Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Wanda remained silent, only gazing quietly at Chung Kwok-hung with clear and resolute eyes.

"The Radiant Sun Squad?" Eric frowned slightly.

"I just set it up," Chung Kwok-hung said with a smile.

"Are you a mutant too?"

"Purely human." He shook his head.

"What right does a mortal have to lead mutants?" Eric's tone suddenly turned sharp.

Zhong Guohong met his gaze and said clearly, "We won't get involved in your old score with Charles; nor are we in charge of mediating the fraternity's grievances with the world."

Eric's eyes narrowed, and Riven instantly leaped into the air!

Chung Kwok-hung delivered a backhand strike with a powerful, knife-like palm strike—Raven coughed up blood and slid back three meters before crashing into the door frame.

Eric's pupils constricted, the magnetic field suddenly exploded, and the iron gate, signboard, and lamppost all roared off the ground!

Zhong Guohong pressed down with his divine sense, and the metallic swirling around him abruptly stopped. He then closed in and delivered a punch to Eric's chest—Eric tasted blood in his throat and staggered to his knees. Zhong Guohong then grabbed him by the neck and kicked him off the ground. Zhong Guohong's lips curled into a slight smile: "Eric, how about we take a gamble—should I warm up before I kill you?"

"Stop!" Raven screamed.

Chung Kwok-hung released his grip, and Eric crashed heavily onto the blue brick floor.

"The Radiant Sun Squad and the Brotherhood should go their separate ways and have nothing to do with each other."

The West was in complete chaos, and as long as it didn't spill at his feet, Chung Kwok-hung wouldn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

In this Marvel universe, immortals roam everywhere, so who cares about others?

Dealing with Magneto now would be a piece of cake, but no one can guarantee that he won't come back to life.

With his psychic powers, divine sense, and Yin-Yang true energy, Chung Kwok-hung's bones and muscles were as strong as steel, and his flesh and blood as tough as iron. His combat strength had already far surpassed Eric's at this point.

Even if one's own cultivation level is not enough to suppress the opponent, the treasure basin alone can crush him into dust.

Small mushrooms and big mushrooms were thrown out all at once. A person crawled into the replica Earth, and the mushrooms exploded in mid-air, turning Magneto into ashes on the spot.

Chung Kwok-hung will never reveal his hand unless it's a life-or-death situation.

Eric pushed himself up from the ground, swallowing back his surging anger, and said in a deep voice, "Wanda and Pitnor are both mutants, and sooner or later they will be targeted by ordinary people... Trask Industries' methods are much more ruthless than you can imagine."

"Many of our compatriots have already been dissected and studied by them," Raven added coldly.

"Besides Trask... William Stryker is also hunting down mutants all over the world," Eric added.

"The Radiant Sun Squad will never join the Brotherhood," Chung Kwok-hung said decisively.

"We can join forces," Eric said, extending an olive branch.

"The Brotherhood has made too many enemies. If we ally ourselves with you, it's like pouring oil on our own heads," Chung Kwok-hung shook his head in rejection.

A group of mutants who have broken ties with humanity are destined for constant turmoil and peril.

"Raven, let's go." Eric turned and left.

S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Director's office.

"Director Nick." Natasha knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Go in," Nick replied in a low voice.

Natasha walked quickly to the desk and stood still.

"Magneto and Mystique went to that Sichuan restaurant in Abraham..." Nick handed over a few photos.

"I'll be right there." Natasha nodded in agreement.

After obtaining the Tesseract, S.H.I.E.L.D. created a bunch of cutting-edge equipment.

Magneto's Brotherhood and Charles's mutant academy are both under the watchful eye of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury was slightly suspicious when he saw Eric sitting in a closed Sichuan restaurant for more than half an hour.

Natasha left headquarters and sped off towards Abraham.

After seeing Magneto and Mystique off, Chung Kwok-hung quietly took blood samples from both of them and copied them along with Magneto's helmet. He then went upstairs to continue training Wanda and Piteno in their attack techniques.

As for whether Wanda and her brother were Eric's biological father, he couldn't be bothered to find out.

Upon arriving in Abraham, Natasha rented an apartment across from a Sichuan restaurant.

Charles, who has been keeping a close eye on Raven's whereabouts, has sent Wolverine and Storm out to recruit new talent.

After dinner, Chung Kwok-hung and Wanda practiced their martial arts behind closed doors.

After a long while, Wanda collapsed on the mat, barely breathing, and raised her hands in surrender.

He fell asleep to the warmth and softness of her body until the first light of dawn, when he suddenly sat up.

After changing my clothes, I went downstairs and headed straight into the kitchen.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, when no one was around, he raised his hand and conjured three bowls of piping hot beef noodles.

Lin Quan called out loudly, "Wanda, Piteno, come down for dinner!"

After breakfast, everyone went upstairs to practice martial arts.

Noticing a pair of eyes secretly glancing in their direction, Chung Kwok-hung pretended not to see them.

Just after 3 p.m., Wolverine and Storm were already downstairs knocking on the door.

Zhong Guohong opened the door, glanced at the two of them, and raised an eyebrow slightly: "What is it?"

Typhoon Onoro Monroe, dressed in a black leather outfit, has a tall and well-proportioned figure that makes countless women secretly envious; her short, silver-white hair is neat and refreshing, her bronze skin has a healthy glow, and her waistline is slender and just right.

"Would it be convenient to go inside and talk?" Storm asked.

"Please." Chung Kwok-hung stepped aside.

"Are you a mutant too?" Wolverine Logan Howlett asked bluntly.

"Interpret it however you like," Chung Kwok-hung said, not denying it.

"Could you please have the other two come down?" Logan asked again.

"Wanda, Piteno, assemble on the first floor," Chung Kwok-hung called out from upstairs.

"Coming!" Wanda answered crisply, grabbed Piteno's hand, and went downstairs with light steps.

"Let me formally introduce you—X-Team, Wolverine, Logan Howlett."

"X-Squad, Storm, Honorro Monroe."

"Chung Kwok-hung, Wanda Maksilov, Petrno Maksilov."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chung Kwok-hung looked up and stared directly at him, his tone crisp: "Get to the point, don't beat around the bush."

"Professor Charles would like to invite you to join Team X," Logan said in a deep voice.

"Sure—if you beat me, I'll open all the doors to you." Chung Kwok-hung's eyes flashed, and he blurted out.

"Find an empty space." Logan didn't waste any words.

The five of them crossed the town and plunged into the pine forest on the outskirts.

Logan, before transforming, had just gotten into a fighting stance when Zhong Guohong delivered a powerful punch that made his throat taste bloody and caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

With a slight thought, a drop of Wolverine's blood, gleaming with a cold metallic light, quietly appeared in the replica Earth.

Logan flipped and leaped into the air, his finger bones snapping open three pairs of cold blades that tore through the air with their claws.

Chung Kwok-hung's thoughts shifted again, and the Adamantium alloy had solidified into a palm-sized piece, lying heavily deep within his consciousness.

Even with claws in hand and flames burning in his body, Logan was still being overwhelmed by Chung Kwok-hung—he was a beat slower and a fraction weaker, but his body remained completely healed.

In his past life, he used tigers, leopards, and bears as sparring partners. His moves were soaked in blood and sweat, and his experience was etched into his bones.

He unleashed a hidden force that penetrated his body, confident that he could shatter the opponent's internal organs with a single blow.

An adamantium-clad skeleton? Impenetrable to bones, indestructible to internal organs? He didn't believe it.

They didn't believe that a body reduced to a steel skeleton could snatch a breath back from the clutches of the King of Hell.