Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Chung Kwok-hung tried to replicate the superpower, repeatedly sensing it on the Enchantress and her brother, but he couldn't detect even the slightest fluctuation.

Deadshot Floyd's bullets were like meat, but when they hit the high-temperature air barrier, they all turned to ashes.

When I first watched the movie, Chung Kwok-hung couldn't understand how the older brother could have been killed in the explosion.

Seeing the suicide squad about to be crushed into mincemeat, he stepped forward and asked in a flat voice, "Need a hand?"

"Who are you?" Freud squinted.

"Dragon Man?" Rick Flag's eyes lit up.

Zhong Guohong flashed forward, his palm wind wrapped in crimson flames striking out at her face.

The Vermilion Bird True Fire ignited instantly, and the Enchantress Brother turned to ashes on the spot.

With another step, he was already in front of the Enchantress, his five fingers reaching out straight for her heart.

With a gentle squeeze, the soul shattered inch by inch, vanishing into thin air.

The Northern Darkness Divine Power version was operating at full capacity, absorbing and refining the power of lightning like a stream flowing into the sea.

In an instant, the dark clouds dissipated, the thunder vanished, and the world returned to its clear state.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled a long puff of white smoke, hopped on his motorcycle, and sped away.

"A witch who can barely maintain her physical form dares to dream of ruling Marvel's Earth?"

Deadshot Floyd and Harley Quinn are both made of flesh and blood; their ability to team up and take down the vengeful demon Chato was due to luck and chaos, not strength—Chato was far inferior to Johnny Blaze.

Even if Chung Kwok-hung stood by and did nothing, any random name from Marvel Earth—Magneto, Erik, Doctor Strange, Sentinel—could easily crush the Enchantress and her brother into dust with a flick of their finger.

The spirits here cannot withstand real physical impact.

Chung Kwok-hung rode his motorcycle through the streets, his divine sense spreading out like a net, quietly sweeping across all directions.

"Beautiful face, alluring figure, and superpowers."

Half an hour later, he precisely locked onto the scent of Poison Ivy Pamela Lillian.

No matter how beautiful the rose is, it cannot pierce his tough, steel-like skin.

He parked his motorcycle outside her apartment and knocked three times.

"Who?" Pamela frowned slightly, her fingertips already secretly entwining with vines.

"Beautiful lady..." Chung Kwok-hung said without batting an eye.

"I don't know you." She raised her hand to close the door.

He wasn't annoyed. He turned around, got on his motorcycle, and with a roar of the engine, sped away.

After punishing evildoers for a few hours, he went home for a good night's sleep; after finishing his morning exercise, he wandered into Gotham City.

This time, carrying a newly made "gift" in his pocket, he visited again.

After three or four days of persistent pleading, Pamela, who lives alone, finally relented.

Pamela, even without her superpowers, is one of the most dazzling characters in the Marvel Universe.

Western women have always been straightforward and outgoing, never coy or pretentious.

After practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture once, Zhong Guohong awakened the art of controlling wood—which can both promote the growth of plants and twist vines, and also condense two completely different toxins: one that corrodes bones and flesh, and the other that disturbs the mind and spirit.

Upon closer examination, Pamela's ability to control poisonous miasma and manipulate plants originates from the power of the wood element.

If he encounters a beautiful woman who catches his eye, Chung Kwok-hung will not hesitate to study the true scriptures together; if the other party does not suit his taste, he will simply and decisively replicate her abilities.

"Pamela, this is the Super Soldier Serum. Here's an injection for you."

He took out a syringe that gleamed with a cold, bluish light and steadily injected it into her forearm vein.

His divine sense swept over her entire body like water, but he found no abnormal fluctuations.

For the next ten days or so, he practically lived in Gotham—only returning to Sunrise Manor to practice his skills in the mornings and evenings, spending the rest of his time in the crime-ridden streets.

With each injection of serum, Pamela's aura rose steadily, her bones and muscles became increasingly resilient, and the toxins became even more unpredictable and difficult to guard against.

Based on the clues she provided, Chung Kwok-hung accurately identified the targets and eliminated them one by one.

All the perpetrators who oppressed the Chinese were eliminated without exception; while criminals who had no connection with the Chinese were occasionally spared, as if leaving them some leeway.

After stirring up trouble in Gotham for over a month, he boarded a flying motorcycle, carrying Pamela back through the air, and landed at Sunrise Manor.

After several days of intense and exhilarating dual cultivation, he once again launched a mind scan, covering the entire globe.

"The Ghost Legion's technology will come in handy sooner or later."

The moment the thought arose, the other person vanished into thin air.

A moment later, he returned to the villa with the complete set of Ghost Equipment blueprints and handed the information to Xiaobai, who was stationed there.

"Once Zola finishes the serum experiments, let him focus on the Ghost Transformation project."

He had a vague feeling that this technology involved the very essence of the soul.

With Zola's intellect, coupled with the current mature cloning system, he could theoretically create an immortal ghost clone.

Test it on a living person? He's not that cold-blooded.

The manor has a fully automated cloning production line underground, and Ghost Warriors can be forged using clones.

He wasn't fixated on whether or not he became a warrior; what he truly cared about was the soul itself.

If he could decipher the mysteries of the soul, it would be of immeasurable value to him.

For example—can we use technology to refine our own soul?

Psychic power, spiritual power, and divine power are all, in essence, different manifestations of the power of the soul.

The strength of your soul directly determines how much of this kind of power you can control.

The fact that the elusive warriors in the Ghost Base are afraid of iron filings and pulse weapons does not mean that the technology is useless.

Even the smallest idea, if placed in the right context, can create a huge wave.

Zola had his consciousness etched into a mechanical body over seventy years ago, and now, with the addition of a cloned body, he could theoretically transform into countless beings and live an inexhaustible lifespan.

The collapse of the London Temple and the destruction of the New York Temple—Chung Kwok-hung didn't even blink at these events.

Whitebeard is all over the world; except for a very few shielded areas, the entire Marvel universe is under his watchful eye.

As the master of Xiaobai, he has keen eyes and ears, and his information travels faster than the wind.

"Having transmigrated to this world for over twenty years, it's time to show my true colors."

When he first arrived in this world, he was only seventeen years old.

In about twenty days, I will be exactly forty.

He hasn't had a moment's peace since the day he confirmed that this was the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

To prevent Galactus from shattering the starry sea, Dormammu from tearing apart dimensions, and Thanos from snapping his fingers and causing the world to collapse, he cultivated diligently day and night, never daring to slack off for a moment.

While others spend ten years honing their swords, he has been sharpening his blade for nearly twenty years.

"Although the Ancient One's physical body perished, her soul became even more solidified, and her combat power surpassed that of the past."

Kaecilius stabbed the Ancient One in the chest in front of countless people.

But Chung Kwok-hung clearly sensed that she was not dead; her soul fire was burning brightly, even calmer and sharper than when she was alive.

Perhaps she has been the Sage Supreme for too long and is weary; or perhaps she is personally handing the scepter to the next gatekeeper.

How could an old master who was skilled in divination and magic be killed by his own disciple with a single blow?

After a brief exchange with Wanda and the others, he jumped onto his motorcycle, the engine roared, and he headed straight for Hong Kong.

Hong Kong is China's Hong Kong; it's not for these alien scum to run wild!

In less than half a day, Casillas led his forces to sweep through the Hong Kong Temple, shattering bricks and tiles, dismantling the barrier, and even tearing apart the earth's spiritual veins.