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"Hello."

Misia uttered the most common opening line, but the voice coming from the other side made her instantly reserved.

"Hello, Manager Misia. I heard you hired a young man named Clark today, is that right?"

"Yes...yes, ma'am."

"So now, he's mine. Bring him to me tomorrow to report for duty, understand?"

"But...but what position should he take when he reports to you?"

"Casual!"

Click, the other party hung up the phone, and Misia breathed a sigh of relief.

Misia looked at the interview form in her hand, reluctantly deleted the file from her computer, then switched departments and re-entered Clark's interview resume.

Clark, who was staying at home, was unaware of all this. Right now, what he looked forward to most was the different classes every night.

Chapter 344 Metropolis (8)

Inside the Batcave, Clark sat on a desk, with Ivy, dressed in a white robe, in front of him.

Victor and Arthur Curry sat next to Ivy.

Tonight, Clark will be taught by three teachers in turn.

As the explanations deepened, Ivy discovered that Clark's ability to understand and absorb knowledge at a terrifyingly fast pace was truly astounding.

Towards the end, Ivy stopped writing on the whiteboard and instead tossed Clark her research books from under her desk for him to read.

Because Ivy discovered that Clark didn't actually need her explanations at all; it seemed that he could understand everything just by watching it once!

Ivy's class ended quickly.

Having learned from Ivy's experience, Victor had it much easier.

He kept pulling out books and papers related to freezing and air conditioning from under his desk.

Soon, Clark had finished reading all the books and began to close his eyes and meditate.

Depp had said that the purpose of having Clark learn about freezing from Victor was not so that Clark could create a freezing gun like Victor's, but rather to make Clark more familiar with his ability to breathe ice and to develop various different uses for it.

For example, now, compared to when he could only exhale cold air, Clark has made a qualitative leap!

Clark opened his mouth slightly and spat out a small amount.

A shard of ice, radiating a chilling aura, was spurted out and struck a large tree not far away.

After piercing through hundreds of trees, the ice shards finally vanished without a trace.

At the same time, the trees pierced by the ice shards had all turned into ice sculptures, and then shattered into countless ice shards that fell to the ground.

However, what is even more terrifying is that the ice fragments that fell to the ground did not melt but instead began to gradually erode the surrounding land, covering it with a layer of frost.

Upon witnessing Clark's terrifying technique, the three instructors in front involuntarily took a step back.

If this stuff gets on your body, you'd be lucky to even survive with a whole corpse!

However, after hesitating for a moment, Arthur stepped forward again and said to Clark, "If you can promise not to use that thing on me, I can train you in the skills of using polearms."

Upon hearing this, Clark immediately replied, "Of course, why would I use those tricks on my own people?"

"Very good, then I think we can start practicing."

Arthur tossed Clark a standard Atlantean trident and then began his lesson.

Arthur's fighting skills were learned from Nudisvik, so when he taught Clark, it was just like when Nudisvik taught him.

We teach hand in hand, step by step.

But teaching in this way is just too slow.

Clark glanced at the time and said, "Arthur, why don't you just teach me through actual combat, like Batman does?"

"A real fight?" Arthur Curry said, "Clark, do you know what you're saying? In a real fight, you'll lose badly."

“I don’t think I’m afraid of failure,” Clark said, adopting the posture he had just learned. “Besides, I don’t think you have any chance of hurting me.”

"So please feel free to attack with all your might, Professor Arthur."

Upon hearing this, Arthur stopped being coy and directly raised the trident with both hands, attacking Clark directly.

Although Clark's hand-to-hand combat skills have become superb, his ability to fight with weapons is no different from before.

Therefore, with his strength and speed suppressed, Clark could only withstand two attacks from Arthur before being struck in the abdomen by a Salted Fish Thrust, sending him flying.

However, Clark's formidable physique was such that even Arthur, on full attack, could not break through his defenses.

Arthur has not yet truly awakened; his strength and speed have not yet reached their true peak.

Arthur was startled to see Clark get up, rubbing his stomach, completely unharmed.

This was the second time he had seen Clark. Arthur never expected that this guy, who looked as young as himself, would have such amazing defensive capabilities!

Unwilling to give up, Arthur raised his trident and charged at Clark once more.

Driven by his competitive spirit, Arthur, who already had a fiery temper, launched a relentless and frenzied attack on Clark.

Arthur wielded the trident, creating countless afterimages, and unleashed a flurry of thrusts, slashes, sweeps, and smashes at Clark.

Clark had never seen anything like this before. After offering only token resistance, he was then subjected to a one-sided torture and slaughter by Arthur.

The trident struck Clark repeatedly, forcing him to retreat until he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up, but it still failed to inflict the slightest damage on him.

This made Arthur even angrier.

"Are you a sea turtle? How come you're so hard?" Arthur thought to himself. "No, even the sea turtle with the hardest shell in the deep sea couldn't withstand an attack like this!"

However, Arthur did not notice that under such a storm of attacks, Clark's expression gradually became calmer.

Just like when he practiced fighting techniques with Batman, Clark's brain was working at lightning speed as he was being led away, like a super-fast computer, rapidly analyzing Arthur's attack patterns.

Finally, Clark's eyes sharpened, and he raised his trident and thrust it forward without hesitation.

Upon seeing this, Arthur, who was swinging his sword, had no choice but to retreat quickly to avoid being hit by Clark's attack.

However, Clark's move surprised Arthur.

"This seems to be a trident combat technique unique to Atlantis. Could it be that Clark could really learn it just by getting beaten up?"

"What the hell is this science?"

Arthur Curry was a little annoyed, so he immediately increased the speed of his attack and upgraded his Atlantis basic combat skills to intermediate combat skills.

The next morning, Clark, dressed in his Superman costume and carrying a backpack, leaped out of bed and headed straight for the slums in Metropolis.

Arthur Curry, meanwhile, was crouching at the entrance of the Batcave, hugging his knees, his expression blank, clearly having suffered a great shock.

Depp knelt down beside Arthur and comforted him, "Don't take it to heart, Arthur. Your true ability lies not in strength, but in communication."

After saying that, Depp also leaped up and flew towards his home.

Arthur looked up, gazing in the direction Depp had disappeared, and murmured, "Communication..."

At the Metropolitan Building, downstairs at L Company, Clark walked in with a serious expression.

This was his first interview since arriving at the Metropolitan, so it was understandable that he was a little nervous.

Furthermore, just an hour earlier, Clark had received a text message from HR manager Misia informing him that the interview location had changed.

What started as a construction site has become the headquarters of Company L.

Upon entering the company building, Clark approached the reception desk: "Hello, is this where the interview is held?"

The receptionist glanced at Clark, her expression instantly shifting from nonchalant to fiery enthusiastic: "Hello sir, please tell me your name and I will look it up for you."

"Hello, my name is Clark, Clark Kent."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The receptionist quickly looked up Clark's name on the computer and then said, "Hello, Mr. Clark, your interview will begin in half an hour. The interview location is the general manager's office on the eighteenth floor."

As she spoke, the receptionist handed Clark an interview slip with her contact information written on the back.

"The general manager's office?" Clark asked, somewhat puzzled, but didn't say anything more.

He thought to himself that perhaps this company paid special attention to personnel selection, and even the most junior laborer had to be interviewed by the manager.

Clark took the note, completely ignoring the phone number on the back, and headed straight for the elevator.

Upon reaching the eighteenth floor, Clark walked around for a while before finally finding the general manager's office.

He sat down on a bench next to the office, waiting for his interview to begin.

Half an hour later, the door to the general manager's office opened, and a woman who looked like a secretary came out and said to Clark, "You can go in for the interview now, Mr. Clark."

Clark looked up and immediately replied, "Yes, ma'am, thank you very much."

After saying that, Clark walked into the office with his head held high.

The office was large, with a huge desk in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Between the desk and the window, a woman with long black hair sat in a chair with her back to Clark.

Clark found it strange that the boss had his back to him.

But he didn't say much, and instead sat down in the chair opposite the desk as usual.

"Hello, I'm Clark Kent, here for an interview for a construction worker position."

Clark spoke first.

Upon hearing this, the female boss, who had her back to Clark, slowly turned her chair to face Clark.

A black business suit with a red lining, plus a pair of 10cm high heels.

When the female owner turned around completely, Clark immediately frowned: "You're the owner here?"

The woman smiled slightly and said, "Are you surprised?"

"You should be in jail right now!" Clark said. "You thief!"

“Thief? I like that title, though it’s just a hobby of mine!” The woman extended her hand and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Clark Kent. First, let me introduce myself. I’m the owner of this company, and my name is… Lena Luther.”

Lina...Luther?

The woman's surname reminded Clark of a close friend!

And the company's name, L..., might mean "loser".