I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Deep within the Papal Palace, in the training grounds, the sounds of fists and feet clashing echoed incessantly, and the surging air currents reverberated through the spacious stone hall.

Estelle and Wright were engaged in close combat, their movements swift and lightning-fast.

Despite their young age, their combat skills far surpassed those of ordinary people. Every move they made was precise and ruthless, their footwork creating gusts of wind as they moved in unison. Even experienced adult warriors would find it difficult to gain the upper hand against them.

With Ye Feng's elemental power providing baptism and enhancement, the four of them trained without any worries.

The elemental energy not only healed all their hidden injuries but also continuously strengthened their physiques. Because they had no worries, their progress was incredibly rapid.

With the constant tempering of their bodies by the power of the elements, although they are still young, their physical fitness is already comparable to that of elite veterans in the army.

Clarice and Savage, being mutants, have shown extraordinary potential.

Especially Clarice.

As a space-type mutant, she adapts to her abilities extremely quickly, and her rate of progress is astonishing.

"Not enough! Still not enough!"

Ye Feng's deep shout echoed through the training ground. His and Clarisse's figures flickered like ghosts, appearing and disappearing at will, the space seeming to tremble with their movements. Each appearance was accompanied by a violent collision, the air surged, and the buzzing sound pierced the eardrums.

"boom!"

With a powerful punch, Clarice flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc of more than ten meters before finally crashing heavily to the edge of the training field.

"Your reaction speed is still not fast enough."

"Spatial abilities rely most on two things: reaction speed and mental strength. You must train and strengthen these skills specifically."

Ye Feng walked steadily forward, his voice calm yet undeniable.

Clarice struggled to her feet, wiped the dust from the corner of her mouth, and nodded with a firm gaze.

The abilities of the space system are of extraordinary value.

Clarice's portals were powerful enough to cut through anything, and even the terrifying Sentinel robots could not withstand them.

She can both attack and defend, and can even take her teammates thousands of miles in an instant. In the original work, she was even able to travel to and from the moon with this ability.

As long as she has been to a place and left coordinates, she can open a teleportation portal. The only constraint is her mental strength.

In the original story, Clarice was often controlled by malicious individuals because of her insufficient mental strength.

"Lord Ye Feng, His Holiness the Pope requests your presence." A believer respectfully entered the training room and bowed his head to report.

As the leader of the Star Saints Legion, the head of the Holy See's only military institution, and also as a divine messenger, Ye Feng's status within the Holy See is comparable to that of the Pope.

"Understood, I'll go right away." Ye Feng nodded, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

He knew that the test was coming.

The Pope sat behind the long table, his face revealing his weariness. The formation of the Star Saints Legion was like a boulder thrown into a lake with turbulent undercurrents, triggering the alarm of countless beings.

Especially those creatures that lurk in the darkness.

The Vatican's affairs have increased dramatically recently, and the Pope is getting old. Although his health has recovered somewhat after Ye Feng's elemental baptism, he still can't withstand the fatigue of working hard for days on end.

"You've come." The Pope raised his eyes, revealing a weary yet gratified smile, and pushed a document toward Ye Feng.

Ye Feng took the documents and quickly scanned them, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Sure enough, they couldn't sit still any longer."

The document records a horrifying and extraordinary event.

A church in a remote town in the United States was turned into a slaughterhouse overnight. The blood of ten clergy members was drained, and the scene was horrific.

The case was initially taken over by the local police, but they made no progress. Eventually, it was reported up the chain of command through church channels to the Vatican.

The victims' families pleaded with the Vatican to intervene and prayed for divine justice.

"Even without any divine miracles, the formation of the Star Saints Legion has already touched their most sensitive nerves."

"This is a provocation from the dark creatures."

The Pope spoke with a somber tone, his eyes blazing with suppressed anger.

"Leave this to me."

"I will handle this personally. Whoever is behind it must pay the price."

Ye Feng closed the file, his voice as calm as iron.

His body has fully recovered, and he has gained a preliminary understanding of the Sixth Sense, further enhanced by his control over the elements.

Unless one of the legendary figures on Earth arrives in person, no one can stop him.

"Are you sure there's no problem?" The Pope hesitated slightly, after all, Ye Feng's mutant identity was still a sensitive issue, and the black market bounty had not yet been withdrawn.

"rest assured."

"I will bring Clarice with me. For every mission from now on, I will bring one member with me. This way, they can gradually adapt to real combat."

Ye Feng's tone was firm.

"Alright, it's up to you."

"The future of the Vatican ultimately rests in your hands."

The Pope nodded, his trust evident.

He had long intended to retire, but Ye Feng's foundation was not yet stable and the legion was newly established, so he still needed to stay and support it.

When the time is right, he will naturally relinquish his power.

Back at the training ground, Ye Feng immediately summoned Clarice.

"Your Majesty, is there a mission?" Her eyes flashed with anticipation, but also a hint of nervousness.

"Um."

"From now on, I will take one of you with me on each mission. Until you are mature enough to stand on your own."

Ye Feng nodded.

Less than thirty minutes later, the two embarked on their journey.

Ye Feng was still wearing a white robe with gold patterns, and the magnificent book in his hand shimmered with light; Clarice wore a close-fitting outfit under her priestly robe, which was convenient for movement and combat.

The incident occurred in a remote town in the United States. Ye Feng never expected that he would return to this land so soon.

The two men were clearly dressed as clergy, carrying Vatican passports, and passed through customs smoothly. They did not make any effort to conceal their whereabouts, and therefore quickly attracted the attention of various forces.

"Interesting... Are you here because of that church massacre?"

"The Star Saints Legion? Let's see what they're capable of."

In the darkness, countless eyes were watching them.

"Wait, isn't that the mutant with a bounty on the black market? How did he suddenly become a clergyman?"

Some people recognized Ye Feng and were surprised by his change of identity.

The black market bounty remains high, with the huge reward tempting many.

Many people are already itching to try.

If this deal succeeds, it will be enough for them to live a carefree life for over a decade. As for the Vatican's subsequent pursuit? They don't believe that tiny country truly has the ability to exact transnational revenge.

The hunt begins quietly.

"He actually dared to come back..." A certain patron behind the laboratory, who had also learned of Ye Feng's whereabouts through his informants, revealed a sinister smile on his face.

This is a golden opportunity for him to eliminate any future threat. He will not hesitate.

"Your Majesty, it seems like many people are watching us."

Clarisse, with her keen senses, spoke in a low voice.

Ignore it.

"Stay close to me and focus on the mission."

Ye Feng stepped into the car arranged by the Vatican, his tone indifferent.