Marvel Universe's Ultimate Martial Arts School

"What happened?" General Ross asked, looking at the soldiers who had fallen to the ground.

"Wind?" The colonel quickly contacted the assault team leader, but the result left him speechless. He then looked at his superior with some embarrassment: "They said a sudden gust of wind blew out of the office building..."

What kind of wind could blow dozens of assault team members off the wall, leaving none of them standing?

His soldiers are no pushovers!

General Ross knew something was amiss, perhaps some kind of small shockwave weapon.

I'd heard long ago that S.H.I.E.L.D. abandoned genetic experiments in order to develop a space carrier, but with the help of Stark Industries, they developed a lot of cutting-edge technologies. Maybe this is one of them.

And if this martial arts school really does have s.H.I.E.L.D. or NSA connections...

If the organization of illegal experiments is exposed, he will face charges from Congress, or even a military court.

Now it seems that whether it's because Banner has already reported him to them, or because they witnessed his arrest operation tonight, it's even more important not to leave this martial arts school untouched.

We must take them all down without their knowledge, and even if it goes to a military court, we must ensure they have no witnesses!

Before General Ross could finish his thought, the door to the office building inside was opened, and Bruce Banner walked out on his own.

"I am Bruce Banner!" he shouted, raising his hands. "Don't use force! I'll go back with you!"

General Ross sneered. It's no longer just about Banner's business.

He ignored Banner's surrender and instead whispered instructions into the microphone.

The sniper, who had been hiding on the opposite rooftop, pulled the trigger, and a syringe containing a powerful anesthetic flew toward Banner's shoulder at a speed of over 600 meters per second!

If we're going to take action, we need to subdue this guy first so he can't transform.

He felt an infrared beam scanning his body suddenly disappear; it was because the light spot had been obscured by a precision-guided bullet.

Banner's expression changed, but the next second...

Swish!

A gentle breeze swept by, and a figure stood steadily in front of him, holding a green syringe that had been shot at him in his right hand, while his left hand was behind his back.

Then, he flicked his thumb.

The slender syringe vanished instantly from his hand, disappearing into the darkness.

There was a loud thud, as if something had fallen from the third floor across the street and landed on the street with a thud.

"None of your business," the man said to Banner indifferently.

Banner paused, then looked closely.

The owner? Mr. Lin?

With a light tap of his toes, Lin Feng floated into the air, seemingly ready to face the fully armed army outside alone.

Banner's mouth dropped open: What is he going to do? Mr. Lin has no idea how cruel Ross is. Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin will be killed!

At this moment, many soldiers could be heard exclaiming in shock from the street.

Above the glass door of the martial arts school, a figure appeared silently, suspended in mid-air.

The searchlights on the armored vehicle immediately shone over.

This time everyone saw it clearly: the person was indeed hovering in the air, without using any tools!

General Ross was taken aback.

As a high-ranking military officer, he knew that there were many people in this world with supernatural abilities, and he had even seen them with his own eyes.

Not to mention anything else, Bruce Banner, who is still inside the gate at this moment, is one of them. His destructive power after his mutation is enough to be equivalent to a fully armed special forces unit!

But he had never actually seen anything that could fly without any external assistance.

Unless they are aliens, such as the Kree and Captain Marvel mentioned in military records of Project Pegasus.

However, given that the other party has a background with the National Security Bureau, it wouldn't be surprising if they were an alien.

It does not matter.

General Ross composed himself. Once he made up his mind, no one could ever change it, not even his superior or his own daughter!

Whether it can fly or not, as long as it still looks like a human being, there's no reason for it not to be afraid of bullets!

My only worry is that this flying creature will escape.

Since the decision has been made to raze this place to the ground, it is natural not to leave any future troubles or witnesses.

While keeping an eye on the suspended figure, he whispered into the microphone to order the armed helicopters to come quickly and join the aerial battle to prevent the enemy from escaping. Then he had the colonel bring a megaphone.

"No matter who you are! You are surrounded! This martial arts school is suspected of harboring military fugitives. I will investigate whether you had prior knowledge of this and give you the fairest trial!"

Ross shouted through the megaphone, intending to use negotiation and psychological tactics to buy a little time while waiting for the armed helicopters to arrive: "Now, surrender immediately, cooperate with the military investigation, and try to..."

Swish!

A streak of light flashed past and flew straight toward General Ross.

The next second, the megaphone in his hand suddenly went silent, then broke into two neat halves, sliding off his right hand and leaving only a bare megaphone handle.

Only then did the true form of that flowing light reveal itself.

But it turned out to be a throwing knife.

It looks very ordinary; it's the kind of Damascus steel knife that you can buy directly in the market. Including the handle, it's only about 15 centimeters long, which is just enough for peeling fruit.

But at that moment, the 'fruit knife' hovered silently, just one centimeter away from General Ross's lips.

The chilling, sharp aura emanating from above made General Ross feel as if his mouth was about to be slashed open.

He involuntarily swallowed the rest of his sentence, remaining in the same position holding the megaphone, not daring to move rashly.

Swish swish!

At this moment, the soldiers finally realized what was happening.

Countless infrared sights were aimed at the figure hovering in mid-air, the dense red dots making him appear as if he were emitting a red glow!

Lin Feng, however, didn't care at all.

He simply stared at the general and then said, "Climbing the wall and shooting tranquilizer darts, you've provoked the Extreme Martial Arts Academy twice."

"The authority of the Ultimate Martial Arts School cannot be challenged, whether you are the military or the government."

"Considering I was unaware of this and it's my first time doing this, if you leave with your people now, I can pretend nothing happened."

General Ross, the colonel, Banner, and even the hundreds of fully armed soldiers were all stunned.

To be honest, if it weren't for the dagger hovering in front of his mouth and pointing at him, General Ross felt he would have burst out laughing.

Where did this idiot come from?

Couldn't he see the dense array of infrared targeting dots on his body?

Didn't he realize that he was the one being surrounded?

Regardless of the military and the government, doesn't he know that New York, where he is located, is the territory of the most powerful country on the planet?

Even aliens wouldn't dare speak like that here!

Having experienced the battlefield, General Ross showed no fear as he faced the flying knife hovering in front of his mouth and felt its icy chill.

He pretended to look at the throwing knife with great interest, and even reached out to touch it.

There were no props or ropes or anything like that; this thing seemed to be truly controlled by the other party's will...

"An astonishing ability. Is it telekinesis? Or some other superpower?" He smiled and said, "You should be glad it stopped so smoothly. If that knife had gone even an inch further, your martial arts school would be in ruins by now!"

As General Ross spoke, he also used the searchlight to observe the Easterner's reaction.

However, the other party's face showed no change in expression, nor did they seem to intend to refute.

From a psychological perspective, if the other party does not refute his/her words during negotiations, it means that the other party has lost the momentum to argue and has given up all the interests that are at stake on the negotiating table.

That cold expression didn't necessarily mean he was afraid, but there was no doubt that his heart had wavered.

He'll have reservations!

General Ross wanted to laugh.

This seemingly mysterious Easterner clearly doesn't understand the psychological game of negotiation.

He chose to ignore the throwing knife, but also refrained from making any rash moves.

After all, while he was convinced that his soldiers could kill the enemy, General Ross had no doubt that the throwing knife could also severely injure or even kill him in an instant.

General Ross calmly turned around, walked steadily into the armored vehicle next to him, and then picked up the walkie-talkie on the combat vehicle, as if to give the order to retreat.

Looking back, they found that the throwing knife hadn't followed them; it remained where it had been.

They had moved away from the eerie throwing knife that had made their hearts pound, and they could already hear the buzzing of the propellers of an armed helicopter coming from not far away.

General Ross felt completely reassured.

He slammed the car door shut with a sharp snap, and inside the armored vehicle with its thick bulletproof layer, he spoke those cold words into the walkie-talkie.

"Fire!"