The rolling air wave spread from behind Clark, which was a shock wave generated by some of the shock waves he deliberately did not use his true energy to connect to the imaginary space.

Seeing the mountains and rivers under his feet swiftly passing by, and watching the sea of ​​clouds easily tear apart by his body, his heart was filled with excitement.

"Human..." Clark narrowed his eyes, and his true energy kept refracting light, making his eyes look at the earth like the best optical telescope, and saw the humans on the earth.

"...It's too small." With the information conveyed by Zuo Qingcang, he not only practiced fiction and fortune, but also gained a lot of experience in Zuo Qingcang's analysis of Taoism over the past year, and was able to complete various magical channels purely with the true energy and one qi.

He had many unknowns about the principle, and his eyes were not as good as Zuo Qingcang's left eye that could see the microscopic domain. He did not even have Zuo Qingcang's various life congregations.

But he could use Zuo Qingcang to know how to do it, what power to do it, and what level of numerical values, and all kinds of values ​​were felt in his heart.

In a word, he knew what kind of exercise to do all this, just as Zuo Qingcang assisted him step by step.

Just as he was sighing at the insignificance of humanity, a Boeing 747 suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​clouds and flew past Clark.

In the cabin, a child opened his eyes wide and looked at the figure floating in the sea of ​​clouds, exclaiming: "Mom, look at it, it's Superman."

The blonde woman beside him didn't want to see it at first, but she was so annoyed that she could only turn her head to look.

A vague figure stood still in motion in the sea of ​​clouds.

Sudden screams and shouts rang out in the cabin.

“Someone is flying.”

"Is it Superman?"

Unfortunately, the plane did not stay in accordance with their will, and Clark's shadow disappeared from their sight in an instant.

"Superman?" A trace of red light suddenly surged from Clark's eyes, and he murmured: "Not bad...I..."

My son is Clark Kent, and he will be the most perfect, strongest and bravest man in the world, and he will become Superman.

"From today, I will be Superman."

I saw a red light flashing in Clark's eyes. It was a particle beam formed by the force field of the true energy and qi, which pushed and accelerated the protons in the body to migrate electrons to excite the laser formed by photons.

This is the Red Blood Xuan Light Evil simulated by the one qi of the true essence.

I saw Clark lower his head and aim the red beam of light at his chest.

The red high-temperature rays swept through his body like a torrent. His skin was torn apart and blood flowed out, forming a shield and a red s in the shield on his body.

"I, Superman, Clark Kent."

The black true energy wrapped around his skin in one go, forming a black leather jacket.

Only the blood-red S on his chest was noticeable.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Clark's mouth, and the next moment it turned into a black lightning and disappeared into the sky.

...

The White House is as quiet and busy as before.

Two special agents standing guard were looking in the direction of the sky.

"Victor, I'll be planning to marry Riya next week, so don't forget to come to the wedding then."

"Are you going to the grave after dragging for so long?"

“That’s not a grave, Victor, when you meet a woman who is willing to reduce her time in entertainment, change her job and put out her life savings to replace her living environment.

You should understand that you have met a real strong man.”

"screw you."

Just as the two of them were talking, there was a loud bang, the air waves mixed with stones, and the soil rushed towards them, as if dozens of car bombs exploded at the same time.

The two of them were instantly pressed on the grass by the vibration of their feet and the overwhelming shock waves.

The two of them shouted in blood on one end. Victor barely stood up, holding a pistol, and pulled Barry Chao back.

"Damn it, is it a terrorist attack?"

"Barry, are you okay?"

Barry shook his head and looked at the figure looming in the smoke and dust and said, "Who is that?"

Victor held up his pistol, aimed at the direction of the figure and shouted: "Stand and don't move."

The figure walked over slowly without listening to what he said. Victor pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The sound of gunfire sounded, but the figure did not even have a trace of trembling.

At this time, the smoke finally slowly dissipated, revealing the huge crater on the White House lawn and Clark floating above the crater.

Of course, Clark could also come to the White House quietly, and the reason why he made such a big noise was just that he liked it.

Flying, the bullets were ineffective, especially Victor's huge scarlet s on his chest kept stimulating Victor, leaving him at a loss.

At this moment, the fully armed secret service troops rushed over and surrounded the crater, pointing dozens of machine guns at Clark.

Clark said lightly: "I want to see the president."

Unfortunately, no one listened to him. Everyone who looked at him had nervous eyes.

The leading white man shouted: "Put down your weapon."

"Don't move."

"Put down your weapons and raise your hands."

The roars one after another were shaking wildly in the air, and everyone's forehead was covered with nervous sweat.

Clark turned his head and said lightly: "You guys are too nervous."

But I knew it was such a simple action, and a young soldier nervously pulled the trigger.

"No!" Victor shouted subconsciously, but it was too late, just like a tight steel wire breaking. With the first gunshot, dozens of firelight flashed in the night sky, and dense metal torrents completely covered Clark's body.

But it's useless.

The bullet hit Clark's body, but even the leather jacket made of black true energy was unbearable.

The bullet that was enough to penetrate the steel plate was not even a trace of depression at this moment, and it was twisted and deformed under the damage of the reaction force and fell to the ground.

Not to mention other parts, even bullets shot at the eyes, forehead, and neck have no other effect except when they deformed and fell to the ground.

Clark's whole body was wrapped in the qi of true energy.

After the bullet was shot, the sound of gunfire stuck kept ringing in the silence.

Everyone looked at Clark, with confusion, nervousness, and fear in their eyes.

Because the man in front of him, regardless of his dress, dress, behavior, or movement.

Every second of his existence is crazily collapsing, challenging the common sense and worldview of everyone present.

Looking at the people in front of him, Clark said lightly: "Now... can you take me to see the president?"

The White House was in a mess in an instant, the door of the US president's office was pushed open ruthlessly, and countless soldiers and staff entered one after another.

The president raised his head and frowned, "What's wrong, what happened."

"Your Excellency, we just learned that there is Superman in this world...
Chapter completed!