American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

Looking at the Kryptonian female adjutant lying on the ground, Mark gasped for breath.

The pain all over his body made it almost impossible for him to stand.

Clutching his injured shoulder, Mark leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes and breathing heavily.

At the same time, a portal appeared in front of him.

Covering his wound as he emerged from the portal, Mark heard the sounds from the audience for the first time clearly.

The people in the stands were shouting, screaming, applauding, and cheering.

These sounds were deafening, like the sounds made by Ireland supporters at the Quidditch World Cup.

Slightly panting, Mark looked up at the crowd shouting loudly at him.

Peter was clapping softly on the stage, while Jinx and Vi were waving flags vigorously, applauding for him.

Hermione stood up and clapped loudly towards him.

At the entrance to the arena, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody, and Hagrid hurried over to greet him.

Several people were waving at him, asking him to come over.

Even with such a distance between them, the smiles on Professor McGonagall's and the others' faces were clearly visible.

Mark slowly walked towards the stands, the clamor of the crowd pounding in his eardrums.

He took a deep breath, the anxiety he had felt for weeks finally dissipating, and he felt lighter than he had in a long time.

He had passed the first task, he had survived…

"That was wonderful, Mark!"

Professor McGonagall said loudly to him as soon as he approached.

Mark knew that for her to say that was high praise indeed.

He noticed that Professor McGonagall's fingers, the fingers holding his shoulder, were trembling slightly.

"Before the judges score, you need to go and find Madam Pomfrey. You're injured, Mark. Madam Pomfrey is over there, you need her to take care of you."

As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, Hagrid walked over excitedly.

"You did it, Mark!"

Hagrid said in a hoarse, excited voice, "You did it! And you were facing an enemy we've never seen before. Good heavens, I've never seen a woman with such power, I almost cried just now."

"Thank you, Hagrid."

Mark quickly said loudly to him.

That way, Hagrid wouldn't blurt out anything embarrassing.

Professor Moody also seemed to be in a good mood, his magical-looking eye twitching incessantly in its socket.

"That was a beautiful and decisive move, Mark."

He said gruffly to Mark, patting him hard on the shoulder.

"Alright, Mark, you go to the medical tent quickly, you're injured."

Professor McGonagall told Mark to go to the medical tent for treatment.

Mark nodded and glanced at Peter in the audience. After receiving an encouraging and satisfied look from his father, he left.

On the other side.

Inside the ruined building, after everyone had stopped paying attention, the sandbagging Phyorala slowly stood up from the ground.

Mark's attack just now had made her head dizzy, making her unable to stand up for a while.

But it wasn't enough to make her lie down and lose consciousness for so long.

Anyway, she was just clocking in for work. Having been released and given freedom by Peter, she naturally didn't want to fight Mark to the death.

The other party was Peter's son. If something bad happened, she was really afraid that he would lock her back into the World Tree again.

After receiving treatment, Hermione and Ron, who had excitedly run over, accompanied Mark to the edge of the arena.

Mark could see the five judges sitting to the right of the stands, on raised golden chairs.

"Each judge's highest score is no more than ten points."

Ron said to him, looking at the judges, "But I believe you will definitely get a high score."

Mark listened to Ron's words, squinting his eyes and looking towards the arena.

He saw the first judge — Madam Maxime.

Madam Maxime raised her wand into the air.

Then Mark saw a long, silvery ribbon-like thing spew out of the wand, twisting to form a large "9".

"Great!"

Ron said excitedly amidst the applause and cheers of the audience, "But I guess she deducted points because of your shoulder injury, but I must say, that woman is the strongest woman I've ever seen, you were actually able to survive her, Mark, you're the best!"

Next to score was Mr. Crouch.

He shot a "9" into the air.

"Very promising, Mark!"

Ron patted Mark on the back, shouting loudly, "You're the first, maybe you'll have the highest score!"

Next was Dumbledore, he gave a ten.

Seeing Dumbledore's score, the audience cheered even louder.

"Ten points?"

Mark couldn't believe that Dumbledore had given him a score of 10.

"But… I'm injured. Is Headmaster Dumbledore sure that's really okay?"

"Of course it's okay, don't be shy, Mark, you deserve it!"

Ron shouted excitedly.

Ludo Bagman gave a score of 9.

When it was Karkaroff's turn, he raised his wand, paused for a moment, and then a number spewed out of the wand — "6".

"What?!"

Ron roared angrily when he saw this scene, "Six points? Why? That nasty, biased old man!"

Mark didn't care about these, he only cared about his father's opinion.

Did his performance just now not embarrass his father?!

I wonder what score Dad would give me?

Inside the tent, everyone who saw Mark's performance fell silent.

Fleur's face was pale.

If the enemies are so powerful, how can I get through this?

Is that checkpoint boss named Phyorala even human?

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If my opponent, Starlight, is also of this level, what should I do?

She doesn't have Mark's level of speed and resilience.

Fleur completely fell into despair.

Krum also had a solemn expression on his face.

According to the drawing order, the second to take the stage was Raven.

Taking a deep breath, Raven, led by the staff, walked into the portal.

In the audience, Peter saw Raven take the stage, and his expression became serious.

If Raven were to face Lyra, he would really be worried.

Lest Raven be angered and turn dark again.

He brought Lyra here, but he didn't want her to be attacked by a blackened Raven.

Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't help but lean forward when he saw Raven take the stage.

He knew that the opponent Raven was about to face was the most powerful enemy in these checkpoints.

Entering the portal, Raven's eyes went dark, and then she found herself standing in Metropolis.

In the bustling and wealthy Metropolis city, Raven stood in the center, looking around at everything.

Holding her wand in her hand, Raven didn't conceal her aura, and flew directly to the highest point of the building.

She wouldn't hide, she wanted to face Lyra head-on.

Even if Lyra was a child born from her father's hand, she would personally defeat her to prove that she was the daughter that her father was most proud of.

"Boom!"

A muffled explosion came from the air, and Lyra, with short hair and wearing a Superman suit, appeared in front of Raven.

Lyra's short hair and green eyes shocked the audience as soon as she appeared.

Hermione, looking at Lyra hovering in the air with her cloak "fluttering", said to Ron, who was equally stunned, "She's so beautiful!"

Ron was also attracted by Lyra's temperament, his eyes not blinking.

Gwen whispered to Persephone, who was sitting next to her, "Is this also Mr. Peter's daughter?"

"No, to be precise, it should be granddaughter."

"Granddaughter?"

Gwen was stunned when she heard Persephone's answer.

"Long time no see, Raven."

Lyra, standing in the air, smiled slightly and said to Raven, "You've grown up a lot, I mean since we last met."

Raven bit her lip, "Long time no see, Lyra, you haven't changed much."

"I think I've matured a bit, Raven, although I don't want to fight you, but since it's the old man's intention, we have to be enemies today."

Lyra said to Raven, "But if you hide and don't come out, I might not really be able to find you."

"I won't hide, Lyra."

Raven replied unwillingly, "We haven't had a good fight yet. Dad always said that you are the hope of a world. Now, let me see, Lyra, how powerful you are, being loved and hoped for by Dad."

Before she finished speaking, Raven's wand released a purple magical energy, instantly impacting Lyra.

Lyra dodged Raven's magical attack sideways, and without holding back, directly charged towards the other party.

With a "bang", Raven released the "Iron Armor Curse" on herself, and at the same time, she was smashed into the atrium by Lyra.

The headquarters of the Metropolis Bank, with a "boom", accompanied by Raven's impact, the giant crystal chandelier fell down, obliquely inserted into the fountain pool.

"Pulverize!"

Raven, enduring the pain and getting up, pointed her wand to detonate the load-bearing pillar, and the entire dome collapsed.

Lyra raised her head and looked in shock as the building smashed towards her.

"Boom!"

The building slammed down, burying Lyra.

The next second, the buried Lyra broke through the rubble and flew out.

Raven was standing at the top of the spiral staircase, the tip of her wand blooming with emerald light, "Accelerated Growth!"

The plants buried in the cracks in the ground suddenly accelerated their growth under the action of magic.

The thorns that suddenly grew out of the ground instantly wrapped around Lyra's ankles.

With a muffled "bang", Lyra was wrapped in thorns and smashed into the ground, making a deafening sound.

Before the onlookers could react, Lyra shot heat vision from her eyes, cutting off the entangled thorns.

"Swish!"

Then Lyra's body turned into lightning, knocking Raven, who couldn't react in time, away.