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Chapter 221 Superman - He Learned to Fly!

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"Ron, is this part of your humor?"

Locke raised his eyebrows high, and his expression became quite interesting.

He crossed his arms and looked at Rong En with a leisurely air:

"Go on vacation to that legendary paradise island where only women live, secluded from the world?"

“Ron, are you sure you just said ‘vacation,’ and not some code name that requires me to carry a hoe… or something else, to sort out trouble?”

Rong En's expression became even more unnatural, and he raised his hand to tug at his collar.

This is a very humane action, one that is rarely seen in him.

Obviously
Asking Locke for help was like a male college student asking a friend for a large sum of money for the first time—he found it extremely difficult to bring up the topic.

Seeing Ron's unusually embarrassed state, Locke couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

"Go ahead and tell me. Even if I don't go on vacation, I can at least give you some advice."

Hearing Locke's words, Ron finally relaxed a little.

He took a deep breath, organized his thoughts, and began to recount the matter that had been somewhat difficult for him.

"It was Paradise Island that contacted us first."

Ron's voice returned to its usual calm, but his pace was slightly faster than usual, revealing the urgency of the matter. "General Phillips, the military commander of Paradise Island and Queen Hippolyta's most trusted military advisor, recently made an urgent contact with DEO through secret channels."

He paused, seemingly recalling those carefully worded yet undeniably anxious messages.

"They say that Queen Hippolyta, and Princess Diana, disappeared after a routine temple prayer."

"There were no signs of a struggle or any indication of external intrusion at the scene."

"Only their prophet priestess, Menalipe, with her extraordinary perception, detected extremely faint, fleeting spatial node fluctuations and a kind of... residual energy that does not belong to our dimension, at the last location where the queen and princess appeared."

Rong En sighed and said worriedly:

“Locke, the Amazons have maintained a friendly alliance with the DEO and the Justice Society since their birth.”

"Within our DEO, there are even several outstanding special envoys who are warriors from Paradise Island."

"More importantly, Queen Hippolyta herself, as Wonder Woman, was one of the core founders of the Justice Society and made indelible contributions to the human world during World War II."

"Both morally and logically, we must do everything we can to help."

"In fact, you know what? When Mr. Scott heard the news, this old gentleman flew into a rage on the spot."

"Finally, it was Mr. Hall who gently stopped Mr. Scott with his mace, preventing the nearly eighty-year-old first hero from impulsively plunging into the Land of Women."

As Locke listened to Ron's description, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards, eventually turning into a low chuckle.

He crossed his arms and leaned back against a pillar in the porch, a mocking look in his eyes.

"'Furious'?" Locke drawled, his tone filled with undisguised doubt. "Are you sure we're talking about the same Mr. Alan Scott?"

“Seriously, Ron, are you sure he hasn’t finally found a perfect excuse to take a trip to the legendary ‘Land of Women’? Although it’s not very kind of him to speculate about such a respected old hero…” Locke stroked his chin, the image of the always impeccably dressed Green Lantern, who even when saving the world, appeared in his mind, and teased, “…Based on my previous interactions with Mr. Scott, it’s hard for me not to think so.”

"In conclusion, Locke"

Rong En concluded, looking earnestly at his few close friends, "We need a professional who is powerful enough to skillfully perceive spatial dimensions and create a passage to that world."

"Locke, with Mr. Nelson gone and no one to succeed Dr. Fate, you are the first person I can think of."

“Or rather…” Locke sighed helplessly, raising his hand to rub his temples, “was it my ‘sword’? I feel like the frequency with which the Yamato has appeared lately is almost catching up with the fuel consumption of the tractor on the farm.”

Ron seemed to want to ease the tension. His serious expression, typical of Calvin Swanwick, remained unchanged, but he said in an extremely flat tone, "Locke, you know, you're at least not busier than a divorce lawyer in America."

"Stop! That's enough!" Locke interrupted him impatiently. "It's not funny at all, Ron! And it's not even a joke!"

He waved his hand, as if to dispel the awful sense of humor.

"Alright, stop talking nonsense."

“Since you’ve already labeled me a ‘professional,’ then come with me and see for yourself. Let’s see how this Captain Comet you hired ‘instructs’ Clark. If it doesn’t work out, or if my kid suffers some undue setback…” Locke sneered, “I’ll be asking for a refund.”

Upon hearing this, a smile naturally appeared on Rong En's face.

He knew Locke so well that he naturally sensed the softening beneath the tough tone.

His friend appeared to be as hard as iron on the outside, but in reality, he was softer than anyone else on the inside.

I have never been able to resist a sincere plea.

As long as principles are not violated, they are actually very easy to talk to in essence.

Locke glanced at Ron with a sharp eye, narrowing his eyes suspiciously: "Why do I feel like... you were muttering something about me in your head just now?"

Rong En immediately suppressed his slight smile and resumed his serious demeanor. "According to Earth's social etiquette, it is usually more polite to evaluate others face-to-face."

"Furthermore, regarding the return process, DEO currently does not have a trial period for superhero mentors or return/exchange service terms, which exceeds standard operating procedures..."

“This isn’t funny at all, Ron!” Locke snapped, unable to contain himself any longer. “This isn’t humor! This is bureaucracy!”

Rong En blinked, ultimately choosing to remain silent.

Ignore this Martian hunter who's now unusually obsessed with lame jokes.

Locke shook his head and turned his gaze to the distant night sky.

There, a young star may be preparing to quietly shine.
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the other side.

Clark was walking briskly along the dirt road leading to Smallville.

The cool night air brushed against his cheeks.

He took a deep breath, took out his phone, and dialed Coach Blake.
Or rather, a phone call from the superhero Captain Comet.

The call was quickly answered, and Blake's cheerful voice came through the phone, with the faint sound of wind in the background: "Good evening, Clark. Let me make this clear, I'm not going to give you extra training sessions at night just because you're the captain."

"Mr. Black."

Clark's voice was slightly strained with excitement, but his tone was incredibly firm: "I'm ready!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Blake's laughter became even more hearty: "Great. Come on, I'll be waiting for you on the hill behind the old power station on the east side of town."

With that, he simply hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Clark unconsciously pressed his hand to his chest, and even through the ordinary T-shirt, he could almost feel the warmth and strength there.

A radiant smile, a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and boundless anticipation, quietly bloomed on his young face.

He looked around to make sure no one was there, then slightly pushed off with his legs.

"Whoosh-!"

The figure blurred instantly and sped away along the road out of town.

Although he had not yet mastered flying skills like Karana, his super speed on the ground was already beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The dust under his feet was kicked up by the wind pressure, forming a short trail.

In just a few breaths, the familiar little hill came into view.

At the top of the hill, a tall figure stood with his back to him, bathed in the cool moonlight, gazing at the scattered lights of Smallville in the distance.

The night breeze ruffled his slightly curled hair and the hem of his casual jacket, his back view as steady as a mountain.

"Mr. Blake!"

Clark called out from afar, his voice exceptionally clear in the silent night sky.

The figure on the hill turned around.

Adam Black looked at the young man who appeared before him from the foot of the mountain almost instantly, and saw the still-excited light in his eyes and the slight heave of his chest from running so fast. He gave him an approving smile.

"Clark."

He nodded slightly, quickly scanned Clark's entire body, and chuckled, "Looks like you've decided you're no longer content with just running on the football field?"

"I'm ready!"

Clark's voice was full of eagerness.

However, Blake blinked. Instead of immediately starting the so-called training or combat, he said, "Do you know why I chose this place, Clark?"

The old hero's voice was lower than usual, carrying a distant, reminiscent quality to his story.

Clark looked around; this was just one of countless unremarkable hills around Smallwell, covered with drought-resistant meadows, overlooking most of the town's lights, nothing more.

He honestly shook his head.

Blake smiled slightly, a smile tinged with complexity.

"Many years ago, when I was just a clueless young man living on the other side of town, who thought he was a weirdo..."

"...And this is the first place where I truly used my 'ability'."

He raised his hand and pointed to a gentle slope below the hill, now covered with shrubs.

“That summer, a few older guys picked a fight with me. I endured it all the way up this slope until they pinned me to the ground. I was both angry and scared, and my head was spinning…”

"Then, like a firecracker that's been lit, I suddenly sprang up, not just jumping, but really, uncontrollably... floating several feet off the ground, scaring those guys half to death."

As Blake spoke, he couldn't help but chuckle softly and shake his head, unsure whether he was laughing at his past embarrassment or at the pathetic state of those who had bullied him.

“I was terrified at the time. After I landed, I sat on the top of this hill for most of the night, looking at the lights of the town. My mind was in complete turmoil.”

"I don't know what I am, or what to do. I just feel extremely lonely, as if I am the only one left in the whole universe... an alien."

"until."

"I looked up at the starry sky and watched the comet streak across Smallwell."

His words drifted in the night breeze, carrying a trace of the chill left over from that night.

Clark listened quietly; he could picture the scene.

A confused teenager sits under the same moonlight, feeling fear and isolation because he is different from others.

This reminded him of his childhood, when he was also filled with fear and anxiety because of uncontrollable forces, but fortunately, he always had the understanding and guidance of Uncle Locke and his parents.

Blake turned to look at Clark, his gaze returning to its usual gentleness.

"So, I called you here, Clark."

"I want you to know that this land beneath your feet once bore the weight of a boy who was just as confused and afraid as you are."

"This is where I first realized I was 'different.' And now, I hope it can also be the starting point for you to truly understand and embrace this 'difference,' learn to take control of it, and decide what to do with it."

"We may have chosen different paths."

Blake concluded, his gaze sweeping over Clark's hand pressed against his chest, as if he could see through the suit beneath, "But the starting point's feelings are perhaps somewhat similar."

"Now, are you ready to take your first step from this land that holds special significance, Superman?"

Clark looked at Mr. Black and felt a strange sense of resonance welling up inside him.

He was no longer walking alone on the unknown road; the footprints of his predecessors had already been imprinted on this land.

He nodded vigorously, the confusion in his eyes replaced by determination.

"I'm ready!"

"Ready? Clark!" "I'm ready! Mr. Blake!"

"Are you ready?!"

"Ready!"

"Alright! Clark, let's take off now! Let's get straight to the practical part!" With that, starlight, like a comet, flickered beneath Blake's feet as he floated up and looked down at Clark. "Come on, let's take a flight together tonight."

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Clark remained silent for a while, watching his coach take to the skies.

Then, somewhat embarrassed, he added:
"Mr. Black, I can't fly yet."

He looked up at the star-studded night sky, his tone tinged with envy and frustration. "I've tried several times, whether it was secretly jumping up from behind the barn or from the water tower... but I just jumped a little higher and landed a little faster."

He gestured, looking somewhat dejected:

"No matter what, I can't find that... key to escaping the Earth's gravity."

"But I really can fly. After all, my cousin, another Kryptonian, demonstrated to me how to fly using a biofield."

Upon hearing this, Blake was not disappointed at all. Instead, he seemed to have heard something perfectly normal. He smiled easily and landed on the ground.

He then patted a relatively flat rock next to him, gesturing for Clark to sit down.

"You should have told me sooner, Clark."

"Don't make it sound too mysterious."

Blake also sat down next to the rock, his arms resting on his knees, relaxed. "Flying, especially for people like us, is often not a 'skill,' but a shift in 'cognition.'"

He looked into Clark's confused blue eyes and continued to explain:

"Think about it, when you run, you trust your legs and the ground beneath your feet, right? Your body 'knows' how to exert force."

"Flying is the same. You need to get your body, or rather, that unique energy within you, what you call the biofield."

"Let them 'recognize' and 'trust' their surroundings, not just the ground, but the entire space."

He raised one hand, palm up, as if supporting invisible air.

"It's not just about fighting gravity, it's more like... swimming in water."

"You need to sense the buoyancy and resistance of the medium 'air', and then let your force field interact with it to generate thrust and change direction."

"Your cousin was able to do it, most likely because she had already received guidance from Rong En."

"But you, having grown up on Earth since childhood, are more instinctively inclined to be grounded without any guidance."

“I learned to fly back then.” Blake’s gaze deepened. “It wasn’t something I did overnight. The first time I lost control and floated was an accident. I truly mastered it when I was shot down from a thousand meters in the air during a war.”

“In that extreme situation, my survival instinct overcame my fear of height and my adherence to ‘common sense.’ The comet’s energy naturally enveloped my whole body at that moment, allowing me to understand the meaning of ‘flying.’”

Looking at Clark, Blake's tone was full of encouragement:
"You don't have to go through that kind of extreme situation."

"All you need to do is break the mindset that 'I can't fly'."

"Temporarily shut down your super vision and super hearing, and use your heart to feel the invisible energy around your body."

Try to imagine it as your unseen wings extending outwards.

"Make it more 'buoyant' and better at catching the 'wind'."

“Tonight we won’t practice crashing through walls or firing heat vision.” Blake stood up and walked toward the more open side of the hill. “The first lesson is that no amount of theory can replace experiencing it firsthand. I’ll take you up there to see.”

"You should personally go into that area and feel the flow of the 'wind' and the breath of the force field."

Upon hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed in Clark's eyes.

Take him flying? How?
Blake looked at him, seemingly guessing his thoughts, and a slightly mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he uttered two simple words: "Take it off."

"Huh?" Clark's face instantly turned bright red, and he was at a loss for what to do.

But he quickly realized what Blake meant.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Blake heard an extremely faint sound of fabric rubbing together, beyond the limits of normal hearing, and the young man who had been standing in front of him, dressed in an ordinary T-shirt and jeans, had vanished.

Instead, a figure wearing a brand-new red and blue battle suit appeared, and the black-rimmed glasses on his face disappeared, revealing a face with distinct features and eyes that looked particularly sharp in the night.

The red cape behind him fluttered in the Kansas night wind, like a newly unfurled flag.

Blake looked him up and down, his gaze lingering on the 'S' logo for a moment. He nodded slightly, his tone filled with sincere approval: "The new suit is nice, very smart."

Clark smiled somewhat embarrassedly, subconsciously straightening his back and placing his hands on his hips—a pose he had rehearsed countless times in his mind since returning from the expo.

Blake couldn't help but smile as he watched his signature pose.

He didn't say anything more, but stepped forward and naturally and smoothly reached out his hands, pulling Clark up with both arms.

"Relax, child."

Blake's voice rang in my ears, reassuringly calm, "Don't fight my power, try to feel it, feel the changes in our surroundings."

The next moment, Clark felt a powerful lifting force coming from where Blake had touched him, and his feet left the solid ground.

The field of vision rapidly increased, and the small hills quickly shrank beneath our feet, turning into blurry, dark green patches.

The lights of Smallville spread across the boundless, dark plains.

The wind in his ears changed from a murmur to a howl, and the cold air washed over his face.

Blake carried him steadily upwards, breaking through the clouds and flying towards the higher reaches of the sky where the stars were more concentrated.

Clark opened his eyes wide, greedily surveying the magnificent landscape of the land where he had grown up, a landscape he had never seen before.

but.
Just as he was immersed in this unprecedented perspective.

The next moment
The supporting force that gave him a sense of security suddenly disappeared!
Blake released his grip without warning.

"?!!!"

What happened to the promise that I wouldn't have to experience extreme environments myself?!
The intense feeling of weightlessness gripped Clark's internal organs!
My heart felt like it stopped beating at that moment.

The earth rushed towards us at a dizzying speed, and Smallwell's lights transformed from a beautiful carpet of stars into a web of ravenous specks.

The wind howled sharply in his ears, tearing at his cloak and hair.

Panic overwhelmed all his thoughts.

Clark instinctively waved his arms, trying in vain to grab something, but only managed to grab a handful of cold air.

The super brain frantically worked under the crisis, calculating the speed of the fall and the height above the ground, and came to the following conclusion.
If he were to fall like that, even with his physical condition, he would definitely not feel well.

They're going to crash!

You'll get hurt!
No!

"Clark! Feel it! Feel your power! Use your force field as a rudder, as a sail! It's not about fighting, it's about mastering!"

At the critical moment.
Clark seemed to hear his uncle's steady voice clearly.

The voice was like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog of panic in his mind.

Controlling... not confronting...

Power is just your tool
He abruptly closed his eyes, forcing himself to ignore the agonizing feeling of falling and the earth rushing towards him.

Bring back all the scattered super senses.

Focus all your attention, like focused sunlight, on that invisible barrier around your body that has always existed but is rarely actively and precisely controlled.

His biofield.

He no longer tried to 'grasp' the air, but tried to 'understand' it.

He felt the violent air currents transform into invisible, turbulent river water, eroding the outer shell of the force field, and he felt the stubborn and powerful pull of the earth's gravity below.

But he no longer saw them as enemies, but...

Part of the environment.

Like wings...like sails...

He imagined the force field extending and expanding on his back, becoming broad and curved, to capture the whistling wind.

He adjusted the shape of his force field, making it no longer a uniform eggshell, but denser below his body to increase upward 'buoyancy', while also incorporating the cloak behind him into the force field.

This transforms it from a hindrance into a wing surface that assists in stabilization and attitude adjustment.

At first it was clumsy, the force field's response sluggish and distorted, and he continued to fall like a stone, but the speed seemed...

Has it slowed down a little?
Trust it!

My uncle's voice rang out again, this time with encouragement.

Clark gritted his teeth and poured all his will into it.

He recalled Blake's words, Kara's effortless flight, and Uncle Locke's solemn instructions as he handed him the suit—

"Take good care of yourself."

He can't just collapse here!

"call--!"

A wonderful feeling suddenly welled up inside me!

The previously violent and chaotic descent suddenly stopped!
It felt as if an invisible giant hand suddenly lifted him up from below!
At this moment, the bio-force field that had been passively existing finally responded to his strong will and clear 'command'!
It surges with unprecedented activity and intensity!

The speed of the fall slowed dramatically, transforming from a deadly rapid descent into a controlled glide.

He felt that his body was no longer passively enduring the tearing of the wind, but was beginning to subtly cut the airflow and utilize its energy.

Clark tried to slightly twist his body to adjust the distribution of the force field.

Sure enough, the direction of flight changed!
He opened his eyes, his blue pupils gleaming in the night, filled with incredible surprise and a tremendous sense of accomplishment.

The earth no longer lunged at him menacingly, but instead stretched out peacefully beneath him.

The sound of the wind also changed from a terrifying howl to a majestic symphony that lifted his wings.

He carefully tried to give the force field beneath him a continuous upward thrust.

An incredible miracle occurred.

He stopped descending.

He was suspended in mid-air.

Above the dimly lit night sky of Smallville.

He relied on his own will and understanding
Truly and completely autonomously, they broke free from the shackles of gravity!
He slowly raised his head and looked up at Blake, who was hovering higher up with a satisfied smile on his face.

Clark took a deep breath of the free air, and a bright smile spread across his face.

He learned to fly!
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