Marvel Superheroes in China

Looking at the second question, the stubbornness I had finally mustered vanished instantly, and my vision went black:

Today I went to buy tofu and asked the owner: How much is the tofu?

Boss: Two pieces.

Me: Two pieces for one?

Boss: One piece.

Me: One or two yuan?

Shopkeeper: ...Two pieces.

Me: One or two yuan, so does that mean one yuan is fifty cents?

Boss: ??? (A fight breaks out...)

To prevent a fight between the restaurant owner and customers, the question arises: how much does the tofu actually cost?

Hulk stared at the question for a long, long time. This fierce, green-clad man shed tears of grievance. His two-and-a-half-meter-tall frame sat on a bench by the roadside, his hands clasped around his head, sobbing softly…

Passersby turned to look, and for a moment they even felt a little sorry for him: "He's so pitiful."

"It seems like they're learning Chinese."

"Sigh, this reminds me of the pain of learning English as a child. But seeing him like this, I feel so damn good!"

"Hahaha, finally someone is having a breakdown while learning Chinese."

"..."

Ignoring the ridicule of passersby, Hulk suffered for a long time before picking up his books and continuing to study Chinese.

Meanwhile, the White Queen also traveled south.

Sitting on the high-speed train, passersby turned their heads to look at the White Queen, eliciting countless exclamations of surprise.

In the past, the White Queen would have been very proud and enjoyed being admired and praised. But now, she just felt ashamed.

I just arrived in China and got my guts ripped out by a female swordsman. All that talk about diamondification and mind control is just a paper tiger.

In this land where hidden talents abound and every step is taken by powerful figures, she suddenly felt that the praise and admiration around her were all ironic mockery.

I simply closed my eyes and stopped looking and listening.

Finally, they exited Chuncheng Railway Station. The White Queen, carrying a snakeskin bag, stood at the bustling station entrance, momentarily at a loss for what to do next.

How can I contact Natasha?

"How...how do I find a strong person? How can I be taken in by a strong person?"

The White Queen pondered for a long time, watching a man drive by in a Ferrari, and thought to herself, "These local rich people must know a lot of things, right?"

After a moment's hesitation, the White Queen immediately used her mental power to read his memories. Although ineffective against martial artists, it was almost guaranteed to succeed against ordinary people.

A moment later, a look of shock flashed across the White Queen's eyes:

"My God, Natasha's brother is the strongest in Tsubaki City?"

"A martial artist? Is he really a martial artist?"

"Today, we will have a decisive battle with Hong Shengyu, the leading figure of Hong Quan in Chunshan and Chuncheng?"

"Is Qin Wu going to lose?"

"Chunshan..."

The White Queen murmured to herself and rushed into a taxi like the wind: "Please take me to Chunshan."

The driver gave her a strange look and muttered to himself, "What's going on today? Why is everyone heading to Chunshan? Chunshan is completely packed..."

Upon hearing this, the White Queen pondered. It seemed that quite a few people in China knew about martial artists. But why hadn't there been any concrete news from abroad? Why were they so unaware? Were the Chinese... just that discreet?

Today, things are going to get interesting.

Chapter 26: Hope

Meanwhile, the summit of Chunshan Mountain was overcrowded with people.

Between the palace and the palace buildings, the Hong family members stood in neat rows.

Outsiders may not know, but they already know very well why Hong Shengyu cares so much about whether Qin Wu is the strongest.

Because Hong Shengyu has been in seclusion for many years in order to become the strongest in Chuncheng!

The benefits of becoming the strongest in a city are something outsiders have no idea. Is it really just about reputation?

No.

It's for more resources.

Those below the Inner Strength realm are not qualified to know, or even participate in, what specific resources these are. The Hong family only has a general understanding that cultivation above the Inner Strength realm requires a certain resource. And this resource is allocated in limited quantities by the Chinese martial arts organization each year.

Those with resources can advance their cultivation by leaps and bounds.

Those who lack resources but possess strength need to hone their skills bit by bit.

Why are martial artists across China so reluctant to compete with superheroes for fame and fortune? What's the point? Competing for empty fame? Seizing money? It's meaningless.

What everyone is fighting for is different.

The path of martial arts is one that must be fought for!

Therefore, all martial artists in the entire Chinese martial arts world are in a state of risking their lives. As long as there is a chance to become stronger, they are even willing to sacrifice their lives to fight for it.

Or, in order to improve their martial arts skills, they might frantically seek out others to spar with.

This time, Hong Shengyu hadn't originally planned to end his seclusion so soon. He wanted to play it safe, to remain completely invincible in Chun City until he was unmatched even by the strongest individuals in other nearby cities, before emerging from seclusion.

But Qin Wu interfered. If Qin Wu truly proves himself the strongest, then Hong Shengyu will be out of the picture.

He wasn't involved in this year's Southwest Province Skills Competition. He wasn't involved in resource allocation either.

He's no longer involved in anything.

"Congratulations to Master Hong on his return to the fold! May his career last forever!"

A slick-haired merchant was led into the main room by servants carrying a string of corals.

There are seven chairs in the room.

In the very center, on a grand chair, sat an elderly man with a ruddy complexion; this was Hong Shengyu.

Hong Shengyu's subordinates were seated in two rows, along with his disciples and juniors.

No one paid any attention to him.

The businessman looked embarrassed, but he didn't even dare to be embarrassed; instead, cold sweat poured down his face in anxiety.

With a 'plop', he knelt down.

The merchant said in a trembling voice, "Master Hong has defeated Chuncheng with his fists and kicked across the southwest, congratulations on becoming the number one strongman!"

Hong Shengyu slightly raised his eyes and said expressionlessly, "Who do you think will win?"

hiss--

The merchant gasped and shouted without hesitation, "Master Hong is definitely the better one."

"One step ahead?"

Hong Shengyu asked in return.

As soon as he finished speaking, a Hong family disciple stepped on him.

With a 'crack', the merchant's foot was stepped on and bent backward, breaking bones and tendons.

"what!"

A bloodcurdling scream rang out.

Outside the door, countless wealthy merchants and tycoons who had been queuing to give gifts suddenly fell silent, their eyes filled with terror.

Inside the house, the merchant cried out, "Master Hong will surely win!"

Hong Shengyu sneered, "The gift has been accepted. Take it away. Next."

"..."

A moment later, another old man walked in shakily, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed repeatedly: "I wish Master Hong would become the strongest in Chun City in advance..."

Hong Shengyu asked casually, "A wish for good luck? Still not sure?"

Without any hesitation, the Hong family disciple kicked the old man in the back.

'Forehead--'

The old man's eyes immediately bulged out; his heart and lung meridians were severed on the spot, and he died instantly.

"Take him out. Next..."

The next one after another.

Hong Shengyu personally met with each of them.

Eighty percent of the people were seriously injured.