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DC Universe, Earth, Wudang Mountain.

In the early morning, Wudang Mountain is shrouded in a thin mist, with the eaves of distant palaces appearing and disappearing in the mist, like a light stroke in a traditional Chinese ink painting.

The air was crisp and clear, with the scent of earth and grass.

On the training ground, several disciples dressed in white training uniforms were sparring unarmed.

The animal helmets they wore looked rather strange in the morning light: sharks, vultures, foxes, bats, tigers, and a monkey.

This is a long-standing custom in Wudang Mountain. Those who come to the mountain to learn martial arts must first choose a mythical beast that represents their identity, so as to temper their character and hone their will.

The disciple wearing a monkey mask was slightly thin and was confronting the disciple wearing a bat mask.

The two moved swiftly and steadily, their fists and feet striking each other with crisp "snap" sounds.

The monkey disciple dodged to the side, then spun around and kicked out, but the bat disciple blocked it as if he had anticipated it.

Immediately afterward, the bat disciple delivered a swift straight punch that broke through the defense and struck the monkey disciple squarely in the chest.

"Bang!"

The monkey disciple stumbled back several steps, his feet slipped, and he finally fell backward to the ground, hitting the back of his head on the bluestone slab, and a wave of dizziness washed over him.

Van Ken came to his senses.

Where am I?

In that instant, it was as if a floodgate had been opened in my mind, and countless memories rushed in.

He saw himself running through the narrow alleys of Hong Kong as a child, saw his mother's tired profile, and saw his Chinese father stuffing a boat ticket into his hand.

Then came the long journey, the majestic gates of Wudang Mountain, the swirling incense smoke during the apprenticeship ceremony...

He was of mixed Chinese and Western descent and was sent to the mountains to learn martial arts due to poverty, where he became a disciple of the kung fu master Huang Fei...

and many more.

Huang Fei?

Is this name missing a character?

The moment this thought crossed Van Can's mind, an even larger flood of memories overwhelmed him.

News reports have mentioned a superhero organization called the "Justice Society" on the far west side of the world... Gotham City, an economic center in the United States on par with Hong Kong, and Metropolis, which is also known as the "Greater East"...

Is this... the DC universe?

Van Kent paused in his breathing.

crossed.

He actually traveled to the DC Universe.

"Monkey, are you alright?"

A hand was stretched out in front of my eyes.

Vancan looked up and, through the eyeholes of the monkey mask, saw the bat disciple tilting his head slightly as he looked at him with a natural and concerned expression.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness..."

Van Kent instinctively answered, propping himself up.

Information about this senior brother flooded his mind at the same time—Wayne, who came up the mountain to become a disciple with this surname.

Before becoming an apprentice, he had traveled to various countries and learned many different martial arts. He said he had lost everything and came here only to seek more powerful martial arts. He always spoke with a sense of suppressed pain.

Van Can's eyes widened beneath his mask.

Bat? Wayne?

"bat……?"

He blurted it out.

The bat disciple opposite him paused, then tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

"No, no, it's nothing..." Van Ken quickly shook his head, but his heart was pounding like a drum.

If nothing unexpected happens, his fellow disciple "Bat" will become the infamous Dark Knight—Batman, Bruce Wayne.

And now, he is in the period of leaving Gotham and traveling the world to learn martial arts in various countries.

Van Can was pulled up by Bruce.

The future Batman was unaware that his junior brother's mind was no longer on the duel.

He assumed a fighting stance, his palms like knives, and attacked again.

Van Can was the youngest among his fellow students and was still a minor, so he was no match for Bruce.

At this moment, his mind was in a daze, and he was forced to retreat step by step.

He was a beat too slow to block, his footwork was erratic, and after a few moves, he was tripped by a sweeping kick and fell to the ground.

boom!

His back slammed against the bluestone slab again.

"That's enough!"

A furious shout exploded like a thunderclap.

Before Vancan could even get up, a wooden cane had already struck him hard on the head.

"Thump!"

Ouch! That hurts.

Van Can covered his head; he really showed no mercy.

Master Huang Fei stood on top the whole time, supervising everyone's martial arts practice.

Although the old man with the snow-white beard was very old, he stood as straight as a pine tree.

He wore a dark blue training robe, his face was stern, his eyes were like lightning, and his whole body exuded the profound and majestic aura unique to a grandmaster.

"What are you thinking about?" Huang Fei scolded. "Your mind is scattered, your steps are unsteady, and your eyes are wandering—you're not putting your mind to practicing martial arts at all!"

I told you long ago that today I would test your martial arts skills and give you a warm-up sparring session, but you were so distracted!

Van Ken hurriedly scrambled to his feet, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Master, I'm sorry..."

Huang Fei didn't even look at him, his anger seemingly spreading through his chest.

He turned and glared at the other disciples, his white beard trembling slightly with anger: "You bunch of good-for-nothings!"

"We've been up here for years, and not a single one of us has turned out well! Now, all of you, stand in a line!"

The disciples with six animal-shaped helmets quickly lined up.

Sharks, vultures, and foxes stood on the left, while bats, monkeys, and tigers stood on the right. The morning light cast their long, thin shadows onto the bluestone training ground.

Huang Fei stepped into the center of the arena and slammed his wooden staff on the ground: "Now, attack me. Let me see what you've learned all these years—use all your strength to strike your master!"

The group looked at each other, somewhat hesitant.

Bruce Wayne's brow furrowed slightly beneath his mask.

Vancan hesitated—it was against etiquette to attack his master.

From the crowd, the fox-headed disciple sneered. He turned to the vulture-headed disciple beside him and whispered in a flippant voice, "If I kill this old man, can I inherit his Taoist temple?"

The vulture-headed man chuckled softly, his tone playful: "As if you need more properties."

Upon hearing these two outrageous words, Vancan's memories resurfaced—his three senior brothers, Fox, Vulture, and Shark, were all from wealthy families.

They went up the mountain to learn martial arts just for novelty and fun, and didn't have much respect for their master.

Thinking of this, Van Can's lips twitched beneath his mask.

Four of the six are from wealthy families, and Bruce Wayne is an extremely rich second-generation heir.

The only thing that could offer him some comfort was his senior brother, Tiger—this senior brother from an African tribe was said to be from a poor family, and he and Tiger were in the same boat.

"Come!"

Huang Fei urged again, and slammed his wooden staff on the ground once more.

The vulture and the shark exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously, lunging at Huang Fei from the left and right, their fists whistling through the air, clearly using their full strength.

Huang Fei stood still, without moving a single step.

He had his left hand behind his back, and casually flicked and deflected with his right hand.

With two sharp "snap! snap!" the vulture and shark were sent flying backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Two of you can't beat me with one hand," Huang Fei sneered. "You guys are really something."

Upon seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in the fox's eyes.

He suddenly drew the broadsword from his back, the blade flashing coldly in the morning light. He roared and charged forward, the blade aimed straight at Huang Fei's face!

The slash was swift and ruthless, forcing Huang Fei to finally move his feet, but he only shifted half a step to the side.

The blade grazed his clothes and slashed through the air.

Huang Fei's left hand shot out like lightning, his two fingers striking the blade with pinpoint accuracy.

"clang!"

With a loud bang, the fox's hand went numb, and he almost dropped the broadsword.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Fei swept his wooden staff in his right hand, striking the fox's calf.

"Ah!" the fox cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

Huang Fei stepped forward, slamming the end of his wooden staff into the center of the fox-head mask's forehead, and said contemptuously in a cold voice, "I have no Taoist temple for you to inherit. I'm old, but I'm not deaf."

"If I ever see that disgusting, despicable smile on your face again, I'll knock all your teeth out."

Van Ken watched in horror.

The fox's voice was so soft it was barely audible, yet Master was able to hear it?

It's understandable that old people have good hearing, but to "see the smile under the mask"—how is that possible? That's not normal.

"You guys," Huang Fei turned to Bruce and Vancan, tapping his cane, "come on too."

The two exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

Bruce's steps were steady, and every move he made was solid and meticulous.

Van Cannon then coordinated with the attack from the flanks, trying to find an opening.

However, Huang Fei remained calm, his figure weaving like a fish between the two attackers, his wooden staff sometimes thrusting like a sword, sometimes sweeping like a club.

After only five or six rounds, Van Can felt a sharp pain in his wrist—the cane had struck his elbow precisely, and his entire arm immediately went numb and sore.

He was then struck in the back of the knee, and he fell to one knee.

Bruce held on a little longer, but Huang Fei delivered a roundhouse kick that struck him squarely in the chest.

"Bang!" Bruce stumbled back seven or eight steps and fell down.

"One bat is as slow as a tortoise, and the other monkey is as stiff as a pig."

Huang Fei sheathed his staff and stood up, his dissatisfaction undisguised. "After all these years of training, is this all you've got?"

In the end, only the eldest brother, the tiger, remained.

The disciple wearing the tiger helmet took a deep breath, and all his muscles tensed up suddenly.

He was unarmed, yet he exuded a fierce, beast-like aura.

He started with a straight punch—simple and direct, but with speed and power far exceeding those of the previous few!

Huang Fei parried the continuous attacks with his staff.

"Snap!"

The wooden staff broke instantly.

The tiger's fist pierced through the broken wooden cane, heading straight for Huang Fei's chest!

"They have absolutely no respect for their teachers!"

Huang Fei roared angrily, and his body suddenly leaped into the air.

He spun in the air, his legs kicking out in rapid succession—one kick, two kicks, three kicks… a total of seven kicks, all landing on the same spot in the tiger's chest!

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

The tiger was struck repeatedly by a giant hammer, flying several meters away before crashing heavily to the ground and rolling several times before finally stopping.

"You're far from being able to challenge me."

Huang Fei landed gracefully, his robes not even disheveled.

The tiger struggled to its feet, ripped off its helmet, revealing a dark, resolute face twisted with rage.

He had a typical African appearance, with thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and a necklace of animal teeth around his neck.

"Greet them!" Seeing his disciples staring at him, Huang Fei said sternly, "How have I taught you?"

"Greetings?" Tiger suddenly laughed, his laughter filled with long-suppressed resentment. "I've had enough! Ever since we came up the mountain, we've been taught by you, old man. Even if we practice until our bones break, you've never been satisfied and have never said a kind word to us."

The only thing I've learned here is that you, this grumpy old man, will never be satisfied—no matter how well we do!

He slammed the tiger helmet to the ground and turned to leave.

Van Ken watched in stunned silence.

Bat—Batman.

Tiger—could this be the famous martial arts master "Bronze Tiger" from the DC universe?

As Huang Fei watched his most outstanding and most promising disciple leave in anger, the sternness on his face gradually melted away, replaced by a complex expression of anger and heartache.

His lips trembled slightly, and the veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping half a wooden cane, were visible.

"Who else wants to leave?" His voice lowered, but became even heavier. "I have trained you all with great care, hoping that one of you will inherit my mantle, inherit this Taoist temple, and protect the spirit beast totem of Wudang."

But now…

"A spirit beast totem?" A look of confusion crossed the eyes of the fox, vulture, and shark. "What's that?"

But let's not worry about that.

Tiger's departure acted as a fuse, igniting the pent-up resentment they had accumulated over the years.

"I've had enough!" the fox said first, picking up the large knife from the ground and shoving it behind his back. "What's the point of working from dawn till dusk, getting beaten and scolded every day?"

"Exactly," the vulture chimed in, "Let's go down the mountain and have some fun!"

The shark didn't say anything, but it had already turned and walked towards the mountain gate.

The three rich kids left the training ground without looking back, their laughter fading into the distance.

Only Van Can and Bruce Wayne remained on the court.

Huang Fei slumped down on the stone steps, his straight back seemingly bent slightly.

He remained silent for a long while before asking in a hoarse voice, "Your fellow disciples have all left, why haven't you two left yet?"

"I am willing to continue learning from my master."

Van Ken clasped his hands in a fist salute.

—What kind of dangerous world is the DC universe?

Unlike Marvel, where snapping your fingers gives you a 50% chance of survival.

This is a place where the universe is restarted and the timeline is rewritten at the drop of a hat.

Without sufficient power, one might inexplicably disappear from the world one day, as if they had never existed.

The martial arts master Huang Fei, and the mythical beast totem of Wudang that he mentioned, made Van Kent sense something unusual.

This must be something like Qigong or the inheritance of some powerful treasure.

He's not like Batman—who sometimes has the opportunity to gain superhuman powers but refuses to use them due to some kind of obsession.

In this dangerous world, Van Cane must become stronger by any means necessary.

"This is a world where an individual with enough military strength can rule the earth and even the universe, and change the fate of billions of lives at will... How wonderful, and how cruel."

Whether in his past life or this one, he has been poor enough and afraid of being weak.

Bruce Wayne also chimed in, "I feel I haven't learned enough from my master."

Huang Fei shook his head and waved wearily, "Even so, you should all go down the mountain."

I have nothing more to teach you.

He looked at Bruce first and pointed.

"You, bat."

Your heart has been filled with pain, obsession, and hatred ever since you came up the mountain.

You get up early day and night to practice martial arts and hone your skills—but you are only using your fists and feet as weapons to hone them.

I do have more advanced martial arts techniques to teach, but this path is not for you.

You cannot calmly tap into your inner strength.

Mentioning his deep-seated hatred,

It was as if I could hear the gunshots echoing in that alley again, the clatter of pearl necklaces shattering on the ground, and my parents' dying screams...

Bruce's face beneath the mask was grave, and his body trembled slightly.

Van Can saw it clearly from the side.

"If this were a movie, a flashback to Crime Alley would probably be inserted at this point, showing the Wayne couple being persecuted once again."