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Huang Fei then turned to Van Can.

"And you, monkey."

You yearn to stand out from the crowd, and you work as hard as a bat, practicing until calluses form on your fists.

You two get up early and go to bed late, are inseparable, and practice martial arts together.

But—don't use your young age as an excuse.

You're already seventeen, and your physical development is almost identical to that of an adult, yet among the six, you're the weakest.

Van Kent's lips, hidden behind his mask, froze.

"You don't harbor the deep-seated bitterness and hatred that bats do."

Even now, you haven't grasped a single trace of the true essence of the martial arts I taught you, nor have you sensed the existence of Qi.

Huang Fei sighed, "Your talent isn't in this path, so go down the mountain too."

A high-EQ approach: Your talent doesn't lie in this.

A low-EQ statement: You're useless, go learn something else, I don't want to waste any more time teaching you.

Van Can and Bruce exchanged a glance, then remained silent.

They could all see that Tiger's angry departure was a huge blow to Master Huang Fei.

I'm afraid that among all the disciples, Tiger is the only one that the master truly wants to groom as his successor.

Unfortunately, the tiger wasn't from the East and didn't understand the principle that strict teachers produce outstanding students.

Sometimes, the stricter the teaching, the greater the hope and the stronger the desire for the disciple to achieve even greater success.

The master has already told his disciples to leave the mountain, what else can be done?

Van Can was helpless.

We can't just stay on the mountain and never leave.

He went back to his room to pack his belongings.

There wasn't much to pack: a few changes of clothes, some change, and that monkey helmet.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately stuffed the bundle into his bag.

When they came down the mountain, Bruce was already waiting at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

The two walked silently side by side on the winding stone steps of Wudang Mountain.

The morning mist has dissipated, and sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows.

Van Can was pondering where to go next.

The Qigong system in the DC universe doesn't seem to be particularly outstanding; I haven't heard of any especially powerful figures.

Leaving Wudang might not be such a pity.

But what's next?

He glanced at Bruce beside him.

Is it to rely on this incredibly wealthy senior brother, follow him for a while, and freeload off him?

Or should I go and look for opportunities to see if there's any possibility of learning magic?

Bruce seemed to be deep in thought as well, his gaze beneath the mask fixed on the distant mountains, profound and heavy.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw the three foxes who had left earlier.

These three rich kids always stick together and look down on their fellow apprentices from ordinary families.

Correspondingly, Van Can, Bruce, and the departed Tiger had a fairly good relationship.

Among them, Van Can and Bruce were the closest, after all, they were both training partners who practiced martial arts diligently.

At that moment, the three foxes were blocking an old temple keeper at the foot of the mountain.

The temple keeper's clothes were old and worn, his back was hunched, and he held a bamboo broom in his hand.

The fox pulled out a wad of banknotes, stuffed them into the temple keeper's hand, and asked in a low voice.

"Old man, I have something to ask you—I heard there's a mythical beast totem hidden on Mount Wudang, what's that all about?"

When the old temple keeper saw the money, his dim old eyes immediately lit up.

He looked around, leaned closer, and said mysteriously.

"It seems... there is such a thing."

For hundreds of years, there has been a legend about a mythical beast totem hidden on Mount Wudang.

Those who touch the totem will transform into a humanoid beast, resembling a monster, but at the same time, they will gain incredible power—enough to destroy houses and palaces with a single punch or kick, and single-handedly rout ancient armies!

Upon hearing this, the three foxes exchanged glances, their eyes suddenly gleaming with greed.

They huddled together, heads close, and began excitedly whispering amongst themselves.

Van Can was stunned.

Are the mythical beast totems on the Wudang Mountain really that powerful?

Based on the description, even the magical totem that gives Spider-Man power is about the same, and might not even be as good as destroying houses and palaces with a single punch or kick.

This is a rare power even among street heroes.

He couldn't help but turn back and look at the mountain peak shrouded in mist.

Just then, Bruce spoke up: "Monkey, I'm leaving."

Van Kent turned around.

Bruce looked at him, his tone unusually gentle despite the mask on.

"See you again sometime."

I want to continue traveling the world and learning martial arts.

There are some things I want to do, but with my current strength... it's not enough.

Van Can quickly thought of something and said.

"The bats and foxes seem to be discussing how to go up the mountain and steal the spirit beast totem that their master is guarding."

Shouldn't we go back to the mountain to help our master?

Perhaps... I can use this opportunity to stay on the mountain and continue learning martial arts and qigong from my master.

Bruce shook his head.

He patted Vancan on the shoulder, a gesture that was quite intimate for someone as reserved and introverted as him.

"No need."

Bruce said.

"Although Master Huang Fei is old, his eyes are sharp and he can tell who Fox and his gang are."

Besides, he has been guarding the spirit beast totem on the mountain for so many years, he must have seen all kinds of open and covert attacks.

Besides—

He paused for a moment: "Given Master's martial arts skills, what use would the two of us be if we stayed?"

"Moreover, Master has said that we are not suited for the deeper martial arts paths he knows."

Van Can was speechless.

Bruce patted him on the shoulder again: "See you again someday."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The black training clothes gradually blended into the shade of the trees at the end of the mountain path and eventually disappeared.

As Van Can watched Batman's departing figure, a sense of reluctance welled up in his heart.

He hadn't just transmigrated; rather, he had regained his memories of the mystery of his birth.

This body lived in Wudang Mountain for many years, spending every day with this taciturn senior brother.

Although Bruce was taciturn, he was kind-hearted and a very good senior.

"However, senior brother," Vancan muttered to himself, "you still don't understand my true purpose..."

He was actually contemplating whether he should shamelessly return to the mountain to continue learning from his master and find an opportunity to get close enough to touch that mysterious spirit beast totem.

The totem has been there for so long anyway, what's wrong with letting him use it?

The instant this thought arose—

Two strange wormholes suddenly appeared deep in Van Can's mind.

They were two slowly rotating, deep, dark vortexes, with star-like points of light flowing along their edges.

They don't actually exist before our eyes, but are directly imprinted in our consciousness, as clear astonishing.

"What is this?"

Van Ken closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and tried to sense the wormhole again; it was still there.

A message seemed to emanate from the depths of the vortex.

He can travel through wormholes at any time to reach another world.

Through his consciousness, he "saw" certain images.

The wormhole on the left reveals a modern city street scene.

Skyscrapers stand tall, traffic flows like a river, and a huge poster hangs on the wall, depicting several superheroes striking heroic poses.

The leader was a man with his hands on his hips, chest out, short blond hair, and a bright, arrogant smile.

That's... a Homelander?

Van Kent caught his breath.

This seems to be the world of The Boys?

He looked at the wormhole on his right.

What comes to mind is a mountain peak shrouded in mist, like a fairyland, with a magnificent palace complex built of white jade standing atop it, its eaves and brackets shimmering with a warm luster in the sunlight.

His gaze moved downwards, and the 'people' walking on the street made his eyes widen.

Those are... various animals?

A duck wearing a mandarin jacket strolled by slowly, holding a bamboo shoot in its hand;

Several piglets dressed in clothes chased and played on the street... All the animals walked upright like humans, and their speech and behavior revealed spirituality and wisdom.

What caught Van Can's attention most was a group of young animal children playing together, holding toys in their hands—a fierce Tigress with a resolute expression, a nimble golden monkey; and also a crane, a mantis, and a cute little dragon...

The world of Kung Fu Panda.

Van Can's heart skipped a beat.

These two worlds, two completely different worlds, one dark and one joyful, both opened their doors to him at the same time.

In the world of The Boys, there exists a magical drug called Compound V that can grant ordinary people superpowers, which the Vought Organization uses to create various superheroes.

—Although the vast majority are hypocrites, selfish, and even cruel, the power itself is real.

If he could obtain Compound 5, he might possess superhuman physical abilities, flight capabilities, and thermal vision.

And the world of Kung Fu Panda...

Although there are villains there, overall it is a world full of kindness and chivalry, and it also has a powerful power system.

It's not just ordinary qigong, but also powerful martial arts and weapons such as telekinesis, strength enhancement, flight, and lightning control.

Po, the Dragon Warrior, can shatter rocks the size of small mountains with a wave of his hand.

Faced with these two choices, Van Can's mind raced.

Which one to choose?

"Children make choices; adults want it all!"

Let's start with compound number five.

The thought of those magical drugs that could grant superpowers to minors made Van Ken's blood rush faster.

"Fortunately, I'm still on the last train of youth, only seventeen years old, just one step away from adulthood."

If an adult takes Compound V, there is a high probability of death from an explosion; it is much safer for minors.

The plan became clear instantly.

"First, go to the world of The Boys, get Compound V, see what kind of superpowers you can awaken, and then decide what to do next."

The Wudang totem that the master protects seems to give people great power.

If Compound V doesn't grant me powerful superpowers, then a power that would make it easier to break through my master's guard and access the Wudang totem would be acceptable.

"There's something so powerful on Wudang Mountain? That old man really keeps his mouth shut; he's never told us about it."

"Hmph, he only took the three of us in as tuition fees to keep his Taoist temple afloat. He never treated us as true disciples."

While the three foxes were discussing their plan in the distance, they seemed to notice Van Can on the steps.

However, they didn't care about this junior brother who had mediocre skills and came from an ordinary family, nor were they worried about what he had overheard.

"Look, fox..."

"Ignore that good-for-nothing."

The fox glanced at them dismissively and then turned back to discuss things with the others.

"But the old man is really formidable, with just the three of us..."

"Now is not the time. We need to go back...get some weapons, and then bring them back to this country to figure out a way..."

Ignoring what the three foxes were discussing, Van Ken turned around and found a secluded, deserted spot on Wudang Mountain.

Once the thought was made up, the consciousness touched the wormhole deep in the mind that represented the Black Robe Detectives. The wormhole trembled and responded immediately, without any preparation.

The surrounding air rippled like water, and the light distorted.

Van Ken felt a sudden lightness in his body, and the familiar scenery at the foot of Wudang Mountain faded away like a faded oil painting. The next second...

He was enveloped by the noisy voices, the slightly polluted air, and the glowing blue light of the GG sign.

He landed next to a trash can in a dark alley, just a few steps away from a bustling street.

"We arrived so quickly??"

Brushing off imaginary dust, Van Ken walked straight to an internet cafe with a flashing sign on the street corner.

Pay, turn on the computer, and your fingers fly across the keyboard.

Search for news and follow superhero gossip, especially the latest developments regarding "Vought International" and "The Seven".

He quickly made up his mind.

It's still early in the timeline.

Van Kent's smiling face was reflected on the screen.

"The locomotive hasn't yet been embroiled in scandal for smashing people to pieces on the road; everything is calm, it's still before the story begins."

Vancan then began searching for information on Locomotive's secret girlfriend, the Claw Woman.

In this world, superheroes are more akin to entertainment stars.

This washed-up, third-tier female hero is a bit like a fleeting minor celebrity in the entertainment industry; she doesn't have many fans, but some people still remember her.

Using online fan forums, bits of information revealed in old interviews, and a little geographical deduction, Van Cane quickly located the apartment building where she lived.

The accommodation wasn't great, but it wasn't too bad either; it was in line with the spending level expected of a washed-up hero and celebrity.

Homelander secretly funds terrorist organizations and needs transportation channels; Locomotive is his most capable errand runner.

The Claw Woman's residence was a hidden storage point on the locomotive, where she often stored the priceless Compound V.

"We also have to thank Homelander for having his own little scheme, planning to secretly cultivate a supervillain so that he, the superhero among superheroes, can stand out even more."

Otherwise, I really wouldn't have had a chance to obtain Compound V, which Walter was so fiercely guarding.

I got out of the taxi.

Standing in front of the slightly old apartment building, Van Ken looked up at the floor where his target was located, and walked in steadily.

The hallway was filled with a faint smell of cleaning agents and old carpet.

Finding the address, he raised his hand and tapped it a few times, neither too hard nor too soft.

"Who is it?"

A languid female voice came from inside.

Van Kent cleared his throat.

"Hello, this is the cable TV company. Free line and equipment upgrades are available in this area."

There was silence for a few seconds inside the door.

The woman with the grudge was peering through the cat's eye.

The young man standing outside was dressed in an ordinary hoodie and trousers, without any signs of a cable TV company uniform.

But... her gaze lingered on Van Can's face.

It was a handsome face, young, with sharp eyes and brows, radiating a strange, almost burning light, as if suppressing immense anticipation, waiting for her to open the door.

With a soft click, the door opened a crack, the safety chain still hanging.

The woman with the devilish charm leaned against the door frame, wearing a silk robe and with her hair slightly disheveled, clearly having just gotten up.

She glanced at Van Kent up and down, a knowing yet slightly amused smile playing on her lips.

"Cable TV?"

Young man, your outfit doesn't seem like it.

Tell me, you fanatics always have some new tricks to trick me into opening the door.

It must have taken a lot of effort for you to find me here, right?