American comics: I gradually replicate everything

After finishing his punches, Master Raccoon stopped and looked at Van Can.

How much did you remember?

Try typing it out once; it doesn't have to be exactly the same, just get a feel for the meaning.

Van Can walked into the sand and made his move.

The same opening punch was delivered from his hand.

The punches were delivered without the slightest hesitation; the wind howled, the force was heavy and powerful, and the moves flowed like mercury.

Even in some subtle ways, it has a more rounded and subtle quality than what Master Raccoon demonstrated.

That is the true meaning of Tai Chi integrated into it.

Master Raccoon's eyelids twitched as he watched.

He knew Van Can was highly talented.

But seeing again that the opponent could master a complete and complex set of boxing techniques after only one look, and even show signs of surpassing his master, the shock in my heart was still indescribable.

"This monkey...it's a monster!"

"Cough cough, very good."

Master Raccoon closed his slightly open mouth, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and tried his best to make his voice sound calm, not wanting the guy who had taken away his disciple's position as the Dragon Hero to be too smug.

"It seems you have mastered this set of boxing techniques."

We're short on time, let's move on to the next set.

He stopped making Van Can repeat himself and went straight to demonstrating the next skill.

"This is the Wandering Body Palm technique, characterized by agile footwork, where the body moves with the palm, and the palm changes with the body. It emphasizes entangling, circling, sticking, and connecting..."

"This is the Springing Leg technique, a powerful and versatile kick that combines high kicks and low sweeps, integrating offense and defense..."

Then, Master Raccoon began demonstrating different kung fu moves from thousands of kung fu books, trying to teach them to Van Ken.

Van Cane's performance left Master Raccoon in awe time and time again.

He has an incredible photographic memory; he can learn something in an instant!

No, it's not just that he can do it; he can often perform it with amazing proficiency after watching Master Raccoon demonstrate it once, as if he has been practicing for more than ten or even decades!

He mastered the connection between moves, the application of force, and even the essence of the moves with lightning speed.

Master Raccoon couldn't help but sigh as he taught.

"It's a pity, your talent is truly amazing."

I don't know whose school you studied under before, but they must have hindered your progress and laid a very weak foundation for you!

He paused, watching Van Can perform another set of complex bone-dislocating techniques with impressive skill, and continued.

"It took Da Long more than ten years to learn all the kung fu skills in the thousand-volume kung fu book."

And you... may not need that long at all.

But I don't know if a few days will be enough for you to learn all the thousands of volumes of kung fu books... Let's give it a try!

In Master Raccoon's eyes, besides amazement, a glimmer of hope also ignited.

Perhaps this monkey with terrifyingly high talent can really defeat Baron?

Without further hesitation, he began to intensively help Van Can improve his kung fu skills.

Inside the training room, the sounds of punches and kicks, shouts, and stern explanations filled the air.

In the corner, Abao was still clumsily trying to output to the roly-poly doll.

On the field, Van Cannon absorbed and mastered various martial arts techniques—some powerful, some subtle, and some ingenious—at a speed that would leave anyone in the world speechless.

……

Two days later, at noon.

A long boardwalk spans between two mountain peaks, with a bottomless abyss below. The wind rushes in and makes a howling sound, like the low growl of some wild beast.

"They're here."

Tigress crouched at the bridgehead in a tiger-like posture, her eyes fixed on the other side.

"We finally caught him."

A gray-white figure shot out from the end of the mountain path, as fast as an arrow released from a bow.

Dalong was running wildly, each step he took made a dull thud, and gravel flew up under his feet. His speed did not slow down at all, and he rushed straight towards the pier.

That aura was overwhelming, like a starving beast, carrying a chilling killing intent.

Tigress stood up, her claws silently extended, ready to face the fierce battle to come.

The crane landed on a withered branch, its wings slightly spread.

A mantis stood on the bridge railing, its two sickle-like forearms crossed in front of its chest. A small dragon coiled on a stone pillar at the bridgehead, its triangular head slightly lowered.

The golden monkey struck a pose resembling monkey fist.

The five people exchanged glances, and each saw the same meaning in the other's eyes.

Tigress growled, "Keep him here on this bridge!"

The Golden Monkey said, "Five against one, the advantage is on our side."

Qiao Xiaolong flicked his tongue: "No matter how powerful he is, he's only one person."

Linghe didn't speak, but nodded. The Mantis was the most direct, having already taken the first step.

"superior!"

All five people moved at the same time.

A cold, disdainful smile appeared on the corner of the dragon's mouth as it charged forward, making it even more ferocious.

……

It took less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Da Long was already standing on the cliff opposite the bridge.

He didn't know when he rushed across the pier.

The pier behind me is completely unrecognizable.

The bridge deck was shattered into planks of all sizes, some hanging precariously from broken cables, others having plunged into the abyss, with only a few bare cables still whistling in the wind.

Tigress and the other four were lying haphazardly on the cliff at his feet, each in a different pose, like five sculptures that had been carelessly discarded.

Tigress remained frozen in her pouncing pose, her claws still outstretched, but she was completely still, except for her wide-open eyes, which rolled around.

The golden monkey lay on its back, mouth wide open, drool dripping from the corner of its mouth, one hand poised to throw a punch.

The mantis lay sprawled out, its six legs stiffly stretched into the air, like a beetle turned over.

The crane's wings were stiffly spread out, its body lying on its side, and it could still make muffled sounds from its throat. The little dragon lay stiffly on the ground or on the rock, its tongue drooping outside the corner of its mouth.

"The master has taught you martial arts quite well."

Da Long slowly withdrew his outstretched finger, glanced down at the five people lying haphazardly at his feet, and gently blew on his fingertip, as if blowing away dust.

A flat, dismissive voice rang out, "It's a pity he didn't teach you everything."

"You...you..."

Da Long crouched down, tilting his head to look at the resentful Tigress, a hint of amusement in his expression: "Where's the Dragon Warrior? Did he come with you?"

"If that's the case, then I really despise him. Is he just a coward like you? Afraid of me at my peak too!"

As he spoke, his gaze swept across the surrounding mountains and forests.

Tigress strained to straighten her tongue, uttering each word with difficulty: "What...is...right in front of...you."

"you?"

Da Long raised an eyebrow, his expression changing from confusion to amusement.

Do you think I'm stupid?

I know you're not.

None of you are!

Da Long stood up.

"I heard that he descended from the sky, leaped into the venue, and was so confident and powerful that he was spotted by that old turtle guy at first glance!"

All five of you have practiced your kung fu in front of the tortoise for so many years, but it's all been useless. Even if you put yourselves together, you can't withstand that person's sudden appearance!

With just one glance, he made the tortoise abandon you all and decide to choose him as the Dragon Warrior!