Twelve years had passed, and Clark Kent had shown extraordinary talent since he was a child.
With an IQ of over 160, he could get the best grades in biology, chemistry, physics, mathematics, literature, history, and any other subject.
At the age of twelve, he had already won numerous national awards, skipped three grades in a row, finished all the high school courses in five months, and was chosen as the student representative at the graduation ceremony.
Not only was he excellent in his studies, but his physique was also amazing. At the age of twelve, he was already 1.7 meters tall. His strong body didn't look like a twelve-year-old, but more like a sixteen-year-old or seventeen-year-old.
If it wasn't for his slightly childish face, no one would believe that he was only twelve.
Therefore, after graduating from high school, he received an invitation from a world-renowned university.
University life, a colorful world, Clark realized for the first time that there were so many fun things in the world.
Just like in all the stories, Clark was infatuated with a girl. The girl had long blonde hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, and a pair of charming eyes that were as bright as sapphires.
Clark felt that he was madly in love with the school's cheerleader. He was addicted to her words, face, and body.
But at the age of twelve, he didn't understand women at all, nor did he know what it meant to chase a girl.
He could only use his own clumsy methods to get close to the girl. He went to and from class with the girl, helped the girl and her friends save seats, helped the girl with her homework, and went to school with the girl.
Finally, his efforts succeeded. The girl treated him as her closest … best friend.
The dejected Clark could only hide behind the girl, listen to the girl's little secrets, and watch the girl change boyfriends one after another.
Until the scene that was like a melodramatic American teen comedy happened.
"Clark, can you go to the hospital with me?"
Looking at the pale girl in front of him with a slightly bulging belly, Clark felt like his heart was being torn in half.
"Who is it?"
The girl didn't want to say. After Clark came back from the hospital, he crazily investigated the person's identity and finally found out who he was.
The quarterback of the basketball team, the grandson of a Wall Street tycoon, and the star of the school surrounded by countless halos.
"Maybe this is what a pair of talented and beautiful girls should be." The twelve-year-old boy could only return to his dorm and go back to his bed to heal himself.
Educated by morality, gentlemanly spirit, equality between men and women, and human rights and freedom, he had no choice but to respect love, respect the other party, and respect the girl's choice.
But when the girl called and asked her to go to the mountain to see the stars, he still agreed without hesitation.
She looked at the stars and he looked at her.
She said, "Do you love me? I know you love me. "
Clark didn't say anything. He just looked at the girl with a red face.
"If you love me, then jump down from here."
Clark looked at the hill that was more than ten meters high and jumped down without hesitation.
As soon as he stood up after rolling down the hill, countless flashes shrouded him.
The quarterback hugged the girl, and dozens of college students looked at him with laughter.
"Are you stupid?"
"Look at this idiot. You'll be the headline of the whole school tomorrow."
"Little Potato, do you want to kneel down and lick XX for me?" The quarterback looked at Clark mockingly and straightened his back.
The girl looked at Clark apologetically and said, "Clark, don't come looking for me in the future. Mike doesn't like me getting too close to other boys."
The vitality and youthfulness that college students had turned into wanton mockery and ridicule, pressing down on Clark in an overwhelming manner.
However, at this moment, Clark laughed. It was as if something in his mind had shattered.
The damaged information and data were finally repaired at this moment. Black air currents floated between Clark's eyes.
During the twelve years on this Earth, the damaged information had been continuously accumulating energy under the control of Zuo Qingcang.
At the moment when the data was finally repaired, the energy that had been accumulating for twelve years suddenly erupted. Clark's body was improving and becoming stronger at a speed that even he himself found hard to imagine.
In the blink of an eye, he had become a Void Refinement Realm expert. Then, he continued to become stronger and stronger.
None of the college students in the surroundings noticed this. To them, women, games, and marijuana, as well as despising everything that could be despised and opposing everything that could be opposed, seemed to be the most important thing.
However, at the next moment, it was impossible for them to not notice it. It was because Clark was walking toward the quarterback and the girl. His eyes shone with a strong black glow.
The ground was torn apart under his feet, and the layers of clouds were scattered by his aura. The mountains and rivers were trembling under his will.
All the things that he had not been able to understand in the past were now clear to him. As the information continued to be decompressed from his consciousness, Clark's personality underwent an unimaginable change. It was as if he was being urged to grow by pulling up a seedling to help it grow.
He looked at the girl and the quarterback with an unfamiliar expression that he had never seen before. He frowned, "It's really hard to believe that I would fall for such a superficial girl like you."
"You're just … a pile of rotten meat."
Clark gently waved his hand and activated his Zhen Yuan. A tyrannical electromagnetic force swept out and countless molecular structures were destroyed in a straight line. The quarterback and the girl had already been decomposed into over a hundred pieces of rotten flesh. The two of them were mixed together, truly becoming one.
"To think that I've wasted so much time on things that can be wiped out easily."
Morals, rationality, justice, and laws all crumbled at this moment.
Horrified shouts broke out from the crowd, and the college students fled in all directions.
Clark did not look at them. Instead, he hugged his head. Countless numbers of data were multiplying at a rate of several hundred gigabytes per second. His slightly weak brain was still unable to withstand such a high speed of processing.
Therefore, he felt pain. It was intense pain.
He wanted to cry out in pain.
Clark hugged his head and knelt down on the ground. He hammered the ground heavily with one hand and bellowed out, "It's really damn painful!"
Terrifying sound waves turned into air currents that could be seen by the naked eye and gushed out in all directions. 194 decibels, which was theoretically the loudest sound that could be transmitted in Earth's atmosphere, gushed into the ears of every college student who was fleeing.
Everyone's brains were instantly shaken into mush, and they fell to the ground with blood flowing out from their seven orifices.
Clark rubbed his head and stood up. He looked at the corpses on the ground as if he was looking at ants.
Black Qi gushed out from his eyes, as if he had drawn a pair of black eye circles.
"Go, find the leader of this world and use the blueprint I gave you to build a quantum transmission gate."
The corners of Clark's lips curled up into a hint of a cold smile. His body bent slightly, and he leaped up abruptly, flying several hundred meters into the air.
Seeing the ground under his feet gliding past rapidly as his body continued to descend, Clark clenched his fists tightly. There seemed to be streams of electric currents flashing amidst the explosions in the air.
His body tumbled and flew out, crashing into a school building like a meteorite.
With a loud boom, smoke and dust soared into the sky. The ground trembled like waves, and a large part of the school was turned into a meteor crater from this impact.
A human figure gradually flew up as well.
Clark twisted the geomagnetic field to fly. He was like a bird that had just learned how to fly, drawing out streams of curved arcs in the sky.
In terms of strength, he was completely unable to compare with Zuo Qingcang. However, as a projection of Zuo Qingcang, he had countless pieces of knowledge and techniques that Zuo Qingcang had transmitted to him.
Over ten seconds later, his figure in the sky was like a swimming fish.
Clark looked at the ruins on the ground, the terrified crowd, and the countless dead bodies with a cruel expression. He paused for a moment, then drew out a stream of white gas with no end in sight as he flew toward the east at ten times the speed of sound.
His target … The United States' White House.
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