SUP Chapter 95: Going All Out! Call Me Ancestor! (Part Two)

Still relativity theory.

When Ian wasn't urgent, others became urgent. The black-clothed wizards panicked, throwing various magic at Ian. But they only demonstrated what weak chickens meant through their actions.

"Flashy stuff, not as good as everyone carrying an AK47."

Ian, withstanding flames, lightning, and ice spikes, directly rushed to their front, sharing equally, one punch per person. His body hit by magic had no damage whatsoever.

He didn't even gain [Berserker] experience.

Fully demonstrating the charm of stats.

Clothes slightly damaged.

Pants slightly flawed.

Only the stockings on his face had turned to ash.

"Bang bang bang~"

These magicians had obviously put points in the wrong skills. With weak bodies, Ian knocked them all unconscious to the ground with one punch each. He carefully picked up the toad from the leader black-clothed person.

"My precious~"

Just holding the magical toad, Ian found himself with a [Slow Poisoning] negative BUFF, and immediately became fond of this toad.

He had just stuffed it into his pants pocket, not yet thinking about how to use it when he got back.

"Be careful!"

Madison's panicked reminder reached his ears. Ian turned to see a car being violently thrown at him by a black-clothed person using telekinetic abilities.

Ian wasn't his old father.

He didn't have a biofield.

So he could only perform an iron head technique on the spot.

His head directly punched through the compact car.

"My God! You're just like Superman!"

Madison's eyes were about to pop out. She frantically praised Ian, as if becoming the first fan of Silk Superman's debut, perhaps also the only one.

"Crack, crack~"

Ian tore open the car trapping him, forcibly activating pure stat-stacked super speed, directly rushing forward to knock down the black-clothed person who had sneak-attacked him without martial virtue.

This guy took three full punches from Ian.

"The no-kill principle saved you all." After Ian finished fighting, he signaled Madison to tie up this group of people. He wanted to send them all to a gay bar before his old father discovered.

They say you can pick up corpses at bars.

The gay men of Metropolis should also experience nature's gifts.

"So the comics you draw, you're the prototype yourself? You're actually Superman!?" Madison's imagination was big, instantly crowning Ian with Superman's title.

She was now extremely obedient, tying up this group of black-clothed people without needing Ian's guidance. The precocious desk mate girl knew what Ian's favorite centipede shape was.

"No, the inspiration for Homelander came from my brother." Ian quickly corrected, salvaging his image. No rule said you couldn't have comics first and then the author discover the comic's prototype.

"You didn't deny you're Superman!" Madison was first shocked, then frowned. "That's not right, Superman has been active for decades!"

"Could it be you don't age? Hiss~ I see, the you who doesn't age has been hiding in middle school as a student. No wonder no one discovered Superman's true identity!"

The blonde green tea gasped, displaying her excellent deductive abilities. She felt she gradually understood everything and thought her intelligence was quite high in emergency situations.

"Watched too much Twilight?"

Ian looked at his desk mate in surprise. He didn't want to betray his old father, nor dared to steal his old father's account. He believed he would have his own legend someday.

Metropolis would eventually welcome the era of Silk Superman.

Ian had plans. His big brother's grades weren't good, but his athletic ability was decent. If he couldn't awaken Kryptonian bloodline in the future, he could struggle on the football field then transition to senator.

With a popular hero's assistance.

Plus Ian stealing Trump's account and borrowing the "MAGA" slogan through skill.

What was this called?

This was God's hint!

Big brother Jonathan from a traditional redneck family might well become America's president! This was the real direction to protect the family secret!

"Why are you smiling so foolishly?" After Madison finished tying everyone up, she found Ian grinning at a campaign billboard for Luthor running for state senator.

"Nothing, I'm just worrying myself sick over my family's future." Ian withdrew his gaze, looking around. He was planning to have Madison ask the gay guys in class where such bars were nearby.

Suddenly, everyone on the entire street collapsed in unison. Cars started playing bumper cars. Ian lightning-fast saved an eighty-year-old man, while a seventy-year-old "young old man" on the other side of the street wasn't so lucky.

He collided head-on with a compact car that had lost control due to the driver's unconsciousness.

Convulsing on the ground, blood flowing continuously.

"I could only save one..." Ian was somewhat helpless, though not ashamed. After all, he had saved one, and the oldest age meant his merit income would be greatest.

Respecting the elderly and loving the young.

The soul from the ancient East felt he definitely only enjoyed the scoring system from his homeland.

"You're Superman, how could you only save one? You're definitely deliberately testing me with this." Madison quickly rushed forward, pressing both hands on the injured person.

The old man instantly recovered full health, even his age spots faded.

"Can you have a little more trust?"

Madison didn't blame Ian, but she was speechless about Ian's distrust. Standing from her perspective, such suspicion was actually normal.

After all, Superman's speed was sufficient to save everyone.

All Metropolis people had this common knowledge.

"I don't have that kind of Batman behavior!" Ian's anger value in the bottom right corner shot up. He felt Madison's accusation was quite dirty, how could he be like Batman, playing tricks in the shadows.

"Good, you little delinquent, not only did you lie that I don't understand magic, you also maliciously speculate about me. This matter won't pass without ten KFC meals, and it has to be ten times when it's not Thursday!"

"If it's Thursday, it's twenty times."

Ian took the opportunity to threaten.

"..."

Madison was numb.

She again felt Ian couldn't possibly be Superman.

"I didn't lie to you." Sighing helplessly.

Madison began her first honest communication. "I was indeed going to an audition today, but then I discovered things weren't right."

"The audition place was a small church, not Christian or Catholic, but some kind of private congregation. When I got there, I felt the place was like a cult."

She found the reason for previously speculating Ian believed in a cult. "An old woman led me through some tests, and tried to fool me into joining her witch coven or something."

Speaking of this, Madison also showed a frightened expression.

"Honestly, I'm not stupid. Unlike those women who are always deceived by mysterious things, in my view, those so-called tests were completely some kind of magic I couldn't understand."

"Traversal, perspective, fireballs, soul connection, telepathy... Very mystical, but I didn't believe it." Madison held her head, still having difficulty accepting the crazy world.

"Witches? Witch coven? Tests and evaluations?" Ian touched on his "prophetic" blind spot, beginning to earnestly search for memories that could match this information.

Actually, not thinking of it was normal.

After all, he wasn't a real prophet.

Who could watch all fantasy works before transmigrating? Ian could only use probability theory to search among DC Universe characters and events involving magic.

"Difficult, my super brain can actually malfunction?" Ian was unwilling to believe this, continuing to force his brain, beginning to secretly threaten his brain.

This was still useful.

He thought of many things he hadn't remembered before.

There still wasn't information related to Madison and any witch coven. "So you mean these people are actually witches?"

Ian looked at the men in suits on the ground, his tone very surprised. The useless knowledge he thought of was from some novel where men transformed into women in supernatural professions.

Maybe DC also had female-to-male transformations?

"No, no, it's not like that... The coven was full of women, women in every standard sense." Madison knew Ian's thinking might go increasingly astray.

So she emphasized that witches were indeed just witches.

"Then how did you get targeted by these people? Aren't they in cahoots with the witches?" Ian kicked the unconscious black-clothed person, whose body was actually soft like a snot slug.

No bones?

Just as Ian crouched down to examine them.

"No no no, we're different from witches. We are warlocks, at least I am a warlock, and they, before being eroded and replaced by my little demons, were also warlocks."

A male voice with an echo suddenly exploded.

The sky cracked open, and a black-robed man slowly descended. With each meter he fell, a streetlight exploded. This entrance effect made Ian slightly envious.

"Nightclub style?"

Ian stared at the other party's exposed chest, somewhat amazed. "Little delinquent, I knew you'd get involved with this type of person. You should go to clubs less often to avoid being entangled by them."

Truly earnest teachings.

Madison was angry and embarrassed.

"Screw off, I'm still a virgin, that's my most valuable asset! Who would waste it in nightclubs?" Madison gritted her teeth and kicked at Ian's calf.

How could the steel body without biofield be mere show?

"Smack~"

Madison kicked out, only to fall on her butt. She became even more annoyed, getting tired of her own stupidity. She realized she should have known she couldn't move Ian.

"Damn!"

Madison was almost crying from her own stupidity, dropping even her expensive bag to the ground, full of doubt about life and reflection on whether she was smart or not.

"A mosquito bit me just now."

Ian pretended not to see.

His desk mate was definitely acting.

The tearful feeling was too realistic.

"????"

Madison suffered another critical hit.

"Just this? And you still want to eat KFC!?" She gritted her teeth.

"Don't be like that, I'm still saving you now." Ian quickly looked at the descending man, changing the topic. "You chasing my good friend Miss Madison always needs some reasons."

A very obvious rescue attempt.

Madison directly sighed, lying spread-eagle in the middle of the road.

"The Supreme Witch wants to borrow her body to live another life. This isn't what I want to see... This world can only have one Supreme Sorcerer, and that's me."

The man was also very honest.

Carrying his hands behind his back, very imposing.

Of course, that nightclub vibe was still obvious, dissolute and unrestrained, with frivolous features, that nightclub headliner flavor was very strong. Ian sniffed and frowned.

He realized something was wrong.

"Demon?"

Yes, Ian's super nose smelled a familiar scent.

"Smart."

The man smiled crookedly.

Much more natural than Ian's dragon king smile.

"What! Demon!?" The lying Madison propped up her head again, her face full of horror, she had definitely had an unlucky enough day, not yet recovering from the shock of magic and witches, and now encountered something even more frightening. The current blonde girl just wanted to faint quickly.

She could accept Ian picking her up while unconscious. At least it wouldn't be a loss, she could promote having slept with Superman everywhere in Hollywood later, wasn't that more cost-effective than those bitches 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 thick as if imbued with some kind of power.

"Now, submit to me."

Perhaps there really was some magic in his words.

Madison, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly flipped up and knelt directly facing the black-robed man, her pretty face full of terror and disbelief.

"What's happening!"

Madison was shocked, her voice trembling.

"It is compliance with destiny."

The black-robed man spoke with full pretension.

"You also like to talk about destiny?"

Ian was extremely surprised.

He wasn't affected by the other party's verbal power.

About this, the black-robed man was also quite surprised, though he didn't get angry. Not everyone was as easily agitated as Ian. "This is divine decree, mortals cannot defy it."

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

This man surveyed the surroundings, the chaotic street was littered with scattered metal debris, all destroyed by Ian after being used to attack him.

"Not my fault, it's all your subordinates' doing." Ian firmly believed he was acting in emergency self-defense, which was very important. Even if America didn't have emergency self-defense, he had to remember it.

It was really useful when combined with other moves in lawsuits.

"Subordinates? They don't have the qualifications to be my subordinates, just some little demons from hell. If I get your body, I definitely won't need their assistance anymore."

The black-robed man first looked down disdainfully at the bound black-clothed people on the ground, then looked up at Ian with greedy eyes, seeming to have the intention of possessing Ian.

"That's probably not possible."

Ian chose to politely decline.

"Heh, this doesn't need your consent. I've decided on your body. I'll replace your identity in this world, and no one will remember today's events."

The black-robed man was confident. He pointed at the unconscious crowds on the ground, obviously all his doing. Perhaps he had been watching Ian's battle from the beginning.

And doing this was naturally to possess Ian without anyone knowing.

"Superman, he's so contemptuous of you, go beat him up." Madison lay down again, patting Ian's calf very lightly, afraid of hurting her own hand.

"He's no Superman, just an imposter." The black-robed man sneered disdainfully. He thought he had exposed Ian's vanity, planning to continue giving Ian psychological pressure.

This was to shatter Ian's psychological defenses, making it convenient for him to possess Ian later. It must be said, the calculation was good, but unfortunately he hadn't done detailed background research.

"You're right, I'm indeed not Superman." Ian didn't feel attacked at all. As the black-robed man frowned, he also surveyed the black-clothed people on the ground.

"So you mean the help I got by selling my looks was meaningless, not only were the cameras useless, but there are also no witnesses who can remember what's happening now?"

"Even you are demons? Not human?"

Ian's emotional fluctuation came from annoyance.

He was gritting his teeth.

The black-robed man was completely confused.

"Yes."

This self-proclaimed son of hell nodded in response, though he couldn't quite understand Ian's attitude.

"I'm going all out! Going all out, damn it!" The suddenly furious boy interrupted the black-robed man's plan, and he only saw the other's eyes beginning to show brilliant golden light.

"You should have told me earlier! I would have gone with my main account!" Two heat vision beams erupted without warning. The exasperated Ian was truly going all out.

Under Madison's wide-eyed gaze as she did a carp-flip to sit up, the surging golden beams directly blasted the unprepared warlock flying.

"I know! This is heat ray! Golden in color! Golden Superman!" Madison's exclamations mixed with the sounds of the blasted black-robed man crashing into the shopping mall.

Heat vision was indeed fierce - either direct penetrating damage, or if it couldn't penetrate, it came with knockback. The impressively debuting son of hell directly smashed the three-story shopping mall to pieces.

The rumbling sounds of collapsing rubble and steel were quite intense.

"Little delinquent, show some respect. Now that I'm using my main account, I'm an ancestor." Ian truly understood what going all out meant. He even warned his good friend when praising himself.

Let alone the demon who had just attacked him.

"Crash~"

Maintaining his heat vision release, Ian walked toward the mall ruins, casually grabbing two bound black-clothed people and crushing their empty heads.

Inside were indeed no brains, all maggots.

"Really not human!"

Ian hadn't killed the demon completely. These little demons were just the lowest-level demons. While they couldn't be sacrificed to his godfather, he felt they could be used to nourish his gas station and trash can.

"I'm so angry. I did a whole fierce operation, and then you say I'm overthinking because I'm too smart!" The angrier Ian got, the brighter his heat vision became.

The golden light almost solidified, burning the dust in the air with a scorched smell, the Berserker passive's body enhancement also affected other profession skills' effects.

After all, physical constitution wasn't calculated separately.

"Damn! What kind of technique is this! It's not Superman's heat vision!" The son of hell wailed in the ruins, with a large patch of blood vessel-covered, charred wounds on his body.

Due to timely defense, he still wasn't shattered by Ian, though the black mist gathered on his raised arms for blocking didn't look like it could last much longer.

"Just this? Just this?"

Ian strode closer, each step cracking the ground.

"Supreme Sorcerer? Trash!" He grabbed the powerless man's throat and lifted him up.

The black-robed man's feet left the ground, black mist surging wildly but unable to 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.

"Definitely not some Supreme Sorcerer, what trash." Ian had always been good at maintaining relationships with big shots. He was about to declare he studied under Supreme Sorcerer Tony.

A book fell from the struggling black-robed man's robes. The book's cover was made from some creature's skin, covered with fine scales that gleamed with an eerie gray-green luster in sunlight. The spine was wrapped with several black tentacles that writhed restlessly like living things, with text Ian couldn't understand.

"What is this?"

Ian liked picking things up.

So he first threw the black-robed man aside, then stepped on him as he crawled, immediately bending down to pick up the strange book.

The moment Ian's fingertips touched the sinister tome.

The entire book suddenly began convulsing wildly like socks thrown in a washing machine.

The scales on the cover "clattered" off, revealing pink Hello Kitty stickers underneath. The tentacles wrapped around the spine "plopped" to the ground, becoming lumps of colorful plasticine.

Cartoon clouds and rainbow doodles appeared at the book's edges. At the very center of the cover, what had been a fierce demon relief now began twisting into a round yellow smiley face.

Surging, dim but continuously boiling light gray substance spread around this smiley face. The text on the cover was also changing, condensing into six twisted large characters.

Just like a child's scribbling.

[Ian's Magic Book]

Ian found he could understand it all at once.

"This book actually knows how to seek fortune and avoid disaster?" It must be said, this sudden change greatly surprised Ian, while the black-robed man he was stepping on just looked up.

The next moment, he immediately stiffened completely, no longer struggling, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. His whole body began trembling, his face contorting beyond recognition.

"No, no way! It should be mine! Mine!" The black-robed man's voice was extremely shrill, carrying frightened explosive sounds that echoed throughout the street.

"I can't sense it anymore! Can't sense it! This... no, it shouldn't be like this..." The originally arrogant black-robed man who prided himself on being the son of hell showed despair.

"What's wrong?"

Ian flipped through the book in his hand.

Inside were all blank, slightly yellowed pages.

"Why don't I feel anything from it?" Ian frowned.

He felt he was being calculated.

The black-robed man had no intention of answering him.

This guy was just trembling.

"How could you be a demon... How could you be a higher-level demon than me..." Sometimes, collapsed beings become complete repeaters.

This black-robed demon was exactly like that at this moment.

He was truly completely collapsed, extremely desperate.

He didn't even dare to think.

As the child of the King of Hell.

What kind of demon could be higher level than himself?

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