The battle hall used for training by the Templar resembles a lost civilization in an underground cavern.

Towering dark boulders form the base of the palace, with pillars hugging each other supporting the dome carved with obscure lines, and a near-circular training ground surrounded by dormant metal pods filled with powerful creatures for daily combat training.

When James stepped on the bridge and walked into the battle hall, the two adopted daughters of the "Mad Titans" had been training and fighting inside for a long time.

Gamora held a two-handed broadsword, his breath was still steady, and the Nebula on the opposite side was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a one-handed blade with lightning in each hand, and a modified metal arm was already glowing with electricity, barely able to hold the weapon in his hand.

The two did not stop the confrontation because of James's appearance, and their eyes were still staring at each other.

Nebula's mechanical arm suddenly twisted from the lower arm to extend a chain, and stabbed Gamora with a short-stick weapon in his hand, and at the same time lunged forward, slashing upwards with all his might.

"Emotional, and I haven't found the direction of emotional power."

While James shook his head and commented casually, Gamora did not retreat towards Nebula, ignoring the attack that came from the whip, but only stabbed Nebula in the neck with his big sword, exchanging injuries for death.

The sword light flashed, and the nebula's sleek indigo head did not fall, but the metal arm was cut off shoulder to shoulder, and it fell to the ground with a clatter, and the electric flashing short stick lit up a few times and stopped moving.

"How many arms is this?" Nebula, maybe the new combat training will help you grow your brain a little more."

Gamora, as the victor, glanced sideways at James, leaned over to pick up Nebula's mechanical severed arm and handed it to her, but was slapped off by her sister who was biting her cheek, and angrily covered her severed arm and walked out of the training ground.

"She's right, you should learn more about how to use your mind and emotions in battle, even the violent and chaotic spirit can be better channeled into power."

As Nebula passed by, James pulled out a cigar from the inside of his armor and said casually, and he saw "Sister Blue" pause, light a tobacco close to her still sparkling arm, and strolled towards the center of the training ground.

Sanos hired me to teach you the art of fighting, so that my training arrangements for the rest can be carried out seriously, with less nonsense, you two can now use all your means and strength... Come and kill me."

James leaned against the pillar of the main hall, and the specialty of the Fierce Feather Clan with a purple wrapper between his fingers couldn't stop smoking.

He raised his chin to Gamora and Nebula, and continued to smoke his cigarette, looking curiously at the giant hibernation pods around him.

Without a word of doubt or nonsense, Gamora from the Zehouberi clan rushed straight up with his sword upside down in one hand, her slender and athletic legs humming in the air, and her footsteps flickered, leaving a variety of changing trajectories.

I didn't see any reaction from this human with black and white hair, as if he was a low-level warrior with the worst skills, and he didn't even have the basic dodge and response.

The sword flickered, and the two-handed greatsword was twisted with a light wrist turn, and slashed diagonally towards James's neck from top to bottom.

Laugh at!

A deep sword mark groove was left on the blackstone pillar, but James in front of the stone pillar was still standing there dignified, like a phantom, letting the sword slash through his body.

Gamora's crimson pupils shrank sharply, and she continued to slash, slash, tease, and stab with her great sword, but all the attacks remained on the innocent stone pillar until she took the initiative to stop her movements and take two steps back, looking James up and down suspiciously. "I know that the supergiant died at your hands, and you have the psychic power of mind perception?"

Nebula, who was about to leave, also paced to the other side of James, and she listened to her sister Gamora's analysis and nodded lightly, as if she agreed with this guess.

To Gamora and Nebula's great surprise, this man did not really illusory his body or move much faster than the two of them, such a special natural ability, although rare and powerful, has been with Thanos since childhood

Conquering the civilizations of the universe and seeing all kinds of technology and mysterious abilities, they will not be overly surprised.

On the contrary, it was precisely because James's every dodge attack did not exceed the scope of Gamora's nervous reactions, that they could clearly see that the other party was like an unpredictable prophet, and they had insight into the trajectory of the sword slash at the same time as the big sword was raised.

Moved an inch forward, a centimeter outside his body, and occasionally squatted with his head, not crossing a single minute of distance, just enough to dodge all the attacks.

Especially the leisurely stroll, almost all the attention is on smoking, the state of ease is more like a rehearsal has been rehearsed hundreds of times.

"Whew... I don't have the strength of the mind to read the thoughts in your head."

James exhaled a cascading ring of smoke, and Gamora's broad-bladed greatsword in front of him reflected the outline of his face, and his fingertips lightly wiggled the gray hair on both sides, which had grown at some point, and he looked older.

·.... I have the power to die and come back to life, and every sword you used to kill me once just now, but I crossed the barrier of time and came back again, remembering the trajectory of your attack."

There was a long silence... Gamora and Nebula even looked at each other in a rare tacit understanding, and looked at the confident man for a long time without speaking.

"Alas. You've probably never had laughter and humor in your upbringing... Come, keep attacking, together." James shook his head helplessly with a cigar in his mouth, and waved his hand at the two.

Thanos's two adopted daughters finally reacted, and after being teased, they rushed up in unison, with more speed and offense, dancing around James into two phantoms, one green and one blue, and finally allowed the man to occasionally raise his hand to block a few times.

"What is the purpose of your fight? What is the purpose of the killing? What is it for?"

Rumble!

James continued to smoke, but with one more hand to block Gamora and Nebula's attacks, he was like a slippery swimming fish, although he seemed to be surrounded by the two of them, but he was nimble in his feet.

He dodged and questioned the two of them in a cold voice, until the tobacco in his mouth was smoked, as if he was finally bored with the game, and with his back to the horse, he kicked Gamora on the chin, kicking her in mid-air and turning a few times.

Then he poked his finger between Nebula's wrists, knocked off her weapon, and then unabated whip punched the blue cheek, and was also thrown to the ground with a bone. "Fighting is fighting, and there are so many whys!"

Nebula sat up sharply and yelled at James, and Gamora, who had been kicked farther away, did not rush to speak, but looked strangely quiet.

"If you want to teach us the so-called good and evil, right and wrong, and other frivolous truths, then Father will cut off your head first."

Gamora didn't pick up the broadsword, but walked slowly up to James and said indifferently, there was no brilliance in his eyes, just darkness.

"Thanos has already beheaded me, but... I won't give him that chance again."

James walked to the edge of the hall with his hands behind his back, observing the various strange creatures in each of the sleeping pods, and continued to speak aloud:

」. There is no absolute good or evil in this world, and although I don't fully understand his approach, I am not interested in discussing these fruitless topics with you, and I want to know that it is... Do you love fighting or killing, are you willing to fight for the sake of fighting one?"

James turned - glaring into Gamora and Nebula's eyes, but there was not the slightest hint of a desire in their faintly dazed eyes that belonged to a pure warrior. The footsteps approached the training hall, and the Dark Order Admiral who had been cut off by James on the planet Corbyn had already reconnected his arm, and he stood at the entrance of the main hall and did not come in, knocking on his right shoulder and bowing his head:

"Gamora, Nebula, Mr. Logan, the battle of conquest of Zetariris is about to begin."

"Whenever the light of the stars fades from the land of this planet, you must return to the Temple to be trained by me. How to breathe begins."

James swayed at Gamora and Nebula

The hand said, motioning for the two to leave.

Some stubborn Nebulae were still stunned and did not react, but Gamora suddenly stroked his shoulders and bowed before walking out of the main hall.

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, James sat cross-legged on the stone steps and touched the rhythm of the two heartbeats that were still stacked on his chest, and suddenly grinned.

"Hehe... Thanos' daughters... Why would a person like him want to take in two daughters? She looks about the same size as my Laura..."

-

Earth, New York City, USA.

The female reporter of The Washington Newspaper never imagined that she would one day use this method to attract interviewees.

She ruthlessly tore off the knee-length black skirt, and while thinking about whether the editor-in-chief would reimburse her for this skirt, she rummaged in her bag for a long time and didn't find a ***, so she could only close the skirt higher to cover the hip line, and neatly sorted it out in the makeup mirror.

Finally, he unbuttoned his shirt and squeezed it to make the groove in his chest more obvious, then he changed into slender red high heels, and twisted unsteadily in front of the most upscale bar in New York City, and laughed at the two janitors in suits who were standing at the door.

The female reporter had seen a stout man with the shawl-haired man from the "Vulgar" movie walk out of the staircase behind the glass door, his name was Harold Joseph Hogg, nicknamed "Harpy", and he was now the personal bodyguard of Tony Stark, the new head of the Stark Group.

His presence means......

Tony, who had just passed his twenty-fifth birthday, experienced the sensation of being in the spotlight overnight.

Mr. Stark Sr. is old, and in the past two years, there have been frequent rumors of physical condition, and I heard that his mind is not as shrewd as before, especially since he has supported not only the young, but also the famous prodigal son Tony to the top of the group.

It was also confirmed that Mr. Howard had serious mental problems.

For this reason, his old partner Obadiah Stein had no choice but to withdraw a quarter of his stake in Stark Group, almost dismembering the old technology industry group that was on the verge of collapse.

But within half a year of taking office, Tony Stark threw out a shocking news, he discovered a new kind of isotopic element, and completed the "Ark Project" that the old Stark had been thinking about since World War II.

For a time, not only the global technology field, but even the rules of the transcendent world were shocked.

Because this super energy, which can be carried and used more conveniently, and is not weaker than nuclear energy, has broken the monopoly of the "Rubik's Cube Energy Block" of the Howlett Group.

For a long time, in addition to obtaining a small number of high-energy modules from the hands of this giant, the field of high-energy weapons has been in a passive situation of stagnation of development, even if some alien equipment technology has been obtained, but energy has always suppressed the source of extraordinary power development of major consortia and hidden organizations.

Especially after the legend of "Mr. Howlett", who stood behind the curtain of the watch world and overlooked this planet, was rumored to have disappeared for a long time, more and more powerful people who were unwilling to be ordinary and unwilling to be "mortals" were like sharks that smelled blood, secretly growing their power.

"Let's go, let's go! This young lady, please—"

"Mr. Stark! I'm your admirer, can you tell us about your breakthrough in the Ark's technology, and how you plan to use this new energy."

"Harpy's" big hand stopped the beautiful female reporter who had finally managed to get the bar's janitor in a hurry, but he couldn't stop the eyes of the young boss behind him who had already been attracted.

"Hehehe, my admirers don't usually ask such professional questions, Miss Reporter~ Harpy, relax, what did I tell you, the objects you block are not beautiful ladies."

At this time, although Tony is young, he is dressed in a sophisticated gray suit and has a hairstyle that is not messy, but he has a bit of the style of a cutting-edge tycoon.

There weren't many people in the bar, there were only a few people around the bar, and the booth area was a little empty.

It seems that the methods of female journalists are not only to be able to quickly "cross-dress", but also to the extremely high specifications and environment of this school

Private places are not something that can be mixed in casually.

Tony Stark originally wanted to find a place with the most beautiful women to have a good night, but he was really depressed after being busy with the group's technical development and business affairs, but the place Harpy found was not what he wanted now.

However, when he was leaving, he met a beautiful young lady full of professional temptation, which still made Tony sit down and talk more.

」.... Frankly speaking, our world is in the stage of technological explosion, and thanks to some reasons that everyone knows, the technical difficulties in many fields have almost been rudely trampled, so the research of "Ark isotopes" can be achieved overnight." The female reporter worked a narrow record book, and she felt that her dress was worth the money today, especially when she saw Tony's young and handsome and high-spirited and proud appearance, and even ignited a certain flame that was about to be extinguished after being buried in the case for a long time.

「..... As for the use of this energy, hehehe, the earth, which has entered the interstellar era, can't just blindly rely on the power of a group of genetic mutants, the prospect of the 'ark' is just an idea in my mind, and it makes people-"

Squeak--

The two tower-like men at the door were eager to stoop their heads on the ground and salute, and pushed the door to invite in a black-haired lady in a neat lady's suit.

The slim handmade suit fits the woman's tall figure very well, her eyebrows are delicate and heroic but not stiff, with an indescribable cool beauty, especially those lazy eyes, like a lion tiger when relaxing and napping.

Tony Stark, who was sitting not far from the door, was casually glanced at by the woman, and forgot everything he wanted to say behind him.