Catwoman paused for a moment, then continued: "He called them the Assassin League, have you heard that name? My—boss?"

"Wanted?"

Eric frowned.

Eric is of course no stranger to such a famous villain organization in the DC world.

The Assassin League, a villain group with a long history, has countless vests.

The ninja master who is in trouble everywhere, Talia, who will have a relationship with Batman in the future, and Malcolm Merlin, the helm of the Star City Merlin Group, all belong to the Assassin League.

The master ninja, the leader of the Assassin League, who calls himself the "head of the devil", maintains his image of immortality by soaking in the "Jerusalem" pool.

He really did not expect that there was a connection between the Court of Owls and the League of Assassins.

Could it be that Gotham's Court of Owls alone is linked to the League of Assassins?

Holding the phone receiver, Eric fell into deep thought.

After reading and parsing the documents obtained from the Metropolitan Owl Council, he did not find any information related to the League of Assassins.

"Eric, are you listening? I haven't heard from you for more than half a minute. Trust me, cats are very impatient creatures."

The Catwoman on the other end of the phone let out a feline-like murmur of disapproval.

"So Bruce Wayne was hurt by someone from the League of Assassins?"

Eric was silent for a few seconds and asked the other side.

"I have no idea."

Catwoman shook her head on the other end of the phone, "They all wrapped themselves up and disguised themselves as assassins, whether it's someone from the Assassin League or the killer of the owl you mentioned, it's the same, at least I don't think so. What a difference."

"I see."

Eric hangs up after asking Catwoman about Gotham.

What he was looking forward to was when the Court of Owls and Bruce Wayne were both injured, to pick up the fruits of victory by himself, and to watch Batman's embarrassment by the way.

But I didn't expect that an Assassin League suddenly popped up.

Sure enough... Gotham's water is very deep!

It's not crazy and crazy, it's hard for normal people to survive there.

Hope Batman makes it through!

Eric rarely sent a kindness back and prayed for Batman for a second in his heart.

After talking to Catwoman, he walked to the school.

The most popular sport at Smallwell High School is football, but baseball and basketball are not less popular.

Clark's favorite activity on Thursday afternoon was the "Basketball 2V2 Challenge."

He teamed up with Pete to participate in the basketball competition. Because he did not dare to do anything for fear of hurting others, he only dared to float outside and shoot.

This is also the reason why Clark is called "soft egg" by some people.

When passing near the barbed wire fence surrounding the baseball field, with a sound of "Bang", the white baseball that was hit with a home run crossed the protective net, rushed out of the field, and hit him directly in the head.

Eric, who has a keen sense of hearing and telepathy, naturally felt the baseball smashed towards him with ease.

Reach out and grab the super-speedy baseball in one go.

Looking towards the baseball field, the members of the baseball team who were training also saw Eric's beautiful catch and couldn't help cheering for him.

After looking at the members in the baseball stadium and the parents in the stands, Eric squeezed the baseball in his hand and threw it backwards.

The rolling baseball of "Guru Lu" disappeared in the campus playground.

The members of the baseball team, who were cheering, stopped abruptly.

"Wow, amazing spring home run!"

The trio of Clark, Chloe, and Pete happened to pass by the baseball field and witnessed Eric's actions. Pitt first let out a sigh.

Seeing Eric squeezing the baseball and throwing it away without saying anything about martial arts, Chloe "puchi" smiled, "Although it is a bit funny, this is indeed Eric's style, you better not mess with him, otherwise he will Always hit you back when you don't expect it."

Clark looked at Eric's actions and shrugged, "Yes, I understand that."

"correct!"

Clark looked at the baseball coach. "That coach... is that new here? I don't remember the last baseball coach I saw."

"You're right, Clark."

Pete turned his attention from Eric to the baseball coach.

"The last baseball coach died accidentally from a lawnmower, the last coach died from a fall into a river, our baseball team is always full of accidents, so it's also known as the 'death chasing baseball team'. "

Looking at the environment around the baseball team, Pitt said with admiration and regret: "I just don't know if this baseball coach will be lucky enough."

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Let me report to everyone that I have obtained nearly 400 monthly passes!

That is 32,000 words, adding the 27,000 words of "GT loves his wife", the 12,000 words of subscription and wishing on the shelves are about 70,000 words!

Because in my hometown, I have to accompany my parents and relatives, so I have no skills.

After I fought back, I worked hard to fill the hole every day.

Really thank you all for your love!

Chapter 102 I will be your son

Unfortunately, Pete's words finally came true.

The new baseball coach was found hanging himself in the baseball room.

Although the school tried to block this matter, it was eventually spread out.

Pete and Chloe were obviously interested in this kind of gossip, especially Chloe, who immediately published it in the "Torch", and finally even attracted the anger of the principal.

The principal claimed that if Chloe continued to report like this, he would not hesitate to shut down the Torch.

Eric is unaware of what's going on at the school. Recently, he has been trying to track down Joe El's information, but there has been no progress.

It seems that after the other party took Cara away, he never showed up again.

Somewhere in the hills about 36 miles from Kenye Farm, Eric entered the cave where Clark once sleepwalked.

Stepping on the soil in the cave, Eric walked straight forward without any light illumination.

Various Kryptonian characters are painted on the rock walls of the cave, and the murals are intricate and indescribable.

Boom!

With his feet on the slightly firm ground, Eric looked towards the deepest wall of the cave.

In the center of the complex figure composed of Kryptonian text and pictures, there is an octagonal trace.

After observing the pattern and text for a few minutes, Eric placed the octagonal metal item in his hand on the missing trace.

The next second, the entire cave emitted a golden light, instantly surrounding him.

Eric, surrounded by golden light, did not show any panic or shock.

Because he could feel the beam of light and couldn't hurt him.

At the same time, a fissure was formed on the stone wall of the cave. In the fissure filled with light, the brilliance continued to flow, as if something was constantly pulsing inside. Eric could even faintly see a silhouette of light on it.

"Eric Kent?"

"Who are you? Joe Al?"

Eric stared at the figure in the light.

"I am. Are you Eric Kent, the existence that defeated Kara? I thought I had overestimated you, but I have to admit that once something exceeds expectations, it means that the initial thinking is wrong and ill-considered, I I misjudged you."

The phantom figure, suspected to be Superman's father, made a low and slow voice.

"Kara?"

Eric snorted coldly, "I wouldn't think the real 'Supergirl' would be so vulnerable, isn't this the real Kara?"

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, the important thing is that I gave her the name of Kara, and she can also use Kara's abilities."

The figure made of light said to Eric: "You are so similar to the Kryptonians, even the way of thinking. Weak and arrogant, the people of Earth follow this pattern, the end of civilization is destruction, they are even more than Krypton is still arrogant. To not follow the patterns and rules of the earthlings, to become cold and powerful, to rule them, is not a kind of protection for them. There is such a breath in your mind, I can feel it. "

"Sounds demagogic, but sorry, it's useless to me. My biggest concern is not me, but you!"

Eric said coldly: "If you try to intervene in my life and Clark's life, then I will list you as an enemy, and it must be the kind that directly eliminates the body and soul."

"That wasn't Clark's life in the first place. Eric Kent, I've changed my mind now, you're Clark's younger brother, and I'll use you as Clark's replacement at some point, now you—"

The voice of the illusory figure suddenly changed slightly, "You can also be my son, the son of Kryptonians, and exercise those supreme rights that belong to you."

"I always thought you were a conspirator, but I've changed my mind now. You are not only a careerist and a conspirator, but also a guy with a problem in his head."

Eric sneered, thinking that this guy was just mentally ill.

I actually thought that I would be willing to be someone else's son.

Sorry, I don't have such a habit.

He opened his feet and prepared to leave the area of ​​light and shadow that enveloped him.

But Joe El didn't seem to want to let Eric leave, and the bright light formed a rope, tying his hands, forcing him to be unable to leave.

"Krypton is destroyed, I am neither Joe El, nor Joe El. The source of power is uncontrollable, even when we are awake."

Eric was bound by the light rope made by the other party, and instantly felt a rushing power rushing straight to all parts of his body, as if all the power he possessed in an instant was imprisoned.

A feeling of weakness lingered in the body, and the ropes of light beams were constantly drawing their power.

"Just to this extent?"

Eric felt the loss of power in his body, and his eyes emitted red laser energy beams.

The laser beam, which has a torrent of energy, instantly rushed into the wall covered with light and shadow.

The area on the side of the wall that belongs to Joe El is a different world from the real world.

Therefore, the heat sight cannot effectively hit the opponent.

Tried to break free from the rope's grip, but couldn't get it off easily anyway.

In the process of breaking free, Eric felt more and more changes in his body.

The burning sensation fills the body, and the skin and bones produce an unstoppable pain that pierces the bone marrow.

"Well......!"

Enduring the unbearable pain that filled his body, Eric's eyes continued to emit hot eyes to confront the untouchable enemy.

"Your body is amazing, the body of steel produced only by the radiation of the yellow sun, the ability to fly because the earth's gravity is too small, the thermal vision that can only be awakened under the yellow sun, your cellular structure, and the Kryptonian Similar, so incredible, I even doubt that you are another evolutionary direction of Kryptonians!"

While controlling Eric, Joe El sighed.

"I can modify your body to make your body more like a Kryptonian, but ... it will also pay a considerable price, to gain one thing, you will lose something correspondingly, which is impossible The truth of change."

"You—too early to be happy!"

Eric stretched his right hand forward.

The next second, the scepter flew directly from the entrance of the cave, flickering with golden light, illuminating the entire cave even brighter.

Bang!

The scepter flew directly into Eric's hand and was held tightly by him.

Hold the "Cosmic Rod" against the transformed body.

Yingying's brilliance continuously flows from the cosmic scepter to Eric's body.

Two cosmic-level energies compete with each other in the body.

At the same time, the template of the motherland in Eric's body, which has been kept unchanged for several days, has finally begun to strengthen.

From 85% progress all the way up, 88%... 90%... 92%... and finally all the way up to 95%.

It seems that the motherland template in the body also sensed the crisis of the host, and directly increased the template unsealing progress to 95%.

Immediately, I felt a powerful force flooding my body.