Marvel Superheroes in China

Wu Hui opened her mouth, but didn't dare to speak.

Chen Baima sighed again: "But martial artists emerge precisely from this group of ants. They are the foundation, the cornerstone of martial arts. The war in the north is critical; Lu Acai has even lost an arm. All the internal energy experts temporarily drawn from around the world, except for one guy who lives in the Pacific Ocean, have perished. A great crisis is about to descend... Alas, but this group of ants remains oblivious; they know nothing. Because we are protecting them."

"Ah..." Wu Huida murmured.

Chen Baima continued, "And now, countless ordinary people are cursing, saying that martial artists are too cruel. They say that martial artists don't value human life, don't cherish other people's lives, and are even unworthy of being human. I feel chilled... I feel chilled. They say that martial artists are unworthy of being human, but they don't know that if there were no martial artists in this world, there wouldn't even be any human beings left. I don't blame these ordinary people. Oh well, this is probably what the higher-ups want."

“They won’t accept it if we just tell them about our crisis. So let’s just expose the martial artists completely and let them know how brutal they are. Let them know that the martial artists in this world would rather die than abandon their martial ethics!”

"Dull? Dullness is not allowed in the Southwest Grand Competition I'm hosting. Wu Sanlong, before the competition, go and get me some celebrities, superstars, all of them. Let them sing and dance here and create a lively atmosphere. Everyone, I want all the mortals present, 400,000 people. They all have to watch the entire Inner Strength Grand Competition in a state of high spirits and excitement!"

"Yes!"

Wu Huida breathed a sigh of relief, put down the teapot, and ran out, shouting, "Someone come here!"

"Mr. Wu?"

"Which celebrities are we looking for? Get me some celebrities who can liven things up. The garrison commander said to liven things up, so we have to get them moving. Get them in place within half an hour."

"Yes!"

"...".

Chapter 103: I'll Perform Crosstalk for Everyone

At the same time, the whole world was in an uproar.

Tianjing, Deyun Society.

Guo Degang and Yu Qian are performing a crosstalk routine on stage.

suddenly.,

'buzz buzz'

The sound of helicopters rang out, and the entire Deyun Club fell silent instantly. Many people stood up and looked around, wondering what was that sound.

A moment later, the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard. A moment later, dozens of heavily armed soldiers entered.

Old Guo was shocked: "You..."

The leading sergeant asked coldly, "Are you Guo Degang?"

"Ah...it's me."

"Come on, someone heard you're good at livening up the atmosphere and wants you to perform crosstalk."

"what?"

The sergeant immediately pulled out his gun and fired a shot at the ceiling.

With a loud 'bang,' the room fell silent.

Immediately, gasps of alarm erupted, and everyone turned pale, clutching their heads and scrambling down, too afraid to move.

Old Guo was ashen-faced: "I...I didn't break the law."

"You have three seconds to think about whether you want to go somewhere else to perform crosstalk. You can try refusing."

Old Guo stared at the dark muzzle of the gun and screamed, "Holy crap!"

One minute later, outside Deyun Club, four or five armed helicopters took off and headed straight for Xianyang...

at the same time.

133, South Korea, a brokerage firm building.

Dozens of armed helicopters were airdropped directly.

Some of the more successful Korean artists in Asia are gathering for a meeting.

Suddenly, with a loud 'bang,' dozens of South Korean soldiers burst through the door.

"This……"

"You, what are you going to do?"

"..."

The South Korean soldier glanced at everyone present and coldly shouted, "In the Southwest China Grand Competition, some strong individuals feel the atmosphere isn't lively enough. You, those... those young people who like to listen to lively songs, all of you, go! Hurry up, you have ten seconds to assemble."

With a sudden 'buzz,' the entire conference room erupted in chaos. Everyone was dumbfounded. They knew about the Chinese Grand Competition, but that was a competition for Chinese martial artists—what did it have to do with them?

At this moment, Yoo Jae-suk, the senior member of the celebrity group, stepped forward and chuckled awkwardly, "This officer..."

Before he could finish speaking, the officer interrupted him coldly: "You're Yoo Jae-suk, right? I've heard of you. I heard you're a comedian, so you should be able to liven things up... You're going too."

"what?"

Yoo Jae-suk turned pale and collapsed to the ground.

"..."

The whole world was in uproar.

The Western garrison commander said he wanted to bring some celebrities over to liven things up.

However, as the message was relayed down through the layers, it became a global conference for artists.

The world was in an uproar. If you were a celebrity, if the local government thought you were worthy, if the country's leaders believed sending you there might be a way to curry favor, no matter who you were or what you were doing, soldiers would rush in and forcibly arrest you. You'd be taken directly to a military airfield, where supersonic fighter jets would take off and speed towards Xianyang.

At this moment, as long as you're a star, as long as you have some talent, you can take it all away!

Meanwhile, at the South Korean airport.

Kwon Ji-long, who was once a sensation in China and accepted Du Haitao's kneeling, was arrested and taken to a South Korean military airport. Just as he boarded the supersonic fighter jet, Kwon Ji-long suddenly remembered the bloody scene of the Chinese martial arts competition that he had watched on the broadcast the day before.

The thought of being arrested and forced to create chaos in that place terrified me so much I wet myself and completely broke down.

"No!"

"I dont go."

"Waaah, please let me go! I don't want to go to China. I never want to go to China again..."

“I’m going to call the police, I’m going to sue you. You illegally arrested me, I… I’m not going.”

The officer walked over and smiled kindly: "It's to dedicate yourself to the country, how about it? Go on a trip."

Kwon Ji-long ran back like a madwoman, shouting, "No, I won't..."

The officer's smile vanished, and without even glancing at his pistol, he pulled the trigger.

With a 'bang', a bloody hole exploded in Kwon Ji-yong's head.

'hiss--'

The other South Korean celebrities gasped in shock, falling silent as they obediently put on their helmets and boarded the supersonic fighter jet.

"Set off."

'boom--'

With a roar from the jet engines, dozens of supersonic fighter jets took off and sped toward Xianyang, China.

At that moment, the whole world went crazy.

This news wasn't deliberately suppressed; everyone knows it now. Worldwide, if you're an artist, if you have any fame, you've been taken away.

Everyone went crazy.

What kind of powerful figure lives in Xianyang?

He said he wanted to bring in some celebrities that young people like to liven things up, and as a result, countries all over the world went crazy flattering him. Every celebrity in the world with even a little bit of fame immediately made an appearance.

What exactly is that person's status and position in China?

Inside the venue.

Qin Wu and a group of internal energy experts sat in their seats, looking around.

I've been waiting for over twenty minutes, why hasn't it started yet?

Qin Wu couldn't help but wonder: would they still fight? And when?

Just then, the roar of a helicopter came from outside.

However, Qin Wu and the others did not pay any attention to it...

One minute later.

Qin Wu suddenly saw two men in long running coats being escorted by several soldiers towards the arena from the shadows backstage. One of them was bald, and the other had permed hair.

"Who is this?"

Qin Wu frowned involuntarily.

Not only Qin Wu saw it, but many internal energy experts also saw it, which made them suspicious.

To fight or not to fight? What do those two people do?

Half a minute later.

But then they saw staff placing two microphones on the ring, which was still covered in blood from yesterday…