American comics: I gradually replicate everything

The woman with the claws spoke in a relaxed tone, even with a hint of teasing, clearly not afraid.

She lacks any of the vigilance that a woman living alone should have.

After all, she had been injected with Compound V, and her physical abilities were close to the limits of human potential.

Even three or five ordinary strong men couldn't get close to him, let alone this young man who didn't look particularly muscular.

They opened the door on their own.

This saves the trouble of forcibly breaking down the door.

Van Ken smiled.

"fan?"

Bang!

A simple, direct, and powerful straight punch.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, followed by a clear, teeth-grinding sound of bone cracking.

Before the woman could even react, everything went black.

A splitting pain shot through her nose, a burning and aching sensation instantly rushing to her head. Warm blood immediately gushed out, running down her lips and dripping onto her exquisite nightgown.

She staggered backward.

The safety chain snapped, the door was kicked open, and then closed.

"ah--!

you!"

The woman with the claws was both shocked and furious. She covered her face, her eyes instantly turning fierce.

She suddenly spread her arms to her sides, and the skin on her forearms split open, revealing two pale, sharp bone blades that looked like the forelimbs of a praying mantis.

"If you think you can force it, you've picked the wrong target!"

She let out a low growl and lunged at Van Can, brandishing her bone blade.

Its speed and strength far exceeded those of ordinary people, creating a gust of wind.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in you.

Van Can sidestepped the fierce slash with clean and swift movements.

The bone blade grazed his body, and he could feel the force of the wind.

The Claw Woman's attacks were powerful and heavy, but in his eyes, there were too many flaws.

Vancan seized an opening, effortlessly parrying her wielding arm with his left hand while simultaneously striking her ribs with his right.

The woman with the claws felt pain and her movements faltered.

Van Cann then hooked her leg and used his hands to grab her, throwing her heavily to the ground. He then delivered a precise chop to her neck.

The woman with the claws let out a muffled groan and went completely still.

"The force was quite strong; it made my hands go numb."

Vancan flicked his wrist, looking at the unconscious woman on the ground. "It's a pity. All she has is strength. She fights purely on instinct, without any strategy or technique."

Without further delay, I started searching through the apartment.

He searched very thoroughly, leaving no room unchecked: the bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom.

About ten minutes later, he discovered a hidden compartment behind a cabinet in the living room, containing a silver portable refrigerated medical kit.

Upon opening the box, a blast of cold air wafted out, revealing neatly stacked tubes of blue medicine inside.

It is compound number five.

Van Ken picked up the suitcase, turned around, and left.

"You...stop right there..."

On the ground, the woman with the claws had somehow groggily woken up again. She clutched her neck, her face deathly pale, and struggled to get up.

"You can't take this...something...something will cause trouble..."

Her voice was filled with fear, as if she had thought of the owner behind this thing, but dared not say it outright.

Van Can didn't stop, and with a swing of his hand, his fist landed accurately on the woman's head.

Her body went limp, and she fainted again.

After leaving the apartment building, Van Ken found a small hotel nearby that didn't require strict registration and booked a room.

After locking the door, he immediately opened the refrigerator and took out a blue syringe.

I gazed quietly at the deep, beautiful blue.

"Compound No. 5, this wondrous potion, what power will you grant me?"

I hope you won't let me down.

Without hesitation, Van Can rolled up his sleeves with anticipation, inserted the needle into his vein, and slowly pushed the medicine in.

The cold liquid enters the bloodstream.

I didn't feel anything for the first few seconds.

But soon, a burning sensation suddenly burst forth from the injection site and quickly spread throughout the body.

This is followed by a strong tingling and numb sensation, as if countless tiny needles are stirring in the gaps between the bones.

A sharp pain followed, as if something inside the body was tearing and reforming.

"Ugh—!"

Van Can let out a muffled groan, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat instantly soaking his clothes.

He involuntarily curled up and lay down on the hotel bed, enduring this intense, transformative process.

His skin began to turn red and hot, and his body trembled slightly. He could only grit his teeth and endure the dramatic changes within his body.

------

a few days later.

Vancan had no idea what had happened to the Claw Woman after she lost Compound V; he was more focused on the abilities he had gained.

He bought bread and water from the supermarket downstairs at the hotel and returned to his room.

I tore open the packaging, took a few bites of bread, and picked up the deck of cards I had bought on the table.

The playing cards unfolded, fluttered, and gathered between his fingers, as if they had been given life.

The technique was skillful and fluid, even bordering on the performative.

This ability seemed to have become instinctive, and it did not affect his ability to multitask at all. Van Can looked at the cards flying in his palm with a strange expression.

It wasn't what he expected.

"He took Compound 5, but did not gain the same power as Homelander."

That's fine, but he didn't even get the basic enhancements that many injection recipients would get, such as superhuman physique, strength, or speed.

Their combat strength has hardly increased at all.

This is not fair.

That's exactly what he thought at the time.

but……

Van Can looked at the playing cards in his hand, which resembled butterflies flitting among flowers.

He looks like a seasoned card player; you couldn't possibly have such flashy card skills without years of experience.

But just a few days ago, he didn't know how to do this at all.

A few days after receiving the compound injection, Vancan experienced a fever, profuse sweating, and intense thirst.

The kettle provided by the hotel had a strange smell, so he had to go downstairs to buy water.

Next to the supermarket checkout counter, he saw several hotel guests playing cards.

One of the middle-aged men had short, stubby fingers, but he was exceptionally agile at shuffling and cutting the cards; the cards seemed to obey him as if they had grown legs.

He's obviously a veteran; he's probably a gambler who makes a living this way.

Van Can was standing a few steps away, watching the man make a few moves.

Then he will know how.

It wasn't learning, it was more like... directly copying.

He glanced at the gambler and instantly became just as skilled, as if he had honed his card skills for ten or even decades.

He even learned to use his fingertips to subtly control the cards, knowing how to apply force to make the cards fly more steadily.

However, it also has limitations.

After he had moved a certain distance away from the gambler, about several dozen meters from the supermarket, the feeling of effortless mastery quickly faded.

He can still play cards, but he only has a little bit of basic card skill left, and he's no longer as skilled as before.

Later, Vancan deliberately went back to the supermarket and lingered near the gambler for a while.

Even though that person stopped playing cards at that time, he stayed there for more than ten minutes.

When he left again, the skill was completely ingrained in him; what others took more than ten years to learn, he accomplished in less than twenty minutes.

After that, Vancan began to consciously wander around the city, exploring his abilities.

He learned to toss apples high and steady, and catch them on the back of his neck; he learned to toss and catch three colorful plastic rings at the same time; and he even learned to walk on stilts.

He knows almost everything that street performers do.

Now, if Van Cannon wanted to, he could immediately report to the circus or become a qualified street clown.

But when I think about how one of my initial expectations for Compound V was to have abilities like Homelander's, and then look at what I can do now...

Vancan felt as if he had a red nose on his face.

However, after a few days of exploration, he basically figured out the abilities he had acquired.

"What does this look like?"

I can replicate skills that others have learned later in life.

The process is like connecting to WiFi and downloading and copying files and applications from someone else's server.

It will stop if the copying process is interrupted.

Within a certain server range, I can freely access its files and applications.

But as long as I stay within the 'signal range' long enough to completely 'copy' the file, the skill will be mine permanently.

This ability did not directly increase his strength.

To be honest, it was a bit disappointing when I first discovered it.

But Van Can quickly changed his mind.

"This ability... might not be so useless."

From another perspective, it has enormous potential.

"Of course, in the world of The Boys, this ability is not very useful."

At most, it will turn me into a street performer.

But what if it were placed in another world?

For example... a world with real martial arts, qigong, and even magic?

Vancan put down the cards, stood by the bed, and gazed at the distant sky outside the window.

He's practically an invincible genius!

He can master any skill, martial art, or magic with just a glance and a short time with the person using it.

His first thought was martial arts and qigong.

I thought of my master, Huang Fei.

"We can go back to Wudang Mountain now."

Van Can's heart skipped a beat.

He should return to Wudang Mountain like a whirlwind, and show his master what it means to be a man who has changed a lot in just three days.

If he displays amazing talent and returns to Huang Fei's tutelage, he might inherit his master's martial arts and qigong, and perhaps even... the totem of Wudang.

The Wudang totem, which can grant people powerful abilities, remains his first choice.

"I remember in the DC world, the Qi Gong system didn't have a high ceiling, and there wasn't much to show for it."

The Wudang totem sounds too tempting.

"By simply touching it, the price of transforming into a humanoid beast is the immediate power to smash houses with one's fists and feet."

"The price of being human-like or beast-like is unacceptable to others."

Humans are social animals, and turning into a monster would come at too high a price, but it's just right for me.

The animal world of pandas, and an even more advanced world of Qigong...

Once I touch the animal totem and gain powerful energy, I can enter the animal panda world to pursue even more powerful martial arts and qigong techniques.

We'll figure out a way to turn back into human form later.

"Taking shortcuts may seem like a bad idea."

But to have a shortcut laid bare before you, and to not dare to take it, is an act of cowardice.

"The bold get rich, the timid starve."

Van Can had already planned it out, just as his thoughts drifted away—

Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound came from the street outside the hotel.

A blue shadow swept across the road at a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect, then turned back, and swept across again.

Like a streak of blue lightning, it weaves repeatedly through the streets and alleys.

Accompanying that unique, high-speed sound was a whistling wind, similar to the sound of a train whistle.

Van Can looked down.

"locomotive?"

The locomotive must be frantic with worry after losing compound number five.

He feared that his countrymen would kill him because of this.

They must be frantically searching the whole city these past few days.

Just then, the blue figure below suddenly paused.

The locomotive seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned its head, its gaze fixed on the window where Van Ken was.

Their eyes met across several floors.

The locomotive's eyes widened in surprise at first, then locked on tightly, bursting with wild joy and fury.

"Found you, you bastard!"

Van Kent was surprised.

How could the other person know him? Surveillance in the United States isn't that intensive. He had specifically observed that apartment; there were no cameras there.

and many more……

He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a doll in the woman's room.

The doll's eyes... seem to be hidden cameras.

"It's been too long, I can't remember the details."

That's probably where they slipped up.

It doesn't matter if we get caught.

Vancan remained calm, turned around, picked up the briefcase containing Compound No. 5, and with a slight thought, touched the wormhole in his mind again.

In fact, after arriving in this world these past few days, he immediately tried it out after researching at an internet cafe—the wormhole could be activated at any time without any cooldown.

However, he did not have a fixed place to stay in the DC universe before, and a certain major Eastern country in the DC universe has a strict monitoring system for superpowered people.

If I lose control and cause a commotion while figuring out my own abilities, it will be very troublesome.

So he didn't plan to go back until he had fully figured out his abilities.

But now, he has somewhere to go.

Returning to Wudang Mountain.

A ripple appeared in the air, and the room became empty.

Almost immediately after one or two seconds—

boom! ! !

The hotel room door was violently slammed open with tremendous force, the door panel was deformed, and the hinges were blown off.

The locomotive rushed in, and the strong wind it generated lifted the curtains.

He was panting, his eyes were bloodshot, and he quickly scanned the room.

empty.

no one.

"What...?"

The locomotive froze, unable to believe it.

He rushed to the window to check, then suddenly turned around and searched the small bathroom, wardrobe, and even under the bed.

"Damn it, where did they go?"

The person disappeared.

He left right under the nose of this speedster.

The suitcase is also gone.

The locomotive stood still, its face gradually turning deathly pale.

"No.

Compound No. 5 cannot be found...

"The Homelanders will surely kill me."

……

Vancan returns to the DC universe through a wormhole.

He barely stopped and immediately set off for Wudang Mountain.

The mountain road was still the same as before.

He walked quickly and soon arrived at the familiar temple halfway up the mountain.

The courtyard was very quiet.

Master Huang Fei was standing there, hands behind his back, gazing at the distant mountains in a daze.

The old man's eyes held a hint of melancholy, whether from the departure of several disciples or from the heartache and regret of Tong Hu's passing.

Anyway, it certainly wasn't just for Van Can—Van Can knew that.

Hearing footsteps, Huang Fei turned around, saw Van Ken, raised an eyebrow, but showed no surprise on his face.

"monkey?"

He spoke, his tone no different from when he usually reprimanded his apprentices, "Why are you back?"