guy who was called a "nerd" in school had far more learning ability than ordinary people.

In three days, ordinary people can only learn riding posture at most.

But Clark can gallop his horse and make some difficult moves.

"At this level, are you qualified to participate in equestrian competitions?"

Clark ran two laps and grabbed the reins.

Slowly straighten your back and slow down.

"If you just sign up for ordinary competitions and obstacle races, there should be no problem."

Lex said thoughtfully, holding the reins in one hand and touching his chin in the other.

Generally speaking, equestrian competitions have multiple events.

Such as dressage, endurance, barrel race and so on.

It is mainly to test the ability of riders and create ornamental program effects.

Clark doesn't have to waste time on projects that require certain technology.

However, such as speed competition and obstacle competition, which are relatively low in difficulty. For projects suitable for novices, you can sign up.

If you can take the lead, you can win the favor of the goddess.

No young girl would refuse to be a star in the limelight.

This is one of the reasons why cheerleaders and quarterbacks are so popular in school.

"You need another good horse."

Lex added.

It's not just looking for a wild horse to run on the field.

Formal competition has strict requirements on the weight, gender and age of horse racing.

The competition in the town may not be so exaggerated, but at least it must be a qualified horse, not a wild horse caught by a rope.

"This may be a big problem..."

Clark scratched his head. He didn't even have a decent Knight suit, let alone a good horse race.

"The horses I raise all live in the metropolitan horse farm and can't be transferred for half a while."

Lex was a little embarrassed, and his father would not allow his beloved things to be consigned to a small town to participate in an unknown equestrian competition.

In the words of the other party, "it will damage the face and honor of the Luthor family".

Horse racing is an ancient sport, which can be traced back to ancient Greece.

Then it was carried forward by Britain and became a fashion behavior of aristocratic circles.

In recent years, horse raising and Horse Racing have been favored by the upper class in metropolis and become a new means to show off their wealth.

An excellent pure blood horse is only more expensive than a modern high-end sports car.

It is necessary to employ special labor and breeding, and purchase sites, etc.

Those rich people like to find some threshold leisure activities, hoping to distinguish themselves from the poor.

Yachts, sports cars, private planes... Are all exclusive items that show their identity.

"Maybe the godfather will have a way. I remember he raised a pure blood horse that won the world track obstacle equestrian championship. Its name is... Lightning Barry?"

Lex took off his helmet, turned over and dismounted, suddenly remembered and said.

He has few friends, so he attaches great importance to Clark.

"I'll ask later."

If it were someone else, Clark might give up and don't want to bother Lex again.

But if it's a big cousin, it's worth a try.

We are all relatives. It should be no problem to borrow a horse.

"Lightning Barry? Just ride away."

Luke, who stayed in the residence to study kryptonite, saw his little cousin's visit, silently covered the lead box and readily agreed.

He is about to return to Marvel Universe. The industry here will eventually be handed over to Clark and lex, which is a kind of trusteeship.

After all, who can be trusted more than my little cousin and Godson?

Just a pure blood horse is nothing.

"By the way, there are some mutants in the town recently, Clark. Don't forget your task as Superman intern."

Luke kindly reminded.

My little cousin is busy digging at the foot of the wall recently, but ignores the surrounding conditions.

Some residents in the town who have been exposed to kryptonite for a long time and have been exposed to radiation.

Their bodies change and produce all kinds of strange abilities.

Luke secretly marked several dangerous elements, ready to throw them to his little cousin to practice level and play strange to accumulate experience.

Clark nodded vigorously and patted his chest.

But the eldest cousin could clearly see that he was a little absent-minded.

It's like a student who is dragged out of school. His body sits in the classroom and his heart has long flown to other places.

Luke can understand this, a 17-year-old or 18-year-old.

In addition to the white thighs and Naizi, what else can I have in my mind.

The explosion of male hormones can easily make Clark lose his cool head and worry about gain and loss.

No way, who let the little cousin just a pure virgin who just handed over his first kiss and remained intact.

By the way, his first kiss was Lex Luther.

Maybe that's why the other party is so enthusiastic about helping Clark?

"As a friendly reminder, if you win the competition and have a chance to further communicate with Lana later, you must remember to let her take off the necklace."

Luke seemed to think of something and gave a special instruction.

If the little cousin is ready to take the gun and mount the horse, he is not weak, and his heart is spare but his strength is insufficient, I'm afraid it will cause serious trauma to his young heart.

According to incomplete statistics, in the male group, with such a beautiful vision, he tightened the reins and clamped his legs on the horse's belly.

Just wait for the starter to fire the gun, this horse, known as "koniseg of pure blood horses", can ride the dust, get rid of all his opponents and become the most dazzling star on the field.

Boom!

Gunfire rang out.

Clark swung the reins, and Barry burst through the two open doors like a stray arrow.

Just at the start, he threw off his opponent by a large margin.

But there was no applause or cheers.

Immersed in the atmosphere of the game, Clark felt something wrong.

Suddenly, he pulled the reins hard and tried to stop.

Because in front of him stood a man wearing a "President Jefferson" mask.

The gunshot was made by him.

"See you again, boy!"

The other party was wearing the starter's overalls and didn't know where to draw a submachine gun.

After shooting into the sky for a while, he opened fire on Lightning Barry.

A pure blood horse worth a global limited edition koniseg was shot violently, covered with blood holes and fell down in pain.

Out of inertia, Clark fell forward, rolled several times and hit the fence next to the track.

Screams, shouts... Poured into Clark's ears like waves.

He barely opened his eyes and saw the gunman approaching Lana on a red horse.

"... dangerous!"

The terrible thought occupied Clark's mind. He was like taking an injection of adrenal hormone. He was refreshed and full of strength in an instant.

Boom!

The atmosphere sent out a loud explosion, as if the bomb had been detonated, setting off billowing smoke and dust to cover the line of sight.

Like lightning, Clark rushed to the bandit wearing the "President Jefferson" mask, then waved his fist and hit out.

Dong!

It's like the impact of gold and iron, making a clang sound.

Clark's eyes widened with an incredible look of shock.

"Little guy, I'm different from before!"

A vicious voice came out from under the mask. The bandit who had robbed the bank but was scared away by Clark took the punch in the front.

He threw away the submachine gun as a cover. He shook his head and hit it forward!

Dong!

There was another dull explosion.

Clark staggered back two steps with golden eyes.

The brain was buzzing, as if it had hit an iron wall.

"What is this?"

Clark barely stood still and saw "President Jefferson" continue to rush up.

The skin of the other party's whole body presents a metallic color.

It seems to be cast from steel, full of a strong sense of power.

"Where did he come from?"

Luke, sitting in the grandstand, turned his mouth and showed an interested calm look.

He wanted to see what his little cousin would do in the face of an enemy of the same strength.

However, Clark's situation is not optimistic.

My little cousin has learned how to control his power, but he really lacks talent in fighting.

The "President Jefferson", with his iron body, kept suppressing Clark and gave a violent blow to the storm.

"Punch, dodge... His speed and reaction don't seem to be as good as his big cousin."

Thanks to his long experience as a human sandbag, Clark quickly adapted to the rhythm and began to look for opportunities.

Cross your hands and hold President Jefferson's fist.

Then, bend your elbow and hit the other party on the head.

Boom!

Like a heavy hammer, blow away "President Jefferson" and withdraw it.

Clark continues to play a defensive position. He won't attack, but he knows how to fight back.

"Come here!"

The little cousin made the provocative action learned from Luke, raised his fingers and hooked a few times.

The confused "President Jefferson" seemed to be mocked and rushed like an angry bull.

The steel palms that could flatten the steel and crush the rock suddenly closed and tightly hooped Clark.

Sudden force is enough to crush other people's bones and rupture their internal organs.

But Clark just felt hard to breathe. He didn't panic and did something.

Head back, head forward!

Dong!

President Jefferson, who was hit with an elbow, was hit with a heavy hammer on his head. The whole person staggered back, and blood was oozed from his ears and nose.

"... try to cut him in the middle."

Clark seemed to hear his big cousin's voice. He subconsciously took a step forward and clenched his hands.

Disorganized, he quickly smashed his fist on the chest of "President Jefferson".

Every punch is full of strength, like a round sledgehammer.

Dong Dong Dong Dong——

The continuous dull sound echoed on the field.

Even though "President Jefferson" was a man of steel, he couldn't bear Clark's lightning fast eight fists. He vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted.