Marvel Superheroes in China

"Qin Wu lost because he was too young. Master Hong must be 160 years old this year. Among martial artists, those who are over 100 years old are terrifying beyond common sense. Qin Wu is too young and has no combat experience. Martial artists become stronger with age."

"Oh, I regret it. I gave Master Qin a gift too early, thinking I could get a powerful backer. But... who would have thought that Hong Shengyu, who hasn't shown his face for decades, would reappear? Waaah."

"..."

At the summit of Chunshan Mountain, the guards glanced at the crowd approaching below carrying torches, and a cold smile flashed in the squad leader's eyes:

"A businessman. Heh."

"A bunch of bootlickers. Opportunists who change their tune with the wind."

"Sigh, stop talking. They're all pitiful people, and they have no choice in the matter..."

"Pitiful my foot. They have no bottom line whatsoever, standing on one side today and the other tomorrow."

"..."

As they were chatting, someone came upstairs. The police officers, of course, knew what they did, but they didn't stop them at all; they simply registered their identities and let them pass.

Moments later, a series of thunderous sounds echoed from the summit of Mount Chun:

"Congratulations to Master Hung on his return to the martial arts world. Congratulations to Hung Kuen, congratulations to Chung Cheng, congratulations to China, congratulations to Master Hung."

"Wishing Master Hong boundless happiness and longevity."

"May Master Hong live ten thousand years!"

That night, the entire Chunshan area was never quiet.

Chapter 23: The Three Brothers

Meanwhile, Chuncheng Pedestrian Street.

Qin Wu and Natasha were enjoying a delicious hot pot meal at a restaurant. Several waiters around them glanced at them, wanting to look but not daring to.

All the customers in the hot pot restaurant were emptied out. The restaurant owner, sweating profusely, stood anxiously at a distance, too afraid to approach...

The two men sat facing each other eating hot pot, while five Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars were parked outside the restaurant. Beside them stood three men in suits, heads bowed. A dozen or so bodyguards surrounded them on all sides.

The staff at the hot pot restaurant were too afraid to approach. They didn't know who Qin Wu and Natasha were, but they certainly knew who these three men were…

Qin Wu and Natasha ignored them and continued eating.

"Sister, the specialty of Chuncheng is hot pot with mutton. You should eat more."

"Ugh, it's so spicy."

"It's only good when it's spicy."

As he spoke, Qin Wu picked up a glass of beer, took a sip, and savored the aroma of malt lingering between his teeth, feeling a pang of nostalgia.

When was the last time you drank alcohol and ate hot pot?

Seventy years ago?

I guess so……

In my previous life, after becoming a Primordial Powerhouse, I never ate junk food again. Or rather, I basically never ate meals, as the Primordial Powerhouse can abstain from grains.

I can't help but reminisce about my youth.

After thinking for a moment, Qin Wu picked up a piece of fatty beef with his chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce bowl, and said expressionlessly:

"If that's the case, why don't you pledge allegiance to Master Hong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the bald men trembled and quickly raised his head to say, "Master Qin, we believe that you are sure to defeat Master Hong. You are sure to win. Your title as the strongest in Chun City is well-deserved."

A cold smile flashed in Qin Wu's eyes as he chewed on the fatty beef and said calmly, "I'll give you one last chance to tell the truth."

The words fell.

The three men suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud. The entire hot pot restaurant erupted in commotion.

This… the Liu brothers, powerful and arrogant tycoons with underworld connections who monopolized the building materials industry in Chuncheng, are now kneeling on the ground without warning?

What exactly is the identity of that young man?

Natasha looked at them in surprise, and for a moment she felt a little awkward.

Qin Wu, however, didn't even glance at it and continued eating his hot pot with unwavering composure.

'Boom dong dong'

The bald man kowtowed three times, crying with tears in his eyes, "Please, Master Qin, save my life!"

Qin Wu remained silent.

The bald man continued, “We can’t get involved with the Hong family. Five years ago, the three of us brothers wanted to expand our business, and we didn’t give the Hong family enough money. Although the Hong family doesn’t care about money, Hong Taojiang felt he had lost face, so he had his family members kill our entire families. Our parents, wives, and children all died tragically overnight. Master Qin, we…we’ve always wanted revenge, but we’ve never dared to.”

"Your arrival in Chuncheng has finally given us hope. We offered you company shares, hoping you would take us as your apprentices. But we didn't receive a response and didn't dare to visit you rashly... Who knew that Hong Shengyu would still be alive this time? Things have changed drastically, so the three of us brothers have come here to ask for your help."

Qin Wu raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh? A desperate gamble?"

"Yes, it's a desperate gamble. Master Qin, the three of us brothers live in hatred every day. I watched helplessly as my three-year-old son was killed. I can't take revenge. No one dares to interfere in the affairs of martial artists. I only hate that I am not a martial artist."

"It's easy to add flowers to brocade, but difficult to provide charcoal in the snow. Right now, no one is optimistic about Master Qin, but my two brothers and I still came. This time, we are willing to give up all our shares, even if it means our deaths, to Master Qin, hoping that he will accept us as his disciples. If Master Qin is defeated, then we three brothers will die sooner rather than later, as living like this is too agonizing. If Master Qin wins, then we three brothers will have made the right bet."

Qin Wu's eyes lit up, and he carefully examined the three brothers who didn't look like good people, but whose eyes were now filled with tears.

What a bold move!

The entire Chuncheng city had no confidence in them, but these three were willing to risk their entire fortunes and lives to bet that they would definitely win.

Leaving aside the factors that fuel their hatred.

From a purely rational perspective, if they bet correctly... they'll have made a fortune with a small investment, winning a chance to transform from an ordinary person into a martial artist. This is something that wealth cannot measure.

That's bold!

Qin Wu admired people with such courage and determination the most.

Daring to take risks and achieve great things, daring to fight and venture, this perfectly aligns with the spirit of martial arts.

And indeed, this is true; every strong person in the martial arts world possesses such character. Only by possessing such character can one have the opportunity to become strong.

Natasha was completely dumbfounded. She was stunned and stared blankly at Qin Wu, then at the three burly men who were crying their eyes out.

Are all martial artists this ruthless? Just because someone can't save face, they kill their entire family?

If... if the Avengers really keep promoting themselves and anger Chinese martial artists, then if they send out a group of people, they might wipe out all the superheroes, right? Or even destroy the country!

What made Natasha feel even more helpless was that Qin Wu's strength was such that he could easily defeat any superhero in the world.

With such limited skill, he returned to China and started competing in city-level tournaments... only to encounter a legendary powerhouse upon entering Chuncheng. Damn it, it's just a third-tier city!

Is it true that every step brings a powerful figure, and every ten steps a deity?

Isn't this just like Chinese table tennis?

Natasha was internally crying. What was going on?

Isn't this the case with Chinese table tennis? After Chinese table tennis world champions have defeated everyone else in the world, they return to China to compete in provincial competitions and suffer humiliating defeats...

Woo woo woo.

Natasha felt despair.

The Avengers are doomed.

Thor, Asgard, Thanos—humanity's greatest enemy...

Can you survive for five seconds against the strongest martial artist in the city of China?

Chapter 24: Apprenticeship

And at the same time.

Beijing.

The Hulk and Diamond Girl have recovered from their injuries.

Hulk is missing an arm, while Diamond Girl is severely injured and looks like she'll need at least a year or two to recover.

"What are your plans now?"

Lying in her hospital bed, the White Queen turned her head and asked a question.

Hulk stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time before wiping away tears: "I've never suffered such injustice in my life. I can't bear this..."

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Ever since Hulk mutated, he's always the one bullying others. He's never let anyone bully him.

Even when someone bombed him with a tank, he remained unharmed and suffered no serious injuries. Even when fighting aliens, he did not sustain much damage.

This time, however, someone forcibly ripped off one of his arms, and from then on, he became the One-Armed Hulk.

He couldn't bear this injustice. Had he suddenly become a disabled superhero?

The White Queen's eyes were also blurry with tears, her heart filled with endless grievances. She was a woman, so beautiful, why did that man treat her like this? As a superhero, a foreigner, and a beautiful woman, didn't she have any special privileges?

He actually blew such a big hole in his abdomen that the doctor couldn't stitch him up, and he had to live with that huge hole... Luckily, he was physically strong; if he were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago.

"So what do you want to do? Go back to New York?"

The White Queen asked a question.