American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 204 A Daring Madman!

Clark was suspended in the air, experiencing something he had never done before.

The ground beneath my feet seemed distant, and the air seemed to lift my body; this feeling was both novel and incredibly awkward.

It's a pity that this flying ability, which he temporarily borrowed from the capital, is far from the natural ability he imagined when he looked up at the sky as a child, like a bird spreading its wings.

Instead, it resembles a fledgling bird that has just hatched, clumsily and desperately flapping its still-developing wings in the face of howling winds.

"Damn bastard!"

Recovering from the initial shock, Raz raised his arm in fury.

A flash of light appeared on the golden breastplate, and a scarlet laser beam no longer condensed into a sphere, but transformed into a scorching whip, sweeping horizontally towards Clark in mid-air with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air!
Clark's heart tightened, and he instinctively tried to dodge as he would on the ground, but he almost tumbled in the air because he exerted too much force.

He managed to twist his body, letting the laser graz his side!

"Om-!"

The moment the laser swept across, the invisible bio-force field on the surface of his gold and red battle suit, generated by his own abilities, was forcibly activated, rippling out in circles of golden light like water waves, deflecting and dissipating the laser's energy.

The suit itself was unharmed under the protection of the force field, but the shock from the energy impact still made Clark sway in the air, making his already rusty flying posture even more awkward.

"You can't even fly steadily, yet you try to act like a hero?"

Having seen through Clark's clumsy and pathetic movements, Raz's face revealed an undisguised ferocity and mockery.

He then continuously unleashed scattered lasers, forming a scarlet net of light that enveloped Clark.

Floating is ultimately different from walking...

Clark told himself to calm down.

We can't rely on brute force!
He slowly closed his eyes.

It's not about giving up, but about pushing our super senses to their limits.

The sound of wind, the hum of energy gathering, the subtle crackling of air being ionized...

All the information around him flooded into his brain and was processed rapidly.

Three beams at the top left, spaced 0.7 seconds apart...

Five bundles in the lower right corner.
Directly ahead.
His body began to perform all sorts of incredible movements in the air in a seemingly dangerous way.

Sideslip, sudden stop, acceleration.

Sometimes it slips through the gaps in the laser like a fish, and sometimes it brushes against the biofield with the slightest difference, creating ripples.

Although the flight path still felt somewhat clumsy, it lacked some of the panic and gained a gradually taking shape with a sense of rhythm.

He is transforming his biofield into invisible 'water,' and he is a fish swimming in that water.

Watching Clark swim like an eel in his laser net.

Although its posture is still not elegant, it can no longer be easily hit.

Raz was both shocked and furious: "All you can do is hide?!"

What's with this strange feeling of being treated like a monster for grinding experience?!
He roared, his energy beams tracing Clark's trajectory as they swept across the target.

The crowd below looked up, occasionally letting out gasps of surprise.

But gradually, a subtle change began to spread among the people.

At first, there were only a few scattered sounds.

A little boy, who was being held tightly in his mother's arms, suddenly stopped crying, opened his eyes wide, and whispered, "Mommy, is he protecting us?"

That innocent question was like a pebble thrown into a lake.

Not far away, an old woman kneeling on the ground heard these words.

She raised her head, tears welling in her cloudy eyes, and trembling, made the sign of the cross on her chest, murmuring, "An angel...an angel sent by God."

in this way
These subtle voices of faith began to spread quietly among the people like sparks.

And gradually
These subtle sounds and hopeful gazes, like countless invisible threads, pierced through the deafening explosions and the hum of lasers, stirring Clark's heart.

His super hearing allowed him to detect more than just screams of fear.
And there were those prayers, though suppressed, growing ever clearer, and those whispers, trembling yet full of trust:

"come on."

"You absolutely must win."

"Protect us."

Countless eyes were focused on him.

There was no scrutiny or doubt, only pure anticipation.

Mothers unconsciously hugged their children tighter, the elderly helped each other stand up straight, and the young people held their breath. On every dusty face, the golden-red light in the sky was reflected.

Taking a deep breath, Clark felt an unprecedented warmth surge through his chest.

He wasn't facing this madman alone.

This unfamiliar feeling of being trusted even made his muscles, which were tense due to unfamiliarity, relax strangely, as if countless invisible hands were supporting his swaying body.

In a flash, he deliberately increased the altitude of his flight path, his golden-red cloak drawing a dazzling arc in the sunlight, while intentionally slowing down to ensure that Raz's gaze remained fixed on him.

"Hey! You bastard! Look around!"

He shouted, his voice echoing across the square, successfully drawing the attention of his crazed enemies to himself.

Raz's pupils suddenly contracted.

For the first time, a look of humiliated fury appeared on that face, which was contorted by the power it had gained.

This kid who suddenly appeared dared to turn his back on him.
Turning his back to Raz the Destroyer?!

"What do you want me to see?!"

The power bestowed by the breastplate burned through my blood vessels.

Every cell was screaming to tear apart this person who dared to disregard his existence.

He furiously swung his arms, gathering energy, and began bombarding Clark's figure.

And take advantage of this gap.

The alert security personnel below quickly guided the crowd to a safe area.

All of this was happening silently and tacitly, like the waves at low tide, orderly and swift.

"Everyone, watch out above!"

Until dozens of screams erupted simultaneously, piercing through the clamor.

Clark looked in the direction of the sound and saw a laser beam hurtling toward the steel pillar of the billboard next to the booth!
"laugh--!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal melting is chilling.

The thick steel pillars softened and deformed rapidly under the high temperature. The steel structure supporting the giant billboard groaned in despair as it collapsed towards the crowd below who had no time to escape!

Without the slightest hesitation, Clark swooped down.

At the critical moment, he used his not-so-broad back to forcefully support the falling steel frame.

The heavy impact caused his knees to buckle, and a dazzling golden ripple burst forth from the part of his suit that made contact with the steel frame.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing this, Raz in the air was first taken aback, then let out a maniacal laugh as if he had suddenly realized something, a cruel glint in his eyes. "So that's it! You were afraid of hurting them!"

"Fellow countrymen, for the sake of our cause, you should make some sacrifices first."

He grinned maliciously and turned his arms around, no longer aiming at the elusive Clark, but instead pointing the energy ball he had gathered in his palms at the crowd beneath Clark who had not yet completely evacuated.

"You—shameless!"

Clark's eyes widened in horror.

He roared, forcefully throwing off the steel frame debris on his shoulder, and transformed into a golden-red lightning bolt that tore through the sky, rushing towards the light sphere that was about to hit the ground at a speed beyond the limit!
Almost at the last second before the sphere of light touched the ground and was about to explode!

He used his own body as a shield, completely blocking the light sphere from the crowd!

"boom--!!"

A violent explosion resounded across the square once more, and a crimson fireball expanded, its powerful shockwave spreading in a ring, shattering the remaining glass of the surrounding exhibition stands.

Clark was blasted backward several meters, the S symbol on his suit's chest flashing blurryly, his bio-force field rippling like a calm lake surface being broken.

He knelt on one knee, panting heavily as he raised his head.

Those usually gentle blue eyes were now burning with an unprecedented rage.

He wasn't fighting to defeat anyone.

He was fighting for the lives of these precious people behind him.

These people entrusted their lives and hopes to him, so he must never betray that trust.

Keep hiding!

Raz laughed maniacally, reveling in the thrill of controlling the lives of others. In his hands, an even larger and more terrifying sphere of light was rapidly forming. "Let's see how much longer you can endure—?!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

To his horror, the kneeling figure suddenly stiffened, and two dangerous red glints appeared in its eyes.
"Bold maniac!"

A loud shout made Raz tremble all over.

next moment.
"laugh--!"

Two blazing scarlet rays then burst forth!

A torrent of energy as thick as an arm, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, slammed solidly into his breastplate!

"boom--!"

Completely unprepared for this attack, Raz was propelled backward by the immense kinetic energy, flying like a baseball that had been hit, leaving a pathetic trail in the air.

And in the instant he lost his balance, Clark on the ground disappeared.

It's not flying, but purely relying on super speeds that exceed the limits of visual perception!

The next second, his figure appeared directly behind Raz's backward flight path.

Twist your waist and rotate your hips.

A simple yet incredibly powerful punch.
"Oh!"

It slammed into Raz's unprotected back!
The dull thud made your teeth ache.

Raz felt as if he had been hit from behind by a high-speed train, his internal organs were dislocated, and his body, which was originally flying backward, was forcibly changed direction by this force, shooting straight into the sky like a cannonball.

And then
Clark didn't even pause, and pushed off again with his feet.
The ground cracked immediately.

He soared into the sky and caught up with the out-of-control enemy in an instant.

"Go away!"

Raz roared in terror, enduring excruciating pain, and wildly hurled laser beams at Clark, who was standing inches away. The scorching beams struck Clark's chest and shoulders at point-blank range.
The golden-red battle suit shimmered with light, its bio-field hummed under the strain, and one could even smell the burning fabric.

But Clark gritted his teeth, his eyes fierce, and used his body to withstand the attack, his hands gripping the golden breastplate that shimmered with an ominous light on Raz's chest like heavy pincers!
"Disconnect it...!"

He growled, veins bulging on his forehead.

In his eyes, the burning light re-converged deep within his pupils!
"boom--!"

It was no longer an impact; the heat vision in their eyes condensed into two highly concentrated, cutting beams of light.

"Ah—!! No! My power! Stop! Stop it now!"

Raz let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

"You bastard! Are you some kind of stinking dog poop stuck to the bottom of my shoe?! Stop it right now!"

"Stop right now—!"

He struggled frantically, punching Clark repeatedly with his fists, knees, and even his head, trying to break free.

But Clark seemed to be welded to him, no matter how many attacks rained down on him, his hands still gripped the breastplate tightly, and the heat vision output from his eyes did not weaken in the slightest.

The scorched breastplate emitted a blinding incandescent light, and the metal quickly turned dark red.

The originally stable energy field began to become disordered, and crackling, dangerous arcs of electricity leaped and flickered between the two.

Raz could clearly feel that the power the breastplate gave him, the source that made him think he was a god, was being forcibly destroyed in the most brutal way by this suddenly erupting kid!
"No--!!"

"You deserve to die!"

He let out a final, desperate roar.

The arcs of electricity surrounding the golden breastplate suddenly became blindingly bright.

Instead of trying to break free, he opened his arms wide, frantically compressing all the remaining energy inward—

"Boom!!!"

A dark red energy ring, visible to the naked eye, suddenly exploded out from the center of him!

The air was compressed, creating a sonic boom cloud visible to the naked eye, and the wreckage of the exhibition stand below was instantly reduced to dust in the shockwave.

Clark felt an irresistible force slam into his chest, smashing through two exhibition walls before crashing into a pile of twisted metal supports.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

But the next moment, Clark staggered to his feet from the ruins.

The bio-force field flowing on the golden-red battle suit flickered, barely managing to block the self-destructive impact from before, without even leaving a single crack on the suit.

"30 seconds left!"

The voice of the capital city flowed into his mind from who-knows-where.

Clark's eyes sharpened, his gaze piercing through the lingering smoke and dust, locking onto Raz, who was struggling to get up in the distance.

Although the breastplate was covered in cracks, it still stubbornly shone with a faint light.

We can't give him a chance to breathe!

Clark bent his knees slightly, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed.

"boom--!"

He lunged forward again, and as his right fist pulled back, the bio-force field around him compressed and condensed towards the tip of his fist with an unprecedented density, as if the entire fist was enveloped in a flowing golden halo.

"boom!!!"

The onlookers only felt a blur before their eyes.

Then they saw that heavy punch, imbued with immense force, strike the largest crack in the breastplate without any fancy moves.

The fist pierced through the shattered golden armor and penetrated directly into the energy core.

The energy core that had been spinning wildly extinguished instantly, and all the light vanished in a flash.

Raz froze.

He looked down at the fragments of golden armor on his chest that had turned into tiny pieces and were slowly dissipating, his face a mixture of confusion and disbelief. Then he fell straight forward and fell into a coma.

Clark slowly descended back to the ground, standing in the center of a chaotic mess of ruins.

He looked down at his fist, where tiny golden shavings drifted from the cuffs of his battle suit.

There are about ten seconds left?
But before he could think any further, he did.

Scattered applause rose from afar, quickly growing into a continuous chorus.

The still-shaken crowd began to emerge from behind the cover and slowly gathered around.

His eyes held gratitude, awe, and deep curiosity.

Amidst the rising tide of cheers, Clark suddenly met an exceptionally intense gaze.

Louise Lane stood at the very front of the crowd, holding the camera tightly in her hand, the shutter clicking incessantly.

Her white shirt was stained with ash, and her chestnut hair was disheveled and stuck to her forehead, but her eyes were surprisingly bright as she stared intently at the S symbol on his chest and the unconscious Destroyer behind him.

Clark's heart skipped a beat.

Although he knew she couldn't possibly recognize him in disguise, being stared at with such a probing gaze by an acquaintance still made him feel inexplicably guilty.

He instinctively tried to dodge, but stopped abruptly after taking only a half step.

A hero cannot desert his post!
Fortunately, in that split second, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

The young man, whose face was obscured, cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly, and then, in full view of everyone, put his hands on his hips and straightened his back.

This pose made the "S" logo on his chest stand out prominently amidst the smoke and fire, and the hem of his battle suit fluttered gently in the wind.

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Until a child shouted in a clear voice, "Super Hero!"

That innocent shout was like water dripping into boiling oil, and cheers erupted.

Seemingly sensing what the heroes needed, people finally snapped out of their daze after surviving the disaster.

"Clap clap-!"

Applause, whistles, and excited cheers blended into a wave of excitement.

Several enthusiastic young people even tried to rush over and hug him, wanting to embrace their newborn guardian, but were barely stopped at the last moment by security guards who hurriedly peeked out from the crowd to maintain order.

However, this sudden burst of enthusiasm also interrupted Louise's actions.

She had just picked up her recorder and taken a half-step forward when she was pushed back by the surging crowd and could only watch helplessly as the golden-red figure stood in the center of the applause.

Frustrated, he could only stomp his foot and join the crowd in clapping.

After all, no matter what.
This person just saved hundreds of lives.

Clark secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, mimicking how Uncle Locke comforted the frightened calf on the farm, he nodded slightly in all directions.

Without further hesitation, he then...

With a quick kneel and leap, the golden-red figure disappeared into the vast sky after a few bounds among the shattered dome of the Expo.

Leaving behind a scene of utter chaos, a comatose madman, and countless mysteries that will set the metropolis ablaze in the coming days.

Looking in the direction he disappeared, Louise slowly lowered her clapping hands.

She looked down to examine the blurry snapshot in her camera.
In the last backlit silhouette, the flowing cloak perfectly obscured most of the other person's face.

I have a feeling.

She murmured to herself, tapping the camera screen to bring up a series of photos, "These are the best material from this trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art."

In the shadow of a relatively intact booth to the side.

Shen Du was kicking at the pebbles at his feet, completely bored.

Only after a moment did he slowly stroll to the grass on the side.

As Clark fell from the sky, his cool battle suit vanished, and he returned to his ordinary clothes covered in dust.

Clark stood up, rubbing his buttocks, slightly out of breath.

His face still bore the flush of the intense battle and a sense of relief.

Shen Du walked up to him, tilted his small face up, and his overly clear eyes were filled with undisguised incomprehension.

"so."

The boy said speechlessly, "You could have used those two heat beams to stab him down from the sky from the beginning, or used your speed to remove that broken breastplate before he could react."

"Why drag it out until the last minute and make yourself look so pathetic?"

He spread his little hands, making an explosion gesture, mimicking Raz's final, gruesome state:

"I almost got blown away by his self-destruction. Foolish brother, did you learn your fighting logic from the cows on the farm? Take a few kicks first, and then fight back when the opponent is tired?"

"I think you're just as foolish as your older brother."

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Clark was somewhat embarrassed by his brother's barrage of complaints. He straightened up and scratched his perpetually frizzy black hair.

"no."

He organized his thoughts, trying to explain: "The capital."

"At first, I wasn't sure how sturdy his breastplate was. What if the heat vision failed to penetrate it instantly and instead enraged him, making him attack the crowd even more frantically?"

He looked at Raz, who had been brought under control by security personnel in the distance, and at the people who were helping each other and tending to their wounds, his eyes gentle:
"Moreover, I need to figure out his attack patterns and find the source of his power first."

"the most important is……"

"I had to make sure everyone was safely evacuated to a safe distance. And look, in the end, it all turned out just right, didn't it? Everyone was safe, and the damage was kept to a minimum."

"Hmph."

Shen Du gave a soft snort, her little face still showing dissatisfaction, but her tone softened considerably. "You have a point."

"After all, you have other troubles now."

He took out his phone and handed it to Clark, saying, "It's for you."

"Looking for me?"

Clark paused, took the phone, and looked at the name on the screen.

【Father】

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Oh, that means...
Uncle Locke found out.
knew.
?! ——
P.S.: The next chapter will be in the morning~
(End of this chapter)