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Silently, James turned his head and dodged the blow of the Neptune Trident, and his movements were manipulated by Aquaman, amplifying the undercurrent force a hundred times slower.

Like a traveler falling into the quicksand of a swamp, every struggle is heavy, and every move involves the torrent in the sea.

"Hehe, it would be nice if I could have this condition when I first practiced... Forget it, you can't really beat him to death. ”

James loosened his fist while meditating, but instead put the bone blade back, and while clenching his fists, the four blood-red energy arms behind his back also clenched their fists one by one, and his body was covered with black and red blazing marks, and he finally became serious.

Swish!

The trident stabbed again, stopping a few inches in front of James's eyebrows, and the two arms behind him firmly clamped the sharp edges on both sides of the halberd, and even the Neptune trident, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, was slightly twisted.

As the symbol of the royal power of the Kingdom of Atlantis, the king of Atlantis has been passed down from generation to generation, and if you hold it, you can give orders to all the people under the sea, and have the power to control the sea, set off storms and waves, and create tsunamis.

Half of Namor's skills are based on the blessing of the trident.

He saw that James had actually given birth to four energy arms that were like substance behind him, and his strength had skyrocketed several times, so that the infinite undercurrent of the sea could no longer restrain him.

Namor couldn't help but worry that his trident would be destroyed, so he withdrew his halberd and threw a punch.

Bang!

The invisible waves caused by the impact of the infinite force under the ocean spread all the way to the surface of the sea, and Namor's fist was firmly clasped by James, who looked at the "Wolf Emperor" from close range and grinned, and slowly raised his other hand to return the punch.

Rumble......

The dull roar was like the earth moving in the depths of the sea, and Namor seemed to see the stars in the sky, and he shook his head and slammed it with another punch.

Boom, boom, boom...

The trident had long since fallen from his hands and stuck in a black rock in the trench, and James pressed Namor into the seabed with fists one after another.

The solid continental shelf on the seabed is like a huge crater smashed by a meteorite on the surface of the earth, and the waves of a waterfall above the sea surface are actually caused by fluctuations transmitted from the sea at a depth of thousands of meters.

"It's still durable..."

James threw hundreds of punches wantonly, and the paralyzed Namor was already unconscious, and for the first time in his life, he was in the sea and was fainted by the life hammer.

James grabbed Namor's calf, pulled out his trident and soared upwards...

.........

"It's coming! It's out, it's out..."

The mirror image between the palaces finally reappeared, and after the two of them dived into the deep sea to fight, everyone who watched the battle through the spell could only see the monstrous waves that were constantly surging and exploding, so as to guess the battle situation below.

"Sure enough... Isn't this king of Atlantis, who can control the power of the sea..."

People looked at James Howlett who rushed out of the water, holding a halberd in one hand and Namor, the king of the sea who had passed out in the other, looking like he had done enough exercise and was physically and mentally comfortable.

Asa Zuo threw out the spatial portal at the right time, and once again joined the two places, watching as Daddy threw Namor to the ground, and the trident was also thrown beside him and inserted into the stone bricks.

"Whew... After a few days of sleep, I still loosen my muscles and bones. ”

James twisted his neck, looked at the people below and asked directly without subtlety:

"Who else is not convinced?"

After a long silence, James scanned the hundreds of transcendents in the white, black, and even gray worlds.

Finally, Wenwu started to perform a Chinese fist salute and said loudly:

"Mr. Howlett, Xu Wenwu knows that he is not your opponent, but he still wants to feel the power of 'breaking the void and seeing that the gods are not bad'!"

"Huh? Okay, it's a practitioner. ”

James landed in front of Wenwu from mid-air, listening to him speak Huaxia and have a lot of insight into martial arts.

The contemporary "Iron Fist" on the other side trembled his arms, and the bright yellow light surged up and his fists were about to step out, but they were grabbed by the arm of the master Lei Gong behind him.

"Little Orson, although this is not what Master should say... But there is no point in fighting with this one... In front of him, Kunlun's inheritance is afraid to..."

Orson Randall had never seen Master Lei Gong so lonely, his thick body like a grinding disc seemed to be hollowed out, and he looked at the "Wolf Emperor" in a daze for a long time before he regained his strength.

"The people of my generation who practice martial arts pursue self-improvement! But for thousands of years... Whether it's Kunlun or Tarot, even if it's that civil and military, he only relies on external forces to gain power beyond the limits of human beings, but this Mr. Howlett... He has truly embarked on a path of 'becoming a god' that everyone can work hard for! We-"

"Master Lei Gong."

Iron Fist Randall gently pushed away Lei Gong's thick palm, his eyes surging with scorching intent, and he said angrily:

"That's why I want to feel his power for myself, we may have gone the wrong way, but if we don't even have the courage to swing our fists, then we really don't deserve to be a martial artist."

"Iron Fist! Orson Randall, too, wants to learn Mr. Howlett's claws! ”

Boom!

Wenwu and Iron Fist stood in front of James on the left and right, and the two looked at each other and turned their heads, not deciding who should go first.

"For more than 100 years... I've always wanted to see what the other martial arts paths in this world are like, let's come together, I will control my power, only fight moves, not skills. ”

Whew...

Between the vibrations of the arms, the ten rings of gold and iron resonated with blue lightning, and the dragon-shaped emblem of the scar on the chest of the iron fist burned out of thin air, and the fists surged with condensed "qi", and they also squatted down and opened the posture.

The two of them smashed the masonry almost simultaneously, and threw their fists upward, each striking James from one side.

.........

"If you don't count the teacher's flesh and blood secret technique, the level of these two should be about the same as you and me."

Bucky whispered to Steve, judging from the strength of the civil and iron fists, he was a person with excellent individual combat ability, but even so, the two could only barely beat one of James Howlett's hands.

He didn't release the bone blade, and rarely used his fist palm kung fu to fight with the two, each hand punched out a different way, moving the block to parry the stormy attacks of civil and military and iron fists.

The boxing of the iron fist is similar to the Shaolin boxing and the white crane boxing in the previous life, while the kung fu of the civil and military forces is more quaint, and there are some traces of the mother fist of the national arts, but they are only boxing and have no fist strength.

The martial arts' ability to control qi and blood, and the ability to control the skin, muscles, and bones that can really improve the level of life essence are all overshadowed by the extra power they have gained.

"There is no tangible form, and after getting used to the power given from the outside, we forget to develop our own potential..."