American comics: I gradually replicate everything

"Did he come with you?"

"If that's the case, then I really despise him. He's just a coward like you, afraid of me at my peak!"

As he spoke, Da Long's gaze swept across the surrounding mountains and forests.

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

"Who? You mean you?"

Da Long raised an eyebrow, stood up, and his expression changed from puzzled to amused.

Do you think I'm stupid?

I know you're not.

None of you are!

He paced a few steps, turned his back to them, and looked towards the Valley of Peace.

"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 the years of kung fu training you five have done in front of the tortoise are useless; even combined, you can't withstand that person's sudden appearance!

With just one glance, he made the tortoise abandon you, discarding you like trash.

As he said this, he turned his head to the side, a hint of mockery on his lips.

"At that time, Master's face must have looked terrible, right?"

He was too cowardly to say anything, wasn't he?

That's your master, our master!

He didn't.

Qiao Xiaolong lay on the ground, unable to move, and raised his voice.

"He argued vehemently with Master Oogway, and he even attacked Van Cane for our sake, but... but Master lost..."

Da Long stopped in his tracks.

He stood there, his back to Qiao Xiaolong, motionless.

There was a silence for several seconds.

Then he slowly turned around, and the expression on his face changed.

The cold, disdainful mockery vanished, replaced by an ugly, complex expression—gloomy, obscure, with something churning deep within his eyes.

"What did you say?"

Da Long lowered his voice.

Qiao Xiaolong didn't answer; she was too exhausted to say anything more.

Da Long stood there, as if chewing on something hard to swallow, and muttered something softly, but everyone heard it.

"Back then... he didn't go to this extent for me."

The wind blew up from the valley, causing the dilapidated pier to sway slightly.

Da Long quickly raised his head, the complex expression on his face completely gone, replaced by a chilling sneer.

"Van Kent, is the Dragon Warrior's name Van Kent?"

He mumbled the name over and over in his mouth.

"He defeated his master?"

Yes, I've heard about it along the way. He's a rare master, and no one has ever seen such a genius as him.

"Perhaps he could be my rival."

The dragon faced the valley, arms outstretched, the mountain wind ruffling his hair, giving him a somewhat wild appearance.

"Our duel will become a legend many years from now."

People will tell the story of how the real Dragon Warrior defeated the guy who briefly stole his place and reclaimed the Dragon Scroll himself.

"You're dreaming."

The golden monkey lay on the ground, shouting incoherently.

"Vancan will definitely beat you. Unlike you, he doesn't value the Dragon Scroll as much, and besides, he received Master Oogway's true teachings!"

"The true teachings of the tortoise?"

By the way, I heard that old man is dead, right?

Da Long turned his head slightly, a cold smile on his lips. The nonchalant confidence he exuded as he spoke sent chills down the spines of the Tigress and her companions.

"He's still not at peace even in death, and he's left me with a lot of trouble."

"But that's alright, let's wait and see who the real Dragon Warrior is!"

He took a few steps forward, then stopped.

"I won't kill you."

Da Long didn't turn around; his voice came from ahead, carrying a condescending contempt.

"You are not worthy to die by my hand."

He paused, a hint of something indescribable creeping into his voice: "It's truly laughable. You are actually... my fellow disciples."

As the last word fell, his figure disappeared at the end of the pier.

The wind blew, and the dilapidated pier creaked.

Tigress lay on the ground, her eyes fixed on the direction where the dragon had disappeared, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Anger, frustration, resentment, and a deep sense of powerlessness overwhelmed her like a tide.

Five people, and they didn't even manage to inflict the slightest injury on Da Long.

All they can do now is lie on the cold pier and wait for their stiff bodies to gradually recover.

Da Long's kung fu is terrifying.

"Now it might just be up to you, Van Can."

……

"Vanken, are you watching?!"

"Pay attention, Vancan!"

The atmosphere in the practice room was somewhat subtle.

"Watch closely, this is the Cloud Piercing Hand."

Master Raccoon meticulously practiced the skills from the Thousand Scrolls of Kung Fu.

He moved slightly, his hands moving like butterflies flitting among flowers, or like serpents emerging from their holes, his fingers and palms flashing with a sharp sound as they cut through the wind, aiming straight for the empty space in front of him, as if to pierce through the clouds.

"Next set."

Van Ken's slightly lazy and casual voice rang out.

"This is... the mountain behind you has collapsed."

Master Raccoon suddenly changed his moves, lowering his shoulders and elbows, his entire body like a taut bowstring suddenly released, carrying a savage and domineering impact force, even treading a shallow pit in the sand beneath his feet.

"Good, next set."

"The gentle breeze caresses the willow branches."

Master Raccoon spun lightly on his feet, his arms stretching out like supple willow branches, tracing smooth arcs. Seemingly gentle and weak, they protected his entire body perfectly, and the airflow he generated stirred up the fine sand on the ground.

"Vancan, what are you doing?"

"What...what happened to me?"

Van Can had moved a chair there at some point and was sitting in the shade against the wall of the practice room. There was a small table in front of him with a pot of freshly brewed tea on it.

He leisurely picked up his teacup, blew on the steam, took a sip, and comfortably squinted his eyes, as if savoring the aroma of the tea, or perhaps... admiring Master Raccoon's kung fu performance.

Now look what happened! What was supposed to be a master teaching a disciple has turned into a test of the disciple's skills!

If you didn't know better, you'd think Van Ken was the master inspecting his disciple's training results.

Master Raccoon finished another set of Mandarin Duck Legs, stopped and stood still, sweat beading on his forehead.

He took a breath and finally couldn't hold back any longer. He turned to look at the person sitting leisurely in the chair, his anger barely contained.

I take back my previous assessment of your former master!

It's already quite impressive that he was able to lay such a foundation for you!

You...you're just too lazy.

Have you really mastered all the skills I taught you?!

It turned out that after he started teaching the martial arts from the thousand-volume kung fu book that day, Van Ken stopped practicing after the first day.

He simply had Master Raccoon demonstrate in front of him. After watching it once, Master Raccoon nodded, indicating that it was good enough and it was time for the next routine.

By now, Master Raccoon has almost finished practicing the entire Thousand Scrolls of Kung Fu, but he hasn't seen Van Ken seriously practice martial arts for several days!

They're either drinking tea, resting with their eyes closed, or at most getting up to move their hands and feet.

Van Ken put down his teacup.

"Believe me, I've learned it, there's no need to practice it again."

Practicing martial arts from morning till night is exhausting. Da Long could come at any moment, so I need to conserve my energy and stay in top condition, right?