The King of Fighters in the Marvel World

Late at night, Ling Cheng drove into the lively Clinton District.

Even though all the media are reporting on alien invasions and superheroes saving the world, our Hell's Kitchen remains the same, with fires and robberies, robberies, and gunshots.

Fortunately, everyone was very professional and ignored Ling Cheng who was driving by. He found a place to park the car and the door of the martial arts hall was closed. Ling Cheng then remembered that he had entrusted the key to his two young apprentices, Zhou Zheng and Will. . Jump up the wall in one step and return home abnormally again.

Leaning against the window and looking up at the stars in the sky, Ling Cheng seemed a little lonely. Only after seeing the covered darkness would he understand how many dangers lurk in the beautiful galaxy in front of him. And whether his hometown is somewhere in this vast universe? Ling Cheng doesn't know. When one day he is qualified to set foot in the world, he will try to find it.

Early the next morning, Ling Cheng was awakened by the sound of violent footsteps on the stairs.

"Zhou Zheng, why are you so slow? We are going to miss a lot of news," Will called to Zhou Zheng behind him.

He pushed open the door of Ling Cheng's room fiercely, "Oh, Master, when did you come back?" Will shouted happily when he saw Ling Cheng staring at him with squinted eyes.

"Master, you are back," Zhou Zheng popped up from behind Will and said in surprise.

Looking at his two young apprentices who were genuinely happy to see him, Ling Cheng decided to forgive them for disturbing his sleep.

"I came back last night. What did you want to do when you rushed into my room?"

"Master, didn't you ask us to take care of the martial arts gym? I asked Will to come to the martial arts gym to watch the reports. He was still not happy and said he missed a lot of exciting things." Zhou Zheng explained

"Yes, yes, Shihu, turn on the TV, alien superhero"

Will exclaimed exaggeratedly

Ling Cheng casually threw the remote control to the two middle school boys and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

However, he found that the two apprentices always looked at him and hesitated to speak.

"Is there someone coming to cause trouble these days?" Ling Cheng asked vaguely while brushing his teeth.

"Master, where have you been these past few days?" Zhou Zheng asked in an unexpected manner.

"Save the world. I'm not lazy," Ling Cheng said nonchalantly as he spat out the water in his mouth.

"Shihu, I saw that the white hair in this news video looks like yours," Will said with his eyes shining.

"It's me, you read that right." Ling Cheng admitted directly

When the two young disciples heard Ling Cheng's answer come so naturally, they once again focused on watching the TV and left Ling Cheng with a headache.

No one believes me when I tell the truth, right? They look down on me, right? Then why do you want me as your disciple? Ling Cheng has a lot of black marks on his head.

At this time, there was a close-up on the TV screen. A huge steel behemoth was blown apart by a purple-black pillar of fire, and an embarrassed figure crashed into the building. He stood up with a gray face, looked around, and then jumped out of the gap in the building and disappeared in a few flashes.

This is a video taken by people in the building. This is probably the reason why there are so few Americans. They take refuge in the building under any circumstances and are still in the mood to take a video. Ling Cheng felt very impressed by this photographer. If it were him, he would have taken at most A TikTok.

After watching the video and seeing the iconic white hair and Chinese face, the two young apprentices turned their heads and stared at Ling Cheng with burning eyes. If they hadn't just watched the ferocity of Ling Cheng tearing apart the monster in the video, they might have already Pounced.

"master"

"Wet Tiger"

"I told you it's me, what's all the fuss about? Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. I can't save the world if I run a martial arts school." Ling Cheng said casually.

But my heart is racing, I must hold on tight.

"Master, can our Kung Fu really reach this point?" Zhou Zheng swallowed his saliva and asked.

"Shihu, it's too strong for you to kill a monster like a building like this." Will said with his hands spread to the maximum.

Feeling the adoring gazes of the two young apprentices, I have to say that the four major joyful events in life are meeting manna after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and the time of being named on the gold medal list.

It can be said that Lingcheng is experiencing double happiness. This made Ling Cheng feel very good. Who doesn't want life to be filled with happy events. But no matter how happy I am, I cannot be complacent. Lingcheng secretly warned himself to avoid extreme happiness and sorrow.

"Don't make a fuss, let alone spread the word. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. These are what you should do. In the future, you can't bully the weak. Do you understand?" Ling Cheng took the opportunity to teach.

"I understand, Master, tell us the story of how you saved the world," the two said in unison.

It took Lingcheng a lot of effort to deal with the two hot-blooded young people and let them go and practice their martial arts. What kind of exercises should be done?

After finally settling down, Ling Cheng turned off the TV and began to think about his own affairs. During the battle, Ling Cheng discovered that skills were not fixed, such as the Eight Wine Glasses, which he could use his mouth to use in times of crisis. Only then did Ling Cheng's two fire pillars transform into flamethrowers. Therefore, truly practicing on his own and mastering it will definitely make his strength improve greatly. Moreover, training will definitely improve one's energy reserves. It takes at least half a year for high-level recruitment to produce a fighter. Ling Cheng cannot put all his hopes on luck.

As for what kind of martial arts to practice, Ling Cheng naturally chose Yagami's Yagami style ancient martial arts. First, he unlocked the eight-foot magatama, which is the artifact used by the Yagami family to practice fire. Second, Zi Yan is really happy to use it. Third, Ling Cheng really likes Yagami.

Thinking of the artifact Lingcheng, click on the game. He wanted to know how many levels the artifact had been upgraded to after the battle. It had to be said that Ling Cheng was really calm and calm after the battle. Then there was another round of "fire", and he was stunned to hold back and didn't open it to take a look.

Since there is no numerical value for the 5th level of the Eight-foot Qiong Magatama, Lingcheng doesn't know how long it will take to reach 6th level. But why use the talent when it's only 5th level? Because the battlefield is so big, Lingcheng just absorbed the surrounding soul fragments. No more was collected, which made him feel like he had lost billions.

Lingcheng recalled Yagami-an's ancient Yagami-ryu martial arts. After confirming it several times, he put on a strange posture. His body seemed to be vaguely connected to the eight-foot magatama, and the purple flames in his body beat more happily.

It works and it works extremely well. There is indeed something strange about the Marvel world. Ling Cheng could clearly feel the effects of the practice. Although it was not achieved overnight, the results were endless. The feeling of practice actually made Ling Cheng a little addicted. This is probably what it means to hear the news in the morning and die in the evening.

Ling Cheng practiced for three hours and tried various postures several times before he reluctantly stopped. Ling Cheng's eyes, which were slightly sore from moving, showed a glimmer of light. At this moment, Ling Cheng could really see his future path clearly, and his energy and energy seemed a little different.

The day passed while each was practicing. At night, Ling Cheng opened the game and clicked on ordinary recruitment. This has become Ling Cheng's daily routine. I thought there would be some strange things appearing again, but this time it was a little different. When a card appeared on the screen, Ling Cheng felt that there would be another surprise.