From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 449 The Supreme Witch Descends, The Supreme Witch Dies

Comforting someone while embracing their "white moonlight" (ideal love interest) is a kind of perverse pleasure.

However, Whitney had no intention of teasing Superman; he was simply engaging in normal social interaction.

With the start of the new semester, various mutations caused by the presence of kryptonite will increase explosively in this town. At the same time, another event that cannot be ignored will also occur.

Lex Luthor will appear in Smallville and have a fateful encounter with Superman.

This marked the beginning of their lifelong love-hate relationship.

Whitney was pleased with this. In fact, Lex Luthor in this world was obviously not as crazy or as genius as the one in Man of Steel. He was a potential gem, and there was still a possibility of him being trained. As for Superman, he had already been molded by his adoptive father and there was no need to save him.

High school life was incredibly boring, especially after I quit the football team.

After school, Whitney sat on the court watching the team members and cheerleaders practice, and then he saw Clark sitting in the stands.

"Hey Clark, you're here too?"

Hello, Whitney!

Upon seeing Whitney, Clark's expression became somewhat awkward. After all, his main purpose in coming here wasn't to watch the team practice, but rather to see Whitney's girlfriend...

"I heard you're very interested in the team and want to join, is that right?"

"Uh, yes, but my dad doesn't agree."

“Disagreeing is the right thing to do, it’s pointless,” Whitney laughed. “The only point of joining a small-town high school team is to attract girls’ attention.”

"Huh?!" Clark looked up at Whitney in surprise, unable to believe that the team's former captain would say such a thing.

"Isn't that right? You don't really think a team like this can help you in the future, do you?" Whitney said with a smile. "Go back and ask your dad what happened to his former teammates. Aren't they all still in town farming and working? Who else can go to college and change their fate by playing for a team?"

“Uh…” Clark was speechless for a moment. To be honest, the young Superman, who was in his adolescence, didn’t think that far ahead. He didn’t even know his true origins yet.

"Hey Whitney, you don't actually think you can get into a good college by becoming a nerd, do you?" A very rude voice interrupted their conversation.

Whitney turned her head and looked over, her brow furrowing slightly.

Quib, the current captain of the school team.

Whitney's departure gave him the opportunity to become captain, but Whitney's departure from the team made him very unhappy, especially since the team lost two important games after Whitney left.

“Quiber, you don’t think that becoming captain will make you popular with colleges, do you? Impossible. I’ve tried, and you did even worse than me. Nobody will want you.” Whitney looked at the boy who blamed his team’s loss and chuckled. “You should study more so you’ll have some life skills later.”

"What did you say?" Quib's expression changed, and he stepped forward, blocking Whitney's path.

"Quiber, what are you doing?"

Unfortunately, Whitney wasn't a bookworm from school; he was just a former captain. At least within the team, he still held considerable authority. Not all the players harbored resentment towards Whitney like this Quib, whose brain was filled with pornography. Just as a conflict was about to erupt, several teammates rushed in and separated the two. "Quib, don't forget, the game is next week, and we still have to practice..."

With the intervention of several team members, a conflict was averted.

However, it also attracted the attention of the players and cheerleaders on the field.

"Whitney, what do you think about me quitting the cheerleading squad?" Lana asked quietly in the car on the way home after practice.

“It’s up to you to decide. If you feel there’s no point in staying in the cheerleading squad, you can quit. But if you enjoy being a cheerleader, there’s no need to quit.” Whitney smiled, putting her arm around her waist. “You don’t need to make such a hasty decision.” “I…”

suddenly!!

Lana's face flushed slightly, and just as she was about to say something, an invisible force suddenly struck. Whitney's expression changed, and the hand holding Lana tightened suddenly. "Watch out!"

Their car was thrown off by an invisible force and landed straight in the cornfield by the roadside.

Smallville's cornfields stretch like an endless green ocean. As a typical agricultural town, its heart is the compact town center, but once you step outside, the soil beneath your feet is immediately taken over by shoulder-high corn stalks. Those deep green leaves, layer upon layer, weave a dense, impenetrable canopy of green, creating a rushing, wave-like sound when the wind passes through—like some kind of natural white noise, capable of swallowing the roar of engines, the clanging of metal, and even sudden exclamations.

The corn stalks stretched densely to the horizon, making it impossible to see the opposite bank from the roadside. Once inside the field, one was instantly swallowed up by the green. In addition, the area was sparsely populated, so the sudden lift of their car went unnoticed by anyone except the two people involved.

Boom! !
After a loud crash, the car rolled deep into the cornfield, while Whitney, holding a terrified Lana, scrambled to her feet.

"Fa...what happened?"

The two stopped, and Lana, still shaken, asked.

"It's nothing, just a minor accident..."

"You guys aren't injured?!"

Just as Whitney was quietly comforting Lana, a slightly hoarse voice came over.

The two looked up and saw an elderly woman dressed in an expensive trench coat standing in front of them.

"Who are you?" Upon seeing the newcomer, Whitney seemed to realize something and naturally shielded Lana behind her.

“Fiona, or you can call me the Supreme Witch.” Fiona Goode raised her chin slightly and said in a low voice, “Whitney Fordman, I was very curious about your resurrection, and now it seems that you have more secrets than I thought.”

"Resurrected from the dead? Are you mistaken? I've never died."

"Really?" Fiona smiled. "I know Zoe very well. Although she couldn't be sure if you died back then, I've seen her memories. It's clear that you died then, but you came back to life the next day. This makes me very curious. Now, can you tell me how you came back to life? Or rather, what exactly is the resurrected you?"

"I don't understand what you're saying..."

suddenly!
An invisible force swept over him, and Whitney's expression changed. He raised his right hand slightly, and the invisible force vanished. "You think you're so great?" The next moment, he raised his hand and pushed, and with the surge of the Force, the enormous force directly sent Fiona, the so-called Supreme Witch, flying away.

Whitney, you…

Seeing the unbelievable scene before her, Lana was shocked, or rather, her worldview was completely shattered.

"I'll explain it to you when we get back, for now..."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure flashed, and Fiona appeared in front of him, her silver dagger flashing with an eerie light as she stabbed towards his hind leg.

"brush!!!"

Whitney took a step back with Lana in her arms, and at the same time, twisted her waist, slamming her shoulder hard into Fiona's back.

The immense force surged into her body, and Fiona was sent flying by his shoulder strike. This time, however, she wasn't so lucky. The invisible force nearly shattered Fiona's internal organs. After flying five or six meters, she crashed heavily to the ground, thick blood gushing from her mouth, mixed with fragments of her internal organs...

So, why are you, a witch, fighting with daggers at close range with a martial arts master like me?

(End of this chapter)