After Harley finished practicing boxing with all the Kryptonian prisoners, Superman sent them into the Phantom Zone.
Eight Kryptonians helped her upgrade a total of two and a half levels, finally breaking through the 50th level mark.
If the defense is 40+, light missiles can't kill it, and heavy Gatling can't kill it.
At this time, her defense is 50 points. Unless she falls into a trap, she will still be attacked one after another. It is difficult for human gunpowder weapons to kill her directly.
If it weren't for the lack of attack methods, Harley could be a wave SS in Metropolis right now.
Well, Metropolis is Superman's territory, and the conditions for being a wavelet SS are far better than those in Gotham.
Before leaving Metropolis, Harley was really greedy for the Kryptonian experience points, so she asked Clark to punch her with the greatest malice.
Superman punched.
Harry almost broke his arm, but the experience jar didn't bubbling at all.
"Clark, when will you marry Lois?" Harley asked.
When the time comes when she hides her face and kidnaps the bride Louise, it should make Dachao furious.
Clark seemed to be greatly frightened, and waved his hands repeatedly with a red face, "Don't get me wrong, Louise and I are just colleagues."
Thinking that Bruce had been practicing "murderous intent" recently, and thinking of his many enemies, Harley said again: "Clark, with your physical fitness, if you practice Chinese Kung Fu, your strength should be doubled. Do you want me to introduce you to a master?"
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Clark shook his head and refused, saying: "Thank you for your kindness, but they shouldn't be able to teach me anything."
"Yo, so crazy?"
"My super vision can see through the tiniest muscle fibers.
My super sense can even detect the slight pulsing of cells during intense exercise.
Therefore, every action I take is under the complete control of my own will.
I can punch through the crust of the earth with one punch, and I can imitate Chinese chefs and carve tofu.
I don't believe any martial artist can reach my level." Clark said confidently.
"Martial arts training is not just about power control. For example, Bruce, he is completely an ordinary person, but his physical fitness breaks the limits of the human body and exceeds the limit of ordinary people by several times.
There is not much difference between your strength and Zod and Fiora. In a one-on-one fight, you may be able to defeat Zod, but it will be difficult to defeat Fiora."
Zod is the commander gene, and Fiora is a pure warrior.
Theoretically, Zod cannot defeat Fiora.
This is indeed the case in actual combat.
Superman was tortured by Fiora in all kinds of ways, but Zod reluctantly fought with Superman. Zod was filled with murderous intentions, and Superman didn't want to kill anyone at all. He really let go, and Zod was tortured by Superboy.
Just like the generals in the earth's army, they cannot defeat the one-in-a-million warrior king.
"If you are like a martial artist and break through your current physical limits, even ten Fioras can't beat you." Harley's tone was full of temptation.
"I feel that my current strength is enough. Many times I have to control my strength and there is no need to push the limit anymore," Clark said.
"What's more, can you defeat the Three Palace Demon? He has been coveting the earth and wants to destroy the world, but you haven't taken the time to practice, and you are actually content with the status quo and not making progress." Harley said excitedly.
Clark frowned and said, "You want me to practice martial arts, increase my strength, and then help you deal with the Three Palace Demons?"
"I have a friend"
Harley told the story of herself and Rachel the Raven.
"With my own strength, even if I practice hard for ten more years, I won't be able to hurt His skin, but Rachel obviously can't persist for another ten years."
Speaking of this, Harley couldn't help but show her true feelings, worry and frustration appeared on her face.
"Clark, you are a peerless martial arts prodigy. If you can break through the limit in a short period of time, we can definitely kill the Three Palace Demons together.
Saving Rachel isn't just helping me either.
She is the portal through which the Three Palace Demons enter the earth. If she is domesticated by the Three Palace Demons, all mankind will face a greater crisis than the invasion of Krypton."
"Okay, I'll go to Chinatown and sign up for a martial arts training class." Clark said reluctantly.
"Would you like to sign up for a training class to learn the 'Five Lightning Whips'? Come to Gotham and find me, or Bruce. If you are interested, I can also teach you magic." Harley said.
"Can I learn magic? Kryptonians have never had a mage." Clark doubted.
"Do you know the Kryptonian god Rao? He is probably an old god with the power of faith."
"I only learned about Rao not long ago and had no chance to believe in him.
Rao did not protect Krypton, and I will not believe in him," Clark said.
"The point is not belief, but that you Kryptonians are not complete magical insulators.
If that doesn't work, I can summon Little Black Bean and let her infiltrate your body with her powerful source, and magic will be born naturally."
Harley smiled excitedly and said, "Dark Superman and Lightless Superman seem to be very exciting."
"No, I don't want to be a black magician!" Clark shook his head repeatedly.
In the end, he learned fifteen sets of meditation skills from Harley and agreed to go to Gotham to learn Kung Fu from her during the holidays.
Returning to Gotham from Metropolis, before the Five Rings Admiral had time to participate in several talk shows on local Gotham TV stations, the muse, who had disappeared for less than half a month, found the manor again.
"Harry, when are you going to help me find Calliope?
Last time at the Metropolis, you said you would help me find someone after the victory parade.
As a result, you went to another meeting to participate in the Kryptonian trial.
I've been struggling for almost half a month and still haven't taken any action.
I can't stay in this world for long." Cleo complained.
"Why can't you stay longer?" Harley asked curiously.
"Do you know what the divine realm calls the earthly world?" Clio asked.
Harley frowned and said, "Isn't it the earth?"
"Earth is a common name. More often, gods will disdainfully call the earthly world 'book'.
Compared with people on earth, gods in the heavenly realm are higher-dimensional beings. After entering the mortal world, the frequency of the body must be adjusted down a notch.
Similarly, when ordinary people enter the divine realm, they must also adjust their body frequency to a higher level.
If you fail to do so, you will disappear into Limbo.
Even a magic master who masters the rules must always use the power of the rules to protect his body.
You still can't survive in Limbo, right?" Clio said.
Harry nodded slightly, "Whether I am in Limbo or outside the Silver City, once I leave the airship, I must wear the Heavenly Armor."
The airship is a magical weapon. Staying in it can isolate the rules of Limbo.
"It is easy to lower the frequency, but it is difficult to raise it. If I maintain a low-frequency body on earth for a long time, I will probably completely become a mortal and never return to heaven." Cleo sighed.
"As far as I know, Stranger, Gabriel, and the Son of the Three Houses all live on Earth." Harry said.
"They are all great gods and do not need the power of faith to survive.
The old gods of Heaven are a little different from them, we rely more on faith.
In the past thousands of years, faith from the mortal world has become increasingly thin, and many gods have either died out or fallen asleep.
At least I am still alive and able to run around, which is much better than their situation.
No matter how the times change, serious writers always long for the favor of the Muse.
It’s just that alcohol, sex, and Du Ping are frantically robbing our believers.” Cleo said helplessly.
"In modern society, the population is larger than in ancient times, the literacy rate is higher than in the past, and there are more authors. For example, a certain website has millions of authors.
Theoretically, as the base has expanded, you should be stronger anyway." Harley said.
"Alas, forget it, those street writers would rather write fan fiction, sew up monsters, and imitate best-selling books than make wishes to the muse. They are completely useless to us.
I am too weak to stay in this world for too long.
Therefore, you must get busy immediately and help me find Calliope as soon as possible."
Harley asked: "What art does Calliope govern?"
There are nine young muses and three old muses, all in charge of different arts.
Similar to chemistry, physics, nature, astronomy, music, and history, if you are kissed by a "substitute teacher", you will be inspired in the corresponding literature and art.
"Caliope is responsible for heroic epics. For example, the blind poet got inspiration from her and wrote "The Iliad" and "Osade."" Clio said.
"When and where did she disappear?" Harley asked again.
"Earth 1927 AD, Mount Helicon, Greece."
Harley smiled and said: "OK, I understand. If she is still on Earth, you sisters may be reunited in three days."
"Three days?" Cleo stared at her like a liar and shouted loudly: "Do you know how many thirty years it took me to find her?"
"If I find her within three days, how about you give me a golden apple branch?" Harley said.
"Okay, I'll wait here and see what tricks you can use."
Harley picked up the phone and got through to Amanda Waller, "Lend me your fucking 'Hundred Eyes System' for two hours."
"Who do you want to monitor? I'll ask the people below to help you." Amanda said.
"Your people's efficiency is too slow, so I'm going to borrow your super server and complete monitoring network." Harley said.
"Who will use it?" Amanda asked.
"Puppy Duoduo, the junior artificial intelligence of Duoduo Technology Company."
Amanda pondered for a moment and said: "I can't hand over the entire Baimu system to you, as a lot of work relies on it.
I took a look and found that I can probably free up 30% of the computing power, so you can use it for a few more hours."
"also."
After hanging up the phone, Harley dialed another number, "Hey, Richie, go to Metropolis and find the fucking Baimu system, the account number is"
"I have entered the server, who am I looking for?" Richie asked.
"All writers who specialize in serious literature from 1927 to the present."
"Dead people included?" Richie asked.
Harry first told the story of Calliope, and then said: "If there is any living writer whose writing style is similar to that of previous generations of writers, we should pay special attention to it.
Well, add one star for attention.
Those who have been down and out but suddenly rise again and achieve even higher achievements will receive two stars.
I live away from the crowd, my personality is not solitary, but I live alone, with few visitors, and rarely hold parties at home, so I will give it two stars.
Among the rumors about him that involve magic, add one and a half stars.
Male writer, add one star.
If you rarely travel or go out to look for inspiration, add two stars.
If you have been to Greece, add half a star.
Europeans, half a star.
White people, half a star.
A star who treasures his own works very much and regards writing as his life.”
Harry talked about everything that came to his mind for half an hour, leaving Cleo beside him dumbfounded.
"No wonder you can deceive so many great gods. Harley, I really admire you. Your thinking is so flexible and meticulous."
"How did you find Calliope in the past?" Harry asked curiously.
Cleo's face turned red and she said awkwardly: "I'm not stupid either, but I'm just not as good as you."
"Well, I come to Earth every few years to look for emerging poets and hang out near his home."
Harley said strangely: "The trafficker can catch your sister, why can't he catch you? And he even hangs around his house."