Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

The female secretary seemed to be very perceptive; upon seeing Mark appear, she pulled Jonathan and Martha toward the elevator.

"But Clark, he..."

Clearly, Jonathan and Martha were somewhat worried about their youngest son, Clark.

"It's alright, it's just a test. Mr. Jupiter probably sent someone to train Clark after learning about his dream of becoming a superhero. It's nothing to worry about..."

As the secretary spoke, she escorted Jonathan and Martha to the elevator. Once inside, the secretary glared at Mark.

"Ha ha……"

Mark gave the secretary an apologetic look, then put his hand on Clark's shoulder.

"Kid, come with me here..."

As Mark finished speaking, he and Clark disappeared into the building.

That terrifying speed surpassed the vision of the human eye. If it weren't for the gust of wind generated when Mark and Clark left, it would be hard to believe that two people had once stood there.

Mount Everest, the highest mountain in the world!

Mark brought Clark here, to the place where he had once trained.

"Kid, let's have a go now."

Mark stopped reminiscing, looked at Clark, and frowned.

"You, you wouldn't happen to be like us, would you? You're an alien too?"

At this moment, Clark had no intention of fighting. He looked at Mark with excitement. He originally thought that only he and his brother Jupiter were special in this world, but now it seemed that there were countless special beings in this world.

"I guess so!"

"You brat, attack me!"

Mark gave Clark an ambiguous answer, while defiantly extending his finger and gently beckoning it towards Clark.

"Watch out! I've never met a worthy opponent in my entire life."

As Clark spoke, he assumed an attack stance and threw a punch at Mark.

"Too slow, too slow..."

Mark floated slowly in mid-air, letting Clark keep throwing punches, but none of them hit Mark. He danced in the air like a free butterfly.

"too weak!"

After Clark missed hundreds of punches, Mark stepped in, grabbing Clark's fist with one hand while shaking his head.

"Forehead……"

Clark was pale; this was the first time in his life he had encountered someone who could block his punch.

"Snapped!"

Before Clark could react, Mark's fist had already landed on his face.

In an instant, accompanied by a series of sonic booms, Clark shot out like a cannonball and crashed into the snow-capped mountain behind him.

This violent impact instantly triggered a massive avalanche.

"That's it?!"

Mark raised an eyebrow as he watched Clark being sent flying by his punch.

"Zizzizi..."

Just as Mark's lips curled into a smile, a red heat beam pierced through the snow and shot towards him.

"Um?!"

Mark instinctively raised his arms to block.

Mark didn't seem worried about Clark cutting off his arm; after all, he had fought in the center of the sun, and this kind of injury was nothing to him.

However, Mark was still hit hard by Clark's special heat vision.

His arms were burned by Clark's heat vision.

"Very good, very good, you have thoroughly enraged me!"

Mark looked at his scalded arm, and then, like a cannonball, he crashed into the heavy snow.

"boom!"

With a series of roars and endless sonic booms, Clark's body crashed through the mountain and flew out on the other side. He coughed up blood and carefully maintained his balance in mid-air, while Mark flew straight towards him like an arrow.

"Zizzizi..."

Clark didn't intend to sit idly by and wait to die; he tried to attack Mark with his heat vision.

But Mark seemed to be prepared, and he dodged Clark's heat gaze with a simple sidestep.

"hateful……"

Clark cursed under his breath, constantly adjusting his direction, but no matter how he changed his direction, he just couldn't hit Mark.

The two people seemed to have a significant difference in reaction speed.

"Clark, you have so much to learn!"

With a series of sonic booms, Mark flew directly in front of Clark and punched him in the face.

"puff……"

Clark coughed up blood and fell directly onto a nearby hilltop.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the snow on the mountaintop was swept away by Clark's landing.

"Forehead……"

Clark staggered to his feet, looking at Mark in the air, trying to maintain his fighting stance.

"You're pretty good, Clark, but you still have a long way to go!"

"You're not strong enough, not fast enough, and your reflexes are slow. Even your heat vision isn't powerful enough! You can't possibly become a qualified hero. You should go back to school and study!"

Mark was teaching Clark just as Jupiter had taught him many years before.

"I can still fight!"

Clark's blood kept gushing out, staining the white snow beneath him red.

"Clark, it seems you still don't understand!"

"Since that's the case, I'll make you understand..."

As Mark spoke, he launched another attack on Clark.

"boom!!"

With a sonic boom, the two engaged in fierce combat.

The top floor of Kent Tower...

At that moment, Jupiter was having lunch with Jonathan and Martha.

"Just as Jupiter came in, a very strong man took Clark away. I hope he's alright."

Martha seemed very worried about Clark, so she went directly to Jupiter to ask.

"Don't worry! He means no harm!"

"I think he's calmly teaching Clark what the most basic qualities of a hero are right now!"

“I know Clark has always wanted to be a superhero like me, but it’s tiring and troublesome! Clark has to know what he has to pay if he chooses to be a hero.”

Jupiter smiled slightly at Jonathan and Martha.

"I see!"

After listening to what their eldest son Jupiter had to say, Martha and Jonathan gradually calmed down.

at the same time……

"Clark, do you understand now what superheroes need?"

Mark grabbed the still-growing Clark by the neck with one hand and questioned him.

What do you need?

Clark looked at Mark in bewilderment; he no longer had the strength to fight back.

"Power! As long as you have enough power, you can kill anything you don't like!"

Mark calmly and patiently taught Clark.

Chapter 301 Clark: I know, this is all a test for me by my brother!

When Clark returned to Kent Building, he was beaten to death and covered in blood. His body was convulsing, and bright red blood was gushing from his mouth.

"Clark, my child..."

When the Kurts saw Clark Kent, who was badly injured, their eyes welled up with tears. Martha grabbed Clark's hand and cried incessantly.

Even Jonathan frowned, and asked Jupiter beside him, "Jupiter Clark, what happened? Could simple training have injured you like this?"

"Yeah, Jupiter! Did Clark suffer some kind of terrible disaster? Or was he actually beaten up like this by some villains?"

Martha wept, her heart filled with immense pain at the sight of her youngest son.

"Um……"

Jupiter pondered, trying to figure out how to explain the situation before him.

"Mom, Father, it's not my brother's fault, it's my fault, it's because I didn't tell him to stop!"

Just as Jupiter was pondering, Clark, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. He seemed to be seriously injured, as he managed to utter those words with all his might.

"Oh, poor Clark!"

Upon hearing this, Martha hugged Clark and spoke softly, her eyes filled with pity.

"Brother, don't worry! I know this is a test for me. True heroes are forged through countless trials. Our enemies are very powerful, and we need to keep getting stronger! If we don't give it our all in training, we'll die on the battlefield!"

"Brother, just you wait! I will work hard, and one day you will recognize me and allow me to become a qualified hero."