Marvel Superheroes in China

"Speaking of Qin Wu. Qin Wu is too awesome, number one on the Xuanhuang Ranking. Holy crap, he's only 22 years old. At 22, he's number one on the Xuanhuang Ranking, and his 'Muscle and Bone Harmony' realm is invincible. I'm over 30, I'm practically a dog in the sand."

"Speaking of Qin Wu, we have to mention Zhang Peiqi, who ranked second on the Xuanhuang List. If it weren't for Qin Wu's suppression, that woman would probably be the only one among the five lists to hold the number one spot. She was too ruthless. The most vicious thing is still a woman's heart. She almost massacred a city and killed thousands of people."

"Hmm, we don't even know if this is true or not. Of the five lists, I think there's too much exaggeration involved."

"..."

The five brothers walked and chatted, while a group of teenagers who had just gotten off the train nearby were indignant.

"I'm not exaggerating!"

"All five lists are based on true records; how could they possibly be fabricated?"

"Do martial artists need to boast? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

The five brothers turned around, and the bald leader snorted angrily: "A bunch of little punks, their hair hasn't even grown up yet, and they've already learned to talk back to others?"

The young man leading the group was filled with fervor. After seeing the five lists, which of these young men didn't dream of becoming a martial artist? That dream of bloodshed at the slightest provocation—which young man wouldn't feel passionate about it?

He was fearless and bold, and the young man suddenly shouted: "I am Qin Jiang, the number one expert on the Xuanhuang Ranking, and the illegitimate son of Qin Wu, the sect leader of Xingyi Sect. You dare to question a martial artist? I, Qin Jiang, challenge you."

hiss--

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of passengers who were rushing around the platform stopped in their tracks, gasped, and stared in shock at the boy who was still wearing a school uniform.

The younger brother of Qin Wu, the number one expert on the Xuanhuang Ranking?

Damn, that’s awesome!

They're actually family members of martial artists! And family members of incredibly powerful martial artists at that?

Qin Wu gasped in surprise. I... have a younger brother? How come I didn't know?

Unexpectedly, the bald man who led the five brothers was not intimidated. After hearing this self-introduction, his pupils shrank, and then he roared, "I am Leng Zhigang from the Northeast, the number one expert on the Earth Ranking, and the biological son of Leng Ruxiang, the number one marksman on both sides of the Yellow River. I accept your challenge."

'puff'

Everyone around burst into laughter.

Chapter 89: Lucky People

It's obvious from just listening that both of them are incredibly immature and delusional. They've started making wild claims, one saying he's Qin Wu's younger brother, and the other saying he's Leng Ruxiang's son.

Anyone with a brain knows this is an imposter.

The problem is, even if you're impersonating someone, at least make it look convincing. If you impersonate someone ranked lower on the five lists, you might at least have some credibility.

But you're impersonating a powerful figure. One is ranked number one on the Xuanhuang Ranking, the other number one on the Di Ranking. Even a fool could see it's fake.

The Xuanhuang List states that Qin Wu recently returned from the United States, is an orphan, and has no relatives. Where would he get a younger brother from?

Although the rankings didn't mention it, everyone's not stupid. Leng Ruxiang is a gun fanatic; he won't leave seclusion until he breaks through, and he's been in seclusion for decades. His own son? His gun is practically his wife; why would Leng Ruxiang even bother getting married?

Beside them, an old man chuckled, "Gentlemen, if you're going to impersonate someone, impersonate a martial artist we don't know well, someone whose information we don't have. These two you're talking about... we know them too well, it's pointless."

The two blushed, but puffed out their cheeks and shouted, "I didn't lie!"

I'm lying to myself!

If I can fool myself, others will believe me...

At this moment, Qin Wu couldn't stand it any longer, so he stepped forward and patted Qin Jiang on the head.

"Who hit me!"

Qinjiang turned back.

Qin Wu laughed and said, "I don't think I have a younger brother..."

Qin Jiang roared, "Whether you have a younger brother or not is none of my business! I'm not... huh?"

Everyone was stunned.

Too much.

The two imposters pretending to be family members of martial artists were already funny enough, but now there's another one pretending to be Qin Wu himself?

There was laughter all around.

Qin Wu didn't say anything, but patted Qin Jiang's head and chuckled, "Good aptitude. Don't pretend to be my brother next time. Also, martial artists aren't stupid. Before getting carried away, think about whether you can win."

Qin Jiang snorted, glanced at the burly Leng Zhigang opposite him, and thought to himself, "Hmph, mind your own business. Wait, who are you anyway?"

Qin Wu laughed loudly: "Interesting kid, Xingyi Sect has accepted you. You can go to Chunshan to join Xingyi Sect and say that I, Qin Wu, accepted you."

After saying this, Qin Wu walked away with his hands behind his back.

The crowd erupted in laughter. Haha, he said he was Qin Wu?

I even called myself Leng Ruxiang!

Just then, a dozen or so young men dressed in Zhongshan suits, with cold expressions and long knives slung across their backs, completely ignored the train station security check. Carrying their knives, they walked towards Qin Wu amidst everyone's astonished gazes.

Seeing them openly carrying long swords, everyone's hearts skipped a beat. These... are martial artists!

Amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, a dozen or so young men walked up to Qin Wu, clasped their hands in greeting, bowed deeply, and proclaimed in a loud voice:

"Sect Leader Qin, we are from the organizers of the Southwest Grand Competition. We are here to welcome the strong participants. We warmly welcome Sect Leader Qin to Xianyang after your long journey. Greetings."

With a 'buzz', the entire audience erupted in uproar.

At that moment, the entire train station, filled with thousands of people, fell silent.

They formed a circle, staring in awe at the dozen or so warriors carrying long swords. Then, they looked at Qin Wu, who stood alone, relaxed and at ease.

Is he...is he really Qin Wu?

Is he really Qin Wu, the number one expert on the Xuanhuang Ranking?

‘Kakaka’

Cell phone flashlights kept going off around us.

Several young men carrying long swords frowned and their eyes widened in surprise.

With a few 'whoosh' sounds, the long sword was drawn.

No one saw how they moved.

Suddenly, it was noticed that several of the dozen or so young men were missing, and the next second, each of the crowd with their cell phone flashlights lit up had an extra person in front of them.

'call out'

A whooshing sound rang out as the long sword cut through the air.

"what!"

Screams erupted from all sides.

Then, the young men flashed back into the group. Their long swords remained strapped to their backs, seemingly never drawn…

Those who were taking photos now only had half of their phones left in their hands; the other half lay on the ground, the cut surface smooth as a mirror.

hiss--

The surrounding crowd felt a chill run down their spines.

This……

Is this what a martial artist is like?

Is it that powerful?

These are just martial artists who came to greet guests, essentially waiters. Are waiters this strong?

Without anyone seeing, he drew his sword, severed the phone, sheathed it, and returned it to its place. As steady as a mountain.

Is this still a human being?

Are all martial artists this powerful? What level of cultivation are they at?

Leng Zhigang and Qin Jiang, who were just preparing to spar, now shrank back, speechless, their faces ashen.

Among the crowd, some people who were about to take out their phones suddenly put them back down in fear.

At this moment, the leading youth spoke up coldly, "No photography allowed. No disrespect for the strong. Next time, beheading!"

Behead!

As soon as the words were spoken, the crowd fell silent, as if chilled to the bone. Some who had been hoping for the best feared nervously put their phones away.

Qin Wu then smiled slightly: "You're too kind."

The young man at the head bowed again: "Sect Leader Qin, please."

"please."

Surrounded by a dozen or so young men, Qin Wu strode out of the train station and boarded a stretched Rolls-Royce.

With a 'whoosh', the car drove away.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"That's Qin Wu!"