Marvel Reverses Wolverine

The battle hall used for training by the Temple is like a lost ancient civilization in an underground cave.

Towering dark black boulders form the basic background of this palace. Pillars supported by two people hugging each other support a dome carved with obscure patterns. Surrounding the nearly circular training ground are buildings of dormant metal that block various powerful creatures. The cabin is used for daily practical training.

When James stepped onto the bridge and walked into the battle hall, the two adopted daughters of the "Mad Titan" had been training to fight inside for a long time.

Gamora is holding a two-handed sword, her breath is relatively stable and she is lying low, while Nebula on the opposite side is half-kneeling on the ground, each holding a one-handed weapon that shines with lightning, and a modified metal His arms were already flashing with electricity, but he could barely hold the weapon in his hand.

The two did not stop their confrontation because of James' appearance, and they still stared at each other.

Nebula's mechanical arm suddenly twisted and extended a chain from the forearm, and stabbed Gamora with the short stick-like weapon in its hand. At the same time, it rushed forward and slashed upward with all its strength.

"Emotional, let alone finding the direction of 'emotional power'."

While James shook his head and commented casually, Gamora faced Nebula without retreating and instead advanced. She ignored the attack coming from the whip and just stabbed Nebula in the neck with her sword, exchanging injuries for death.

The sword light flashed, and Nebula's smooth indigo head did not fall, but the metal arm was chopped off at the shoulder level and fell to the ground with a clang. The short stick with flashing electric light also lit up a few times for the last time and became silent again.

"Which arm is this? Nebula, maybe the new combat training can help you grow more brainy."

As the winner, Gamora turned her head and glanced at James. She leaned over to pick up Nebula's mechanical broken arm and handed it to her. She was slapped away by her sister who was biting her cheek. She angrily covered the broken arm and walked out of the training ground. Go.

"She is right. You should learn more about how to use your mind and emotions in battle. Even a violent and disordered spirit can be better guided to produce strength."

Just as Nebula passed by, James took out a cigar from the inside of his armor and said casually. He paused when he saw "Smurfette", lit the cigarette close to her arms that were still sparking, and walked towards the training ground. Go to the center.

"Thanos hired me to teach you fighting skills. In order for my subsequent training arrangements to be implemented seriously and to reduce nonsense, you two can now use all methods and strength to kill me."

James leaned against the pillar of the hall, holding the specialty of the Mengyu Tribe with a purple wrapper between his fingers and couldn't help but smoke it.

He raised his chin slightly to signal to Gamora and Nebula, then continued to focus on smoking his cigarette, and curiously looked at the giant dormant cabins around him.

Without any more questions or nonsense, Gamora from the Zehoubeli clan ran straight up with a big sword in one hand, her long and strong legs making a trembling buzzing sound in the air, and her footsteps flickered, leaving behind There are multiple trajectories of change.

But I didn't see any reaction from this human with mixed black and white hair. He seemed to be a low-level warrior with the worst skills. He didn't even have basic dodges and responses.

The sword flashed, and the two-handed sword was twisted by a light wrist flip, and slashed diagonally towards James' neck from top to bottom.

laugh!

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

Gamora's crimson eyes suddenly shrank, and she continued to chop, chop, tease, and stab with her sword, but all her attacks were left on the innocent stone pillar until she took the initiative to stop her movements and took two steps back. , looking at James up and down with suspicious eyes.

"I know that the superstar died at your hands. Do you have the spiritual power of telepathy?"

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

What makes Gamora and Nebula very strange is that this man did not really have an illusory body or move much faster than the two of them could react. Although such a special talent is rare and powerful, he has been fighting with Thanos in various places in the universe since he was a child. Civilization, after seeing all kinds of technology and mysterious abilities, they will not be overly surprised by this.

On the contrary, it was precisely because James's every dodge attack did not exceed the range of Gamora and Gamora's neural reactions. They could clearly see that the other party was like a prophet, and they had an insight into the sword's attack as early as when the sword was launched. past trajectory.

He moved an inch forward with his steps, a centimeter outside his body, occasionally moved his head and crouched down, without crossing an inch of distance, just enough to dodge all the attacks.

Especially the calm state of strolling around and focusing almost entirely on smoking, as if it had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

"Hoo I don't have psychic powers, I can't read the thoughts in your head."

James exhaled a cascading ring of smoke. The broad-bladed sword that Gamora stood in front of reflected the outline of his face. Her fingertips lightly combed the gray hair that had grown out of nowhere on both sides. Look at it. He looks a little older.

".I have the power of constant death and rebirth. Each of your swords just killed me once. It's just that 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 with rare understanding. They looked at this man with a confident face and were speechless for a long time.

"Alas, I'm afraid there was no laughter and humor in your growing up experience. Come on, continue the attack, together." James held a cigar in his mouth and shook his head helplessly, waving his hands to the two of them.

Thanos's two adopted daughters finally reacted. After being teased, they rushed forward together, somewhat angrily. Their speed and attack became even more fierce. They danced around James into two shadows, one green and one blue. Finally, this man could occasionally Raise your hands to block a few times.

"What is the purpose of your fighting? What is the purpose of killing? What is the purpose of becoming stronger!"

boom!

James continued to smoke, but only had an extra hand to block the attacks of Gamora and Nebula. He was like a slippery fish. Although he seemed to be surrounded by the two of them and attacked fiercely, he could move flexibly.

He dodged and questioned the two of them coldly, until the tobacco in his mouth was finished. As if he was finally bored with this game, he turned back to the horse post and kicked Gamora's chin, kicking her into the air and spinning her around. He turned a few somersaults and fell down.

Then he poked Xingyun's wrist with his finger, and after knocking off her weapon, he hit her blue cheek with a whip fist that was still unabated, and she was knocked to the ground.

"Fighting is fighting, there are so many reasons!"

Nebula suddenly stood up and sat up, yelling angrily at James. Gamora, who was kicked further away, did not speak in a hurry, but looked strangely quiet.

"If you want to teach us boring truths like good and evil, right and wrong, then father will chop off your head first."

Gamora did not pick up the sword, but walked slowly towards James and said indifferently, her eyes had no luster, just darkness.

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

James walked on the edge of the hall with his hands behind his back, observing all kinds of weird creatures in each dormant cabin, and continued to say loudly:

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

James turned around and stared into the eyes of Gamora and Nebula one by one. From their slightly dazed eyes, he could not read the slightest desire of a pure warrior.

Footsteps approached the training hall. The deputy general of the Dark Order, whose arm was chopped off by James on Corbin's planet, had already reattached his arm. He stood at the entrance of the hall and did not come in. He knocked on his right shoulder and lowered his head. :

"Your Highness Gamora, His Highness Nebula, Mr. Logan, the battle to conquer Chita Ruixing is about to begin."

"Whenever the radiance of the star fades from the land of this planet, you must return to the Temple to receive my training, starting with how to breathe."

James waved his hand at Gamora and Nebula, indicating that they could leave.

The somewhat stubborn Nebula remained stunned and unresponsive, but Gamora suddenly touched her shoulders, bowed and then walked out of the hall.

Looking at the two people leaving, James sat cross-legged on the stone steps and felt the two heartbeats still stacked on his chest, and suddenly grinned.

"Haha. Daughters of Thanos. Why would someone like him want to have two daughters? They look about the same age as my Laura."

——

Earth, New York City, USA.

The female reporter of "The Washington Post" never thought that one day she would use such a method to attract interview subjects.

She ruthlessly tore off a section of her knee-length black skirt. While wondering whether the editor-in-chief would reimburse her for the skirt, she rummaged in her bag for a long time but couldn't find any stockings, so she could only put the skirt away. It was taller enough to cover her buttocks, and she quickly arranged it in front of the makeup mirror.

Finally, he unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and squeezed it to make the ravine on his chest more obvious. Then he put on slender red high-heeled shoes, swung unsteadily to the door of the most upscale bar in New York City, and folded his clothes at the door. The two doormen in suits standing with their hands waiting began to joke and chat.

The female reporter had already seen a sturdy man with long shawl hair from the "Pulp Fiction" movie walking out of the stairs behind the glass door. His name was Harold Joseph Hogg, nicknamed "Happy", and he is now The personal bodyguard of Tony Stark, the new head of the Stark Corporation.

His appearance means

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

Old Mr. Stark is getting older. In the past two years, there have been frequent reports of physical problems. It is said that his mind is not as sharp as before, especially since he strongly supported his son Tony, who was not only young but also notoriously promiscuous, to become the leader of the group. High level location.

It was even confirmed by the outside world that Mr. Howard had serious mental problems.

For this reason, his old partner Obadiah Stane had to withdraw a quarter of his equity in the Stark Group after stern resistance to no avail, almost dismembering this old technology industry group that was on the verge of collapse.

But within half a year of taking office, Tony Stark dropped a shocking news. He discovered a brand-new homogeneous 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 technological field, but also the rules of the extraordinary world were shocked.

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

For a long time, except for a few high-energy modules obtained from this giant at sky-high prices, the field of high-energy weapons has been stuck in a passive situation of stagnant development. Even though some alien equipment and technology have been obtained, energy has always suppressed the major players. The source of the development of extraordinary powers for syndicates and secret organizations.

Especially after the "Mr. Howlett" who stood behind the curtain of the surface world and overlooked the planet was rumored to have disappeared for a long time, more and more powerful people who were unwilling to be ordinary and "mortal"... Like a shark that smells blood, it secretly grows in power.

"Give way, give way! Miss, please—"

"Mr. Stark! I am your admirer. Can you talk about your experience breaking through Ark technology, and how you plan to use this new energy."

"Happy"'s big hand stopped the beautiful female reporter who finally managed to get rid of the bar janitor and hurriedly sneaked in, but he could not stop the already attracted eyes of the young boss behind him.

"Hehehe, my admirers usually don't ask such professional questions, Miss Reporter~ Happy, relax, what did I tell you? The objects you block do not include beautiful ladies."

Although Tony was young at this time, he looked a bit like a new tycoon in his elegant gray suit and neat hair.

There were not many people in the bar, there were only a few people around the bar, and the booth area was even more empty.

It seems that the female reporter's method is not only to be able to "change clothes" quickly. This place with extremely high-end and private specifications and environment is not something that can be sneaked in casually.

Tony Stark originally wanted to find a place with the most beautiful women to have fun for a night. After being busy with the group's technology development and business affairs, he was really depressed, but the place Happy found suited his current identity. , but it is not to my liking.

However, before leaving, he met a beautiful lady full of professional temptation, which still made Tony sit down and chat a few more words.

"Frankly speaking, our world is in the stage of explosive development of science and technology. Thanks to some reasons that are well known to everyone, technical difficulties in many fields have been almost crushed. Therefore, the research on "Ark Isotope" You can achieve it in one go.”

The female reporter was writing furiously in a small record book. She felt that the dress she had torn off today was worth a lot, especially when she saw Tony's young, handsome and high-spirited and proud look. A flame is about to go out behind the document.

"As for the use of this energy, hehehe, the earth, which has entered the interstellar era, cannot just rely on the power of a group of genetic mutants. The prospect of 'Ark' is just an idea in my mind. people--"

Squeak——

There were two big men who looked like iron towers at the door. They wanted to hit their heads on the ground and bent down to salute. They opened the door and invited in a black-haired lady wearing a neat lady's suit.

The slim-fitting handmade suit perfectly fits the woman's tall figure. Her eyebrows are delicate and heroic but not stiff, and have an indescribable cool beauty, especially her lazy eyes, which look like a liger relaxing and taking a nap.

Tony Stark, who was sitting not far from the door, was glanced at casually by the woman, and what he wanted to say later was completely forgotten.