Marvel Superheroes in China

"Oh my God, he killed someone!"

"Xu Dong, he's just dead like that?"

"Isn't that too fast?"

"..."

Everyone around was silent, trembling with fear.

The young martial artist smiled, casually drew his longsword, slung it back over his shoulder, and turned to leave. He continued walking and chatting with his companions, as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, a concerned citizen shouted, "Hey, you...you've killed someone!"

The young man suddenly turned around: "So what?"

"You...you can't leave."

The young man scoffed, turned, and left. Murder?

No, martial artists generally don't kill people, unless they are ruthless killers.

But if someone provokes you and demands a spar, then the martial artist won't hold back.

A reporter shouted, "Who are you?"

The young man's voice drifted from afar: "In the Yang family of Bao City, I'm just someone responsible for buying groceries and cooking at the outer gate. I'm nobody. Of course, you're not worthy to know my name."

After speaking, his figure gradually disappeared...

A moment later, amidst the astonishment and uncertainty of the crowd, police arrived, dug Xu Dong out of the ground with a shovel, put him in a body bag, and hastily cremated him...

This incident was not reported in the news.

However, everyone in Xianyang knew that Xu Dong was dead!

He died after provoking a martial artist.

The person who killed him was not a big shot, but a disciple of the Yang family in Baocheng who was responsible for buying groceries and cooking.

A random passerby, with a casual palm strike, killed Xu Dong, who had been making a huge fuss online not long ago!

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Countless people began to fear the true strength of martial artists.

Countless people began to speculate.

Amidst such speculation, the Southwest Grand Competition officially kicked off!

The first day featured the "Muscles and Bones Resonating" martial arts competition. The official announcement stated that the competition would conclude within one day, and the second-best "Muscles and Bones Resonating" martial artist in the Southwest would be selected within the same day. (The first-best was Qin Wu.)

On the first day, 200,000 people attended!

The battle ended one day later.

There is no strongest!

All the Chinese viewers fell silent.

During the live stream, they witnessed a fierce battle between powerful individuals whose bones and muscles resonated with power. That was a real battle!

A bloody battle!

One martial artist was knocked halfway through his body, yet he fought on fiercely and ultimately turned the tables!

A martial artist cleaved several cracks in the arena with a single strike, only to be beheaded and killed!

In the final match, the two martial artists, vying for the title of strongest, blew each other's heads off, dying simultaneously. A draw!

This time, the whole country fell silent.

The mortality rate is as high as 40%!

Is this what battles between martial artists are like?

(It's all done)

It was merely a sound of bones and muscles resonating.

For the first time, ordinary viewers witnessed a battle between martial artists...

It was more brutal, more terrifying, and more ruthless than imagined. Sometimes, without slow-motion replays, ordinary people couldn't even see the martial artist's figure or speed...

Amidst nationwide silence, the next day arrived in Toto.

Internal Strength Group Battle.

It will take two days!

The venue opened early in the morning. The number of attendees reached 400,000!

Compared to yesterday's excitement, today's audience seemed somewhat subdued. Because they had witnessed murder firsthand, witnessed bloodshed!

“¨¨……”

Get dressed, fasten your belt, and comb your hair neatly.

Qin Wu stepped out of the Xianyang Grand Hotel, gazing at the venue not far away, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes: "My turn..."

Chapter 102: Livening Up the Atmosphere

Today, the entire venue was packed. Four hundred thousand people, not a single seat was occupied.

But it's no longer the same scene as yesterday, like supporting a pop star's concert, with people holding up glow sticks and LED light boards to cheer on their favorite martial artists.

No more.

Never again.

After yesterday's events, audiences across the country fell into a brief silence.

Online and in real life, countless ordinary people are deeply discussing:

"Does being a martial artist mean you have to kill?"

"Don't martial artists value other people's lives, or even their own?"

"Why is it different from traditional fighting?"

"Actually, I can accept one or two deaths in a fight between martial artists. But yesterday, the death rate was forty percent! Should I continue to be a martial artist?"

"This is the world of martial artists... Mortals don't understand. No wonder Chinese martial artists have never dwelt in the world, never bothered to communicate with mortals. Because there's nothing to communicate with. Every one of them lives with their head hanging on their belt. They're either just finished fighting, on their way to fighting, or improving their strength, preparing for the next battle. I am not worthy to dream of becoming a martial artist!"

"Sigh, these people... how heroic!"

"That woman was so fierce in yesterday's fight. She was beaten down to only half her body, and the referee even said she should admit defeat. But she refused to admit defeat until she died!"

"Ugh, I feel so pent up inside, I can't let it out. It's so painful."

"..."

Countless people are discussing it.

Countless people fell silent.

I once heard that martial artists were noble and had special privileges.

I've heard that martial artists are superior to ordinary people.

Countless people dream of becoming martial artists, hoping for that lucky break. But now, 70% of them have given up.

Am I worthy of being called a martial artist?

Am I worthy to be a martial artist? (cccc)

This reflects the sentiments of the majority of ordinary people.

Do I have the courage to put myself in a do-or-die situation and then survive?

Am I brave enough to risk my life in battle?

I do not deserve!

Not everyone is qualified to be a martial artist.

Yesterday, the young man who killed Xu Dong had a certain negative impact. Many people said he was too arrogant and looked down on others.

That line, 'Ordinary people don't deserve to know my name.'

Now that people understand, many have come to terms with it. Yes, those who don't even value their lives are just fighting for the sake of fighting. What right do ordinary people have to communicate with them?

Qin Wu entered the venue and saw the somber atmosphere of the competition. He couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.

Mortals, oh mortals.

I don't understand why the government would publicly acknowledge the existence of martial artists. What benefit would it bring to ordinary people? What would it give them besides pressure?

Qin Wu couldn't figure this out; he hadn't yet reached that level...

Meanwhile, Qin Wu was not the only one filled with emotion.

Inside the private room, some people were also expressing their feelings.

Wu Huida stood to the side, holding a teapot, looking somewhat fearfully at Chen Baima, the Western Garrison Commander, who sat on the sofa with a gloomy face.

After a moment, Chen Baima said coldly, "Look at these mortals, how much they resemble a group of ants."