Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The thought appeared in both of their minds almost simultaneously.

Charles stepped into the main universe and had just released a telepathic signal towards China when his body went limp and he fainted on the spot.

Magneto Erik led hundreds of mutants straight to the border of China. Before the group even entered the country, they all collapsed to the ground, and none of them opened their eyes again.

"General Ross, giants aren't afraid of nuclear bombs. Send three giant squads over there," Nick said.

"Okay," Ross nodded in agreement.

Two hours later, a civilian airliner landed at the Myanmar airport. The cabin door opened, and three giants filed out, heading rapidly towards China.

With a hundred kilometers to go before the border, the three had not yet completed their transformation when their figures suddenly froze and then collapsed with a crash.

Victory or defeat can be decided in an instant. The difference between strong and weak lies not in the complexity of their moves, but in the overwhelming superiority of their opponents.

Superman or giants are gods in the eyes of ordinary people; but from the perspective of the cosmic sage Xiaobai, they are not even dust... magnified ten thousand times, they are still dust.

Lin Quan's original body is no longer in the world of Dragon and Snake Chronicles. The one who stayed there to guide Tang Zichen and Wang Chao in martial arts was an avatar that was separated from him in his early years.

At this moment, he was lying in his Paradise Island palace in the Iron Man universe, surrounded by Wanda, Natasha, Hippolyta, and Julia. The other women had been dismissed by him for 100 million Star Dollars each, and there were no more idle people on the island.

He casually set up several concealment arrays, fired a few shots at the shooting range, his shoulders and arms relaxed, his breathing crisp and clear. After showering and changing, he returned to the main universe and practiced the piano for half an hour as usual. As soon as it was time to leave work, his main body and clone quietly switched places.

When he reappeared, he was already in the world of Dragon and Snake Chronicles. He had dinner with Tang Zichen, and the two took a shower together. They then practiced a set of Xingyi Five Elements Fist in the courtyard.

Traveling between the three worlds was as natural to him as breathing.

"We've stayed in this world long enough. Let's take Zichen back to the main universe... there's no such thing as 'monogamy' there anymore."

A dozen days later, the two boarded a plane and left the country.

Tang Zichen's identity is clear and sharp: the leader of the Tang Clan, the core of a transnational smuggling chain, and the joint chief instructor of five top mercenary companies.

Lin Quan skimmed through the original "Romance of the Dragon and the Snake," his palms warming slightly. He immediately booked a ticket to Dongdao Island. Upon landing, he handed over the challenge, setting a date of three days.

Inside the martial arts arena, voices were hushed. Lin Quan suppressed seventy percent of his cultivation, engaging in a fierce battle with Takeda Kakuei for dozens of rounds before finally striking his opponent's chest with a palm strike.

The sound of bones cracking was crisp, blood splattered three feet, and Kakuei Takeda fell backward, motionless.

As one of the five great masters of the Eastern Island, Kakuei Takeda's downfall was tantamount to losing an arm.

Kikuki Ennosuke, Tamura Naoyoshi, and Ito Osamu stepped forward in unison, their gazes sharp as knives. Tang Zichen stood at the sidelines, her fingertips digging into her palms.

"The life-or-death contract is ready, let's go together." Lin Quan's tone was calm, as if he were talking about the weather.

The four men picked up their brushes and began to write; before the ink was even dry, the forest and springs were already stirred.

In less than three minutes, the four bodies went limp in succession, falling to the ground with muffled, synchronized thuds. The onlookers from the East Island were ashen-faced, but no one dared to intervene.

"The five grandmasters of the Eastern Island are nothing special."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left. The crowd behind him remained silent, their anger burning but helpless... The death penalty was written in black and white; they were outmatched and had nothing to say.

Lin Quan and Tang Zichen boarded a plane and left the island, heading to Southeast Asia.

Tang Suiyun and Tang Lianxi were picking someone up at the dock when, just as they looked up, their vision blurred and their bodies silently collapsed onto the concrete ground.

Both men were high-ranking officials in the CIA of Singapore and were also masters of Dan Jin (a martial arts technique). Lin Quan didn't ask a single question or even glance at them; he simply raised his hand and handed them over.

Afterwards, he accompanied Tang Zichen to a joint training camp. It was a place jointly established by five major mercenary groups: Hua Long, Black Mamba, Rattlesnake, BBN, and Poison Scorpion. Tang Zichen's name was engraved at the top of the list of all instructors.

"Brother Quan, what do you think?" she asked.

"My kung fu is mediocre, and my marksmanship is average," he answered readily.

More than a hundred fully armed mercenaries stood in formation, some gripping their gun belts tightly, others squinting, their faces full of defiance.

They admit their kung fu is bad; but their marksmanship? Who would believe that?

"Brother Quan, you even know about guns?" Tang Zichen raised an eyebrow.

"If there is only one person in the world worthy of being called the God of Guns... then it is me."

"Want to show off your skills?" she laughed.

"You really haven't seen it before?" he asked back.

"Be serious." She forced a smile.

"Okay." He reached for an assault rifle, raised the muzzle slightly, and lightly tapped it with his index finger.

He took out a coin, raised his hand, and tossed it into the air.

The coin traced a thin line, rising to a height of 400 meters, more than 300 meters above the ground.

Lin Quan released the safety, chambered the bullet, and repeatedly pulled the trigger.

The bullets whizzed through the air, each one grazing the edge of the coin.

After emptying a magazine, he quickly stepped forward and caught the falling coin.

He turned around and walked back, casually tossing the toss to Tang Zichen.

She looked down and saw that the coin had thirty shallow marks neatly embedded on its edge.

He paused for a moment, stunned.

The other trainees stared at the tagged coin in the head instructor's hand, and no one uttered a sound.

"At that accuracy, if GOD gets shot three times, he probably won't survive the fourth second," Lin Quan said.

"A master of internal energy can deflect bullets," Tang Zichen reminded him.

"Every living person has weaknesses. God didn't ascend; he's still made of flesh and blood. A pistol can't penetrate him, but an assault rifle can." He spoke calmly, as if reporting the weather. "If you hit a vital point, the bullet can bypass the protective energy."

Before she cultivated the Yin-Yang True Scripture, she was at the same level as GOD; her internal energy still had flaws, so GOD's could not possibly be flawless.

A regular pistol can only scratch the skin of someone with internal strength; a high-powered pistol can penetrate flesh and muscle; and the penetrating power of an assault rifle is enough to tear open the gas shield.

"Brother Quan, even an ordinary person with a gun can't stop a martial arts master within three zhang (approximately 10 meters)," Tang Zichen added.

"Then let's practice close-quarters combat." Lin Quan said, picking up a pistol, checking the gun, loading the bullet, inserting the magazine, and then taking out a coin and tucking it between his fingers.

He brought the gun close to the coin and pulled the trigger.

Clink, clink, clink... The crisp sounds were as dense as raindrops. The coin trembled several times before finally falling to the ground.

"In close combat, reaction time is key, not distance. Within three meters? If you strike first, even a master of Chinese martial arts can't dodge."

Can a person outrun a gun within seven steps?

Speed ​​depends on the person, not the length of the gun barrel.

A gun is essentially an extension of your hand; you don't need to hold it level, just keep the muzzle on the target.

Lin Quan will temporarily stay at the training camp to help Tang Zichen train this group of students.

Three hundred men, from five mercenary groups.

Just after nine o'clock in the morning, a woman walked into the camp gate.

Lin Quan's eyes twitched: Lin Yanan.

"Sister Chen... I'll have to trouble you with the hostage situation." She got straight to the point.

"Mm." Tang Zichen nodded.

"Zi Chen, were those three thousand-plus terrorists completely wiped out?" Lin Quan asked.

"All cleared?" She was taken aback.

"Just three thousand bullets." His expression remained unchanged.

"And who is this?" Lin Yanan asked, looking at him.

"My boyfriend, Lin Quan," Tang Zichen said with a smile.

"Brother Quan, you can... wipe out more than three thousand people all by yourself?"

"Ants piled up into a mountain, but when you step on them, it's still mud."

"Just rescue the hostages, don't commit any more killings," she said softly.

"Those who arrested us must be returned according to the rules."