Billowing waves of air spread out from behind Clark. It was a part of the shock wave that was generated when he deliberately did not use his true essence to connect with the void space.
Looking at the mountains and rivers passing by under his feet and the sea of clouds being easily torn apart by his body, his heart was filled with excitement.
"Humans..." Clark narrowed his eyes. His true essence kept refracting light, allowing his eyes to look at the ground like the best optical telescope and see the humans on the ground.
"... Too insignificant." With the information that Zuo Qingcang had transmitted to him, he was no longer just an ordinary Void Refinement Realm cultivator. He had also obtained a lot of Zuo Qingcang's experience in analyzing dao techniques over the past year. He was now able to use his true origin to complete all sorts of divine abilities and dao techniques.
He did not understand many of the principles. His eyes were not like Zuo Qingcang's left eye which could see the microscopic domain. He did not even have Zuo Qingcang's various life clusters.
However, he could rely on the experience passed to him by Zuo Qingcang to know what to do, what strength to use, what degree to achieve, and all kinds of values and feelings were in his heart.
In short, he knew what kind of movement to do all this. It was as if Zuo Qingcang was helping him step by step.
Just as he was lamenting the insignificance of humans, a Boeing 747 suddenly appeared in the sea of clouds and flew past Clark.
In the cabin, a child looked at the figure floating in the sea of clouds with his eyes wide open and exclaimed, "Mommy, mommy, look, it's Superman."
The blonde woman beside him did not want to look at the beginning. However, she was annoyed and had no choice but to turn her head to look.
Above the sea of clouds, a blurry figure stood still.
Exclamations and shouts rang out one after another in the cabin.
"Someone is flying."
"Is it Superman?"
Unfortunately, the plane did not stop as they wished. Clark's figure disappeared from their sight in an instant.
"Superman?" Traces of red light burst out from Clark's eyes as he muttered, "That's right … I …"
My son is called Clark Kent. He will be the most perfect, the strongest, and the bravest man in the world. He will become Superman.
"From today onwards, I am Superman."
Red light flashed explosively in Clark's eyes. It was a particle beam formed by propelling and accelerating the protons in his body through the force field of his Qi of True Origin, while moving electrons to excite photons to form a laser beam.
This was the Crimson Blood Mystic Light Fiend simulated by True Essence.
Clark lowered his head and aimed the red beam of light at his chest.
The red high-temperature rays swept through his body like a torrent. His skin was torn open, and blood flowed out, forming a shield on the surface of his body and a crimson S on the shield.
"Me, Superman, Clark Kent."
Black True Essence wrapped around his skin, forming a black leather coat.
Only the eye-catching blood-red S on his chest was left.
A satisfied smile appeared on Clark's face. In the next moment, he turned into a bolt of black lightning and disappeared into the horizon.
…
The White House was as quiet and busy as usual.
The two special agents standing guard looked at the sky.
"Viktor, I'm getting married to Lia next week. Don't forget to attend the wedding."
"After delaying for so long, you're finally going to walk into the grave."
"That's not a grave, Viktor. When you meet a woman who is willing to reduce her entertainment time, change her job, and take out her life savings to change her living environment, you'll understand.
You should understand that you've met a true expert. "
"F * ck you."
Just as the two of them were talking, there was a loud boom. Air blasts mixed with stones and soil rushed toward them, as if dozens of car bombs had exploded at the same time.
The two of them were instantly pressed down on the grass by the shaking ground and the overwhelming shock waves.
The two of them screamed with blood all over their heads. Viktor struggled to stand up. Holding the pistol, he pulled Ba Ruichao back.
"Damn it. Is it a terrorist attack?"
"Barry, are you okay?"
Barry shook his head and looked at the vague figure in the smoke and dust. "Who is that?"
Viktor raised the pistol and aimed in the direction of the figure, shouting, "Stand there and don't move."
The figure didn't listen to him and walked over slowly. Viktor pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang, bang, bang! Gunshots rang out, but the figure didn't even tremble.
At this time, the smoke and dust finally dispersed slowly, revealing the huge crater on the lawn of the White House and Clark floating above the crater.
Of course, Clark could have come to the White House quietly. The reason why he made such a big scene was just because he liked it.
Flying, bullets were ineffective, and the huge scarlet S on Viktor's chest constantly irritated Viktor, making him feel helpless.
At this time, the fully armed special forces had rushed over and surrounded the crater. Dozens of machine guns were pointed at Clark.
Clark said calmly, "I want to see the president."
Unfortunately, no one listened to him. Everyone looked at him with eyes full of nervousness.
The leading white man shouted, "Put down your weapons."
"Don't move."
"Put down your weapons and raise your hands."
The roars shook the air crazily one after another. Everyone's forehead was covered with nervous sweat.
Clark turned his head and said calmly, "You're too nervous."
Who would have thought that such a simple action would cause a young soldier to pull the trigger nervously?
"No!" Viktor shouted subconsciously, but it was too late. Like a tight wire suddenly breaking, as the first gunshot rang out, dozens of sparks flickered in the night sky. The densely packed metal torrents completely covered Clark's body.
But it was useless.
The bullets hit Clark's body heavily, but even the leather clothes made of black vital essence couldn't withstand it.
The bullets, which could pierce through steel plates, couldn't even make a dent. Under the destruction of the reaction force, they were twisted and deformed and fell to the ground.
Not to mention the other parts of his body, even the bullets shot at his eyes, forehead, and neck had no other effect other than falling to the ground after being deformed.
Clark's entire body was covered by the force field of vital essence.
After the bullets were fired, the sound of gunshots and jammed shells rang out in the silence.
Everyone looked at Clark, their eyes filled with confusion, nervousness, and fear.
It was because the man in front of them, regardless of his clothes, appearance, or actions.
Every second of his existence was crazily collapsing, challenging everyone's common sense and worldview.
Looking at the people in front of him, Clark said calmly, "Now … can you take me to see the president?"
The White House fell into chaos in an instant. The door of the office of the president of the United States was rudely pushed open, and countless soldiers and aides filed in.
The president looked up and frowned. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Sir, we just learned that there is a superman in this world …
He's yellow. "
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