What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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however.

How can a solid iron body without a bio-force field be just a pretty face?

"Bah~"

Madison kicked him, only to fall flat on her backside. She became even angrier, realizing her own aversion to stupidity had taken hold, and she should have known she couldn't kick Ian.

"Depend on!"

Madison was so angry at his own stupidity that he let go, even throwing his expensive bag to the ground. His face was full of doubt about life and reflection on whether he was really smart or not.

"A mosquito just bit me."

Ian pretended not to see it.

My deskmate is definitely faking it.

The feeling of tears welling up in her eyes was so perfectly captured.

"????"

Madison was hit hard again.

"That's it? You want to eat KFC?!"

She gritted her teeth.

"Don't do that, I'm still trying to save you." Ian quickly looked at the landing man and changed the subject, "You need some reason to hunt down my good friend Miss Madison, right?"

It was an incredibly obvious rescue.

Hear the words.

Madison sighed and lay sprawled in the middle of the road.

It's ruined.

"The Supreme Witch wants to live another life in her body, which is not what I want to see... There can only be one Supreme Witch in this world, and that is me."

The man was also very honest.

Put your hands behind your back.

It is very impressive.

Of course, the nightclub vibe was still very obvious—unrestrained, flippant, and with a strong aura of a top nightclub star—Ian sniffed and wrinkled his nose.

He realized something was wrong.

"demon?"

Yes, Ian's super nose caught the familiar scent.

"clever."

The man smiled crookedly.

It looks much more natural than Ian's Dragon King smile.

"What!? A demon!?" Madison, who had been lying flat, propped her head up again, her face full of horror—today was definitely another unlucky day for her. She hadn't recovered from the shock of magic and witches yet, and now she had encountered something even more frightening. The blonde girl just wanted to faint as soon as possible.

She could accept that Ian had taken her in after she was dead. It wasn't a bad deal anyway; she could go around telling everyone she'd slept with Superman when she got to Hollywood. Wasn't that more cost-effective than those prostitutes sleeping with directors?

"I am the son of the Demon King, the future King of the World." The man spoke proudly, staring at Ian, his voice becoming deep and resonant as if imbued with some kind of power.

"Now, submit to me."

There might really be some magic in his words.

I saw.

Madison, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sat up and knelt down facing the man in black robes, her pretty face filled with terror and disbelief.

"How is this going!"

Madison was horrified, his voice trembling.

"It is in accordance with the will of Heaven."

The black-robed man opened his mouth at the twentieth.

"You also like to talk about destiny?"

Ian was extremely surprised.

He was not affected by the other party's words.

In this regard.

The man in black robes was also quite surprised, but he wasn't angry. Not everyone is as easily angered as Ian. "This is a divine decree, and mortals cannot disobey it."

"However, it seems you have a very special body."

talking.

The man looked around. The messy street was littered with scattered metal debris, all of which had been used to attack Ian and then destroyed by him.

"Don't blame me, it's all your underlings' fault." Ian firmly believed that he had acted in an emergency, which was very important, and he also needed to remember that America hadn't acted in an emergency.

Combining it with other techniques is really useful when you're in a lawsuit.

“Little brothers? They are not qualified to be my little brothers—they are just a bunch of little devils from hell. If I get your body, I will no longer need their assistance.”

The man in the black robe first glanced disdainfully at the men in black bound on the ground, then looked up at Ian with greed in his eyes, as if he had an intention to possess Ian.

"That's probably not possible."

Ian declined.

"Heh, I don't need your consent. I'm going to take your body. I'll replace you in this world, and no one will remember what happened today."

The man in the black robe exuded confidence. He pointed to the unconscious crowd scattered on the ground. Clearly, this was all his doing; perhaps he had been watching Ian's battle from the very beginning.

And the reason for doing this.

Of course, the goal is to possess Ian without anyone noticing.

“Superman, he’s so disrespectful to you, go get him.” Madison lay back down and patted Ian’s calf very lightly, as if afraid of hurting his own hand.

"He's not some superhero, just an imposter," the man in the black robe sneered. He thought he had exposed Ian's vanity and planned to continue putting psychological pressure on him.

This was intended to break down Ian's psychological defenses, making it easier for him to possess Ian later. It has to be said, the plan was brilliant, but unfortunately, he didn't seem to have done any thorough background checks.

“You’re right, I’m not Superman.” Ian showed no sign of being on guard. As the man in the black robe frowned, he also glanced around at the men in black on the ground.

"So you mean to say that the help I got by selling my body was meaningless, not only because the cameras were useless, but also because no witnesses could remember what happened?"

"Even you are demons? Not human?"

Ian's emotional turmoil stemmed from frustration.

He gritted his teeth.

The man in the black robe was completely bewildered.

"Yes."

This man, who called himself the son of hell, didn't quite understand Ian's attitude.

However, he still nodded in response.

next moment.

The man in the black robe saw that Ian's face was visibly flushed and red, and his body was trembling. He smirked, about to point out that the other man would disappear silently and without a trace to increase the other man's fear.

however.

"I'll go to 8 am! I'll go to 8 am! Twenty times! Fifty times!" The boy, suddenly enraged, interrupted the black-robed man's plan. He only saw the man's eyes begin to gleam with golden light.

"If you had told me earlier, I would have gone all out!" Two intense gazes erupted without warning; Ian, furious, was truly going all out.

Under the glare of Madison, who had just sat up with her eyes practically popping out of their sockets, a surging golden beam blasted the still-unresponsive wizard away.

"I know! It's heat rays! A golden color! Golden Superman!" Madison's exclamation was mixed with the sound of the black-robed man being blasted away crashing into the mall.

The heat ray is indeed powerful. It either penetrates directly and causes damage, or it knocks back those it can't penetrate. The imposing Son of Hell smashed the three-story shopping mall to pieces.

The roar of the collapsing rubble and steel bars was very loud.

"Hey little punk, show me some respect. I'm on the toilet now, I'm the boss." Ian really knew what it meant to be on the toilet; he even had to give a warning when praising his best friend.

Not to mention the demon that had just attacked him.

"Wow~"

Maintaining the release of heat rays, Ian walked towards the ruins of the mall, grabbing two bound men in black and crushing their empty heads.

There's really no brain in there.

It was full of maggots.

"He's definitely not human!"

Ian didn't kill all the demons. These little devils were only the lowest-level demons, and while they couldn't be sacrificed to his adoptive father, he thought they could be used as a gas station and dumping ground for nourishing himself.

"I'm so angry! I did everything I could, and you said I was just being too smart and overthinking things!" Ian got angrier and angrier, and the heat rays in his eyes suddenly brightened.

The golden light almost solidified, scorching the dust in the air until it smelled burnt—the Berserker's passively enhanced physical attributes also affect the skill effects of other classes.

After all, physical fitness isn't something that can be calculated separately.

"Damn it! What kind of trick is this! It's not Superman's heat ray!" The Son of Hell howled in the ruins, his body covered with charred and blackened blood vessels.

but.

Thanks to his timely defense, he was not blasted apart by Ian, but the black mist that gathered on his arm to block it did not seem to last long.

"That's it? That's it?"

Ian strode closer, each step cracking the ground.

"Supreme Wizard? Trash!" He grabbed the man, who was unable to do anything else, and lifted him up by the throat.

The man in the black robe was lifted off the ground, his black mist surging wildly, yet he couldn't break free from Ian's iron grip. He was even horrified to discover that his black mist couldn't even harm Ian.

"What exactly are you?!"

His voice was distorted with fear.