Chapter 44: The Physical Limits of Humanity (Edited)

Before the police and firefighters arrived, the four decisively drove away.

Returning to the villa, Clark made a backup of the contents of the USB drive used by the troublesome journalist to store evidence of crimes. Then, Hawkeye and Clark drove the original USB drive and Mindy to Marcus's place.

After a whole night of trouble, when the three arrived at Marcus's home, it was already the early hours of the morning, and they also managed to snag a breakfast.

Mindy, who is only 11 years old, requires a guardian both emotionally and legally. Marcus is the only suitable candidate.

On the way back, Hawkeye, who had already removed his disguise, couldn't help but ask curiously, "I still can't understand why you insisted on retrieving that evidence yourself and even kept a backup privately. Wouldn't it be better to just hand it over to the police?"

After a brief pause and a smirk, Clark shook his head slightly and responded noncommittally, "Elder Brother Yi Long would never ask me such a question."

The cultural differences are too great, and Clark didn't bother to explain further.

If revenge was decided upon, how could he allow the opponent to breathe fresh air in prison?

Back home, Clark opened the USB drive again to find so-called evidence, including text, photos, and some data.

From this stuff, Clark didn't even see who the criminal was, let alone evidence.

At best, it could only be considered a clue.

That's why Clark handed it over to Marcus as soon as he got it.

It's better to leave the investigation of the truth to the professionals.

As a future superhero, all he needs is to ask Hank Pym to occasionally hack into the police network, wait for them to find something, and then gather a team to snatch the credit.

He's already busy enough; he doesn't want to play detective and investigate the one and only truth.

Being a detective is a dead end.

Even two Sherlock Holmes working together, with a bunch of helpers, would still get beaten up by Thanos!

To avoid getting beaten by Thanos, and not to embarrass his brothers in the neighboring DC Universe, Clark trains diligently every day, not daring to slack off for a moment.

However, as his body approached the human limit, his progress slowed from fast to slow. By Christmas, his improvement had completely stopped, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't enhance his strength even a bit.

Now, Clark, at his full strength, can reach a punch force of 1000 pounds, capable of sending a 300-pound sandbag flying over 10 meters!

His kicking power is even more terrifying at 2000 pounds, able to send a 600-pound sandbag flying 30 meters!

He can punch 12 times per second, and his kicking speed can reach 8 times per second!

His running speed has just peaked at 100 meters, so Hank Pym, deciding to set a firm value, raised the standard to 200 meters.

Clark completed the 200-meter run in just 9.58 seconds!

What a psychological shadow!

At Clark's strong request, Hank Pym, with a playful smile, adjusted the speed test result to 100 meters, then halved the result and filled it in.

Thus, Clark truly reached a power level of one Widow. The previous claims of being on par with Black Widow were rounded up; though he could fight her, the win rate wouldn't be too high.

In the backyard of the villa, Clark, calm and composed, holds a piece of special black cloth, two meters long and one meter wide.

The biting cold wind blows, making the black cloth in his hands flutter and howl.

Around him, four sandbags, each weighing 2 tons, are suspended from a tall iron frame, positioned at his front, back, left, and right.

Suddenly, Clark moves.

The special black cloth in his hands quickly rolls into a stick over two meters long. This stick, in Clark's hands, comes alive, flying up and down with his movements, the stick rubbing against the air, emitting a sharp "squeak" scream.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The cloth stick strikes the sandbags, making a series of muffled sounds, shaking the 2-ton sandbags wildly, even the special metal frames fixing the sandbags creak unpleasantly.

"Whoosh!"

After several strikes from Clark's cloth stick, one of the sandbags bursts open, its iron sand scattering all over the ground.

With the first one gone, the second, third, and fourth followed!

After completing a set of stick techniques, all four sandbags around him were destroyed and could no longer be used.

This is the highest realm of the "Four-Door Stick Technique."

Using cloth as a stick, turning softness into hardness, its power surpasses that of steel sticks!

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Seeing Clark's spectacular display of the Four-Door Stick Technique, the two spectators couldn't help but give him an encouraging round of applause.

Yi Long was the first to speak, "Clark's martial prowess is truly unparalleled in my life. In just a few months, his strength is now no less than mine before I injected the serum."

Nalan Long also nodded in approval, "Now Clark has mastered the use of the cloth stick to perfection. I didn't expect our family's 'Four-Door Stick Technique' to be brought to such greatness in his hands, and in such a short time. How long has he been practicing martial arts?"

As Clark rolled up and stored the special black cloth, he walked towards them and asked with a smile, "Uncle Nalan, Brother Qing should have recovered by now, right? When do you plan to reopen the elite class at the martial arts school?"

"The elite class at the martial arts school will not be reopened," Nalan Long shook his head. "After this injury, I've thought a lot. My visit today, besides checking your progress in martial arts, is also to say goodbye."

"Goodbye?"

Nalan Long nodded, "Leaves must return to their roots. I plan to take Qing and Hong back home and let Qing marry and continue the Nalan family lineage. As for Xiao Bai, she will stay to continue her studies. If she encounters any trouble in the future, I hope you can look after her."

Clark immediately assured, patting his chest, "Uncle Nalan, rest assured, anything concerning Xiao Bai is my business. Whoever dares to bully her will regret being born!"

"I'm relieved with your words," Nalan Long said with satisfaction, then added, "If you have any questions about martial arts, ask them now. After today, I might not have the chance to guide you again."

Yi Long also spoke up, "I'm leaving too. According to Mr. Hank's tests and my experiences these past days, my problem should be completely resolved. If I don't go home to check, my heart won't be at peace."

Clark couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I feel like I've reached a bottleneck in my physical abilities. Although I've improved in recent days, it's more in martial skills. Do Uncle Nalan and Brother Yi Long have any advice on how I should proceed?"

Yi Long pondered for a moment before smiling bitterly, "Your body has reached the human physical limit. It's not easy to break through. Even I relied on the serum for my breakthrough. How could I advise you?"

Nalan Long suddenly thought of something, "I do know a method that can allow a martial artist to exert strength beyond the human limit."

Clark was surprised, "What method?"

"Qi!"