At night, the moon and stars are sparse and the breeze is cool.

On the streets of the Hell Canteen in New York, a young man walks alone on the street, his steps are idle and idle.

This is Matthew Williams, who has just returned from a visit to Peter Parker's home.

Yesterday, I was very excited to tell Peter the good news, and after learning that Matthew had been hired by the doctor, the hospitable Aunt May and Uncle Ben invited Alan to come to the house in the evening.

Spider-Man Peter Parker's parents died in an accident when he was a child. After that, Aunt May and Uncle Ben adopted Peter as their own, and even chose not to raise any more children of their own.

Aunt May is a kindergarten teacher, and her uncle is a salesman at Stark Industries, and the two are very friendly and kind. Among Peter's friends, compared to the coldness of the rich second-generation Harry, the two prefer the calm atmosphere and optimism of Matthew Williams, who greets everyone like a brother.

touched the several pieces of pizza in his stomach that had just been stuffed by Aunt Mei, and smiled bitterly. Aunt May had a great hand at cooking, and her favorite thing to do was to make all kinds of delicacies and force Uncle Ben and Peter to eat them.

Matthew shared a lot of firepower between the two of them today, and was forced to eat the food of the three people. The two families were not far apart, so Matthew decided to walk back and take a good walk.

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Recalling the mutation of the martial soul in the laboratory yesterday, his heart moved, and he silently recited the sentence "martial soul".

A little light appears in front of your eyes and quickly zooms in, turning into a translucent data frame, floating in front of you with a faint sense of light.

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Name: Matthew Williams

Race: Terran

Martial arts

Breathing

Northern Shengong: The first weight

Tips: Please increase the level of the Northern Spiritual Skill to activate more functions of the Martial Soul.

Tip: Explore more ways to use it on your own.

Matthew silently felt the majestic inner breath surging in his body while thinking about how to improve his strength. The martial soul prompted him to explore the use of internal breath on his own, which made him a little puzzled.

Inner breath is the foundation of Matthew's current strength. "Northern Spiritual Skill" absorbs the energy of the outside world, and after two weeks of internal life, it transforms it into internal breath. The blood and cells of the body, nourished by internal breath, continue to improve the vitality of life.

The internal breath is growing all the time, and it is gradually becoming vast and ethereal like a great river coming from the east, and the "Northern Shengong" is still constantly absorbing the energy and light rain in the air and transforming it into internal breath.

After a few days of continuous attempts, Matthew found that it was different from the "Northern Shengong" that only absorbed internal force in his memory. The "Northern Spiritual Skill" taught by the martial soul is more subtle and powerful, and can absorb all energy, including heat energy, electrical energy, etc., and can accommodate all rivers and rivers.

Thinking of the super abilities of the mutants he saw in the news, Matthew's mood to become stronger became even more determined. Now that the foundation is established, the next step is to find ways to tap the potential of the martial soul and improve his combat ability.

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Matthew pondered ways to improve his actual combat ability as he walked forward leisurely.

There is a shortcut road in front of you that leads to your home, but I don't know when the street lights on this road are broken and it is dark. Only the sporadic lights of the surrounding residents are faint through the windows.

Suddenly, there was a stumble of footsteps ahead. Then several figures sprang out. One person in front was desperately running away, and the three in the back were chasing closely, and the machete in his hand faintly reflected a little brilliance.

It happened suddenly, and I don't know what happened. Matthew didn't intend to make a rash move, so he took a step back, leaned to the side, hid in the shadows, and looked into the middle of the field.

Grant! It's Grant!

The man who was hunted down was none other than his own little Grant. Ward.

Grant. Ward's father and Matthew's police father, William Sr., are partners in the police force, and the two charge together, born and died for more than ten years, and are brothers who can be entrusted with life and death.

Matthew and Grant also grew up together and had a close relationship. When he grew up, Grant followed Ward Sr.'s arrangement and joined S.W.A.T. to continue as a police officer.

Later, Ward Sr. and William Sr. both died in one attendance, which had a great impact on Grant. In the days that followed, Grant had no intention of working, and spent all day and night drinking to kill his sorrows, fighting, and brawling. Fortunately, some old people in the police force did not fire Grant from public office for the sake of the face of the dead old Ward, but only allowed Grant to suspend his duties and rest.

Later, Grant perked up a little and prepared to travel for a while. Matthew was really relieved and planned to accompany him on the trip.

It was also a critical time to prepare for the Imperial State University admissions exams, and I didn't have time to take care of it. Grant suddenly left a letter one day, moved out of his original home, and has never been seen since.

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When Matthew recognizes Grant, he makes a quick decision and prepares to save people.

In the midst of the lightning, Matthew took a quick look at the terrain and environment. The surrounding environment was dim, and I thought of a countermeasure in an instant.

The body sank down, lowered the center of gravity, and quickly approached through the dim corners. At the same time, be careful not to let the dim light of the houses on both sides shine and shine on your own appearance.

This is to avoid being seen clearly in the future, which will bring a lot of follow-up troubles. Marvel water is very deep, and today's purpose is to save people, and you can't directly kill people.

The sky was dark, there was no bright moon in sight, and the four people who were chasing and fleeing did not expect that there would be someone hiding in the alley, and they had not yet found anyone approaching.

When the distance between the two sides was reduced to ten meters, Matthew stopped, shrunk against the wall, and hid in the darkest corner of the alley, his eyes fixed on the first thug.

Grant Ward dodged the slash from behind as hard as he could, dodging past Matthew's side. The thugs chasing behind him were full of hideous faces, and they were in hot pursuit.

Saying that it was too late, Matthew's mind moved, and the internal breath surging in his body went down his spine, turning into a critical hit that kicked the ground, pushing his speed to the extreme in an instant, like an arrow off the string.

The five fingers were put together into a palm, and a blow that imitated the memory of the "Lushan Ascending Dragon Tyrant" hit the chin of the thug in front of him. As soon as the thug who was hit went limp, he collapsed to the side.

The second thug behind him saw Matthew rushing towards him, smiled evilly, raised his right hand holding the knife and slashed it down. Matthew was not in a hurry, his back flicked, his feet exerted force, and he suddenly rushed to the side of the second thug.

His hands lifted up and grabbed his slashed wrists. The thigh muscles tensed, and the knee roared out and hit the lower abdomen of the thug in front of him.

The lower abdomen was the man's root, and the eyes of the thug who was hit bulged out, tears flowed, his body tightened, and he fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, two enemies were broken in a row, Matthew's momentum became more and more high, his mind became more and more constant, and the flow of internal breath became smoother and smoother.

With a quick flash, he circled to the side of the third thug. The internal breath went down the spine, the hand was like electricity, the power on the back and legs merged into the iron fist that was swung, and with a hard push, the thug's head hit the wall next to him, and with a dull crisp sound, the third thug also lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

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Hearing the sound of a machete falling behind him, Grant Ward stopped in amazement and looked back. I saw that the pursuers who were still aggressive just now fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, and they were already calm.

When he saw the figure coming out of the darkness, Grant's head was in a trance, and he even forgot the pain of the knife wound behind him, as if he was hallucinating.

How could it be Matthew?

Not seen for two years, Grant also knew that Matthew was studying at Imperial State University. Although I have the impression that I can't talk about being powerless, I am also polite, and it is not too much to say that I am a nerd. And today, between these few breaths, he shot out and let go of a few thugs who chased and slashed him with knives.

Matthew turned around, his momentum was high, his internal breath became more and more turbulent and majestic, his mind was certain, his internal breath was like a tide and the waves were calm, and all the waters returned to the abyss. He walked over briskly and waved his hand to the side, signaling Grant not to speak.

Suddenly, Matthew's eyes froze, and behind the alley was a residential building, with a winding escalator hanging from it.

At this time, above the escalator, there was a figure standing silently, not knowing whether it was friend or foe!