Long Ao Marvel

As mentioned before, this earthquake came and went away quickly, but its impact on the city cannot be ignored.

The black young man was walking along the shabby road. The people on the roadside had the same skin color as him. This should have been a joyful thing, but he couldn't laugh anyway because most of the residents

, were all more or less injured.

Many old apartment buildings collapsed, some old municipal facilities were seriously damaged, and countless residents were injured. The police station in charge of the area was already crazy busy, and the entire rescue system was on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, the residents

They did not sit still and wait for death. They were actively carrying out self-rescue operations, and more wounded people were carried out from the rubble.

He saw a group of people gathered together, and there were sounds of crying, so he walked over to take a look. It turned out that it was a young woman rescuing people. The injured should have just been dug out. His head and face were covered with mud, and he seemed to have stopped.

He could not breathe, but the woman refused to give up and continued to perform chest compressions over and over again, hoping that the wounded man's heart would resume beating.

The woman's physical strength had already reached its limit, her hair was messy and stuck to her face, and large beads of sweat were dripping down her cheeks. But even so, she still called the wounded man's name loudly, telling him not to give up. The black man

The young man stood aside and watched for a while, then shook his head slightly and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard the woman murmuring in a low voice: God, it would be great if my hands could also shine...

It was this sentence that attracted his attention, caused his steps to change direction, and walked back again.

He put aside the backpack on his shoulder, walked up to the woman, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Miss, please let me have a try."

The woman raised her head and glanced at him. This black young man was very unfamiliar. He was probably not a resident of this community. His dress did not look like a medical worker, but more like a savage who ran away from some African tribe. But his voice was very calm.

It sounded unreasonably reassuring, but the woman obediently gave up her position to him.

The black young man untied the clothes on the wounded man's chest, gently put his hands on it, and gave a simple push. The wounded man trembled violently and actually opened his eyes. The woman was the closest, and she could clearly see from the side.

The moment he pushed his hands, an electric current penetrated into the wounded person's body. It was amazing. These hands were simply more effective than a high-voltage pulse defibrillator!

The injured who had been brought back to life were surrounded by surprised family members. The black young man straightened up and stood up. The expression on his face was still calm, as if saving people was just a casual thing.

The woman smiled and stretched out a hand to him: "Thank you for your help. My name is Claire Temple."

"Davos."

The young black man shook hands with Claire.

Claire raised her eyebrows: "What a strange name. Where do you come from?"

"I, uh... Huaxia." The black young man named Davos rubbed his nose awkwardly, "Actually, I came to New York to find someone, but I seem to be lost..."

"This is Harlem. I know most of the black people who live here. What's the name of the person you're looking for? Maybe I can help you."

"Haarlem?...Harlem?" Davos was obviously confused, "Ah, why did I come here? The place I want to go to is..."

As he spoke, he pulled out a note from the sleeve of his linen robe. Claire leaned over and took a look curiously, and her expression immediately changed: "It turns out that the place you are going to is the Rand Group... You said you are from China.

Are you also Danny's friend?"

Seeing that Claire knew Danny, Davos said happily: "That's great, can you take me to him?"

Claire shook her head: "I'm afraid not, as you can see, the city is in a mess now, and it's too far for us to go to Midtown. How about this, you come to my house to have a rest first, and I'll contact Danny and ask him to drive here by himself. Is that okay?"

Davos thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement.

On the way back to Claire's residence, Davos helped treat several injured people who were temporarily in shock, and rushed into a burning building to rescue several children. However, when he was carrying collapsed cement blocks, he was unable to do so.

She accidentally crushed her hand and received several cuts on her arm. Therefore, after Claire got home, she bandaged Davos's wounds as soon as possible.

"I think you don't have internal bleeding, but the wound is likely to be infected and you need to take some antibiotics."

After the bandaging was completed, Claire looked at her results with satisfaction, and then sighed again.

"Oh, do you have it?"

"No, it's used up." Claire spread her hands helplessly, "There are always violent criminals who come to me with scars to treat their injuries and have used up all my spare medicine."

"So, you." She squinted at Davos with a half-smile, spreading her fingers like his, "You are also a person with superpowers, right?"

"This is a martial art. I use the electrical energy generated by the body to stimulate the beating of the heart, which is almost as effective as your medical equipment."

"Forget it, it's all the same to me."

Lyle stood up and walked to the closet nearby, "It's very strange. People like you always appear around me. I even wonder if this is also a kind of super power..."

She took out a set of T-shirts from the closet and handed them to Davos: "Come on, put on these clothes. These clothes belong to a former friend of mine. Now throw away the rag pocket on your body!"

Davos did not refuse. He took the clothes and was about to put them on when he suddenly found several holes in his chest. He gestured and found that they were all about the size of a finger.

The clothes were very torn, and it felt as if they had been shot. He asked in confusion: "Is your friend okay?"

"Anyway, it's better than what you are now." Claire smiled, "Okay, I'm going out to buy medicine now. You can rest for a while, I've already contacted Danny and the others."

"Really, thank you."

After Claire finished speaking, she closed the door and went out. Davos meditated for a moment at the table, then stood up and walked around the living room. The apartment was not big. Although Harlem is one of the poorest districts in New York, the rent is still high.

It's cheap. Claire is just a nurse. She resigned some time ago and has been looking for a new job recently. It's not easy to afford the rent for such an apartment.

Although the house is simple, it is kept very tidy, which also proves Claire's good personal accomplishment.

There was a stack of books on the small table next to the sofa. Davos picked it up curiously and looked at it, only to see a row of words written on it: "Mysterious Power from the East - Research on Chinese Aura". Looking at other books, they were roughly the same.

When writing this kind of content, the paper has signs of frequent turning. It seems that Claire is very fond of these books.

Davos' English speaking skills are good, but his writing skills are not so good. Fortunately, although these books are all written in English, the contents are all about the so-called Chinese "Qigong". He half guessed and half recognized it and read it.

Probably. Time passed very quickly. About half an hour later, Claire came back. She looked into the room and asked strangely: "Danny and the others haven't come yet?"

Davos shook his head and said nothing.

"How are you recovering?" Claire asked casually again. She was placing the items in her shopping bag on the table and didn't notice Davos reading her book.

"It's almost done. Thank you for the medicine."

"Oh, by the way, are you hungry? I just ordered pizza and it should be delivered soon."

"...I have traveled across the ocean and seen that most of your food is filled with butter, jam, sugar and other sweet things, so most Americans are fat. These things are too unhealthy and will poison people's bodies and souls.

"

"...Are you sure? It seems you don't order takeout much in Kunlun." Claire looked back strangely, not understanding why he suddenly spoke like this.

Davos frowned, with a hint of questioning in his tone: "How do you know I'm from Kunlun?"

"We have access to the Internet here. You don't really think that we Americans think that the Chinese are still living in ancient times, do you?" Claire didn't fear him, "Let's not mention that I just went to China last year, even if I don't know anything about it.

Knowing what you know, I wouldn’t think that dressing up like this is normal! I heard that Danny wore linen clothes like this when he first came to New York, so I guess this kind of clothing is unique to Kunlun."

Davos couldn't find a reason to refute, so he could only stand up and bow to Claire to apologize.

Claire snorted, but didn't pay much attention to it.

Davos then asked: "Danny said a lot about Kunlun?"

"Not much. I just mentioned that you live deep in the Kunlun Mountains. The terrain is difficult and difficult for outsiders to enter. All the people living there are karate tough men."

"It's not karate, it's martial arts." Davos retorted seriously.

Claire glanced at him, shrugged, and continued pouring coffee. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

However, Davos did not notice any difference at all, and pointed to the pile of books and asked: "You have read these books, why do you want to study 'qi'?"

"I'm trying to understand how Danny does it, using Qi to attack and Qi to heal." Claire's self-cultivation is indeed good. Although she is dissatisfied with this steely straight man, she is her guest after all, so she can only answer patiently.

His question, "Reiki is seen as pseudoscience, but there are cases of using it to treat cancer or other terminal illnesses, and maybe, it's more real than I thought."

"We generally don't call it 'qi', but internal strength. There is a long-standing saying in China called 'train the muscles, bones and skin externally, and train one breath internally', which is what it means. Internal strength is the source of life, and it is also what releases the power of the iron fist.

Base."

When it came to the topic that Claire was most interested in, she no longer struggled with the unhappiness in her heart. After thinking for a while, she asked: "Where did the Iron Fist come from?"

"That is the power in Shou Lao's heart. When the new round of challengers from Kunlun are qualified to possess it, the power of the Iron Fist will exist in his body."

"What, um, or who is Shou Lao?"

Claire used to listen to Dan

Ni had mentioned this name, but didn't elaborate on it. He took this opportunity to ask for more information.

"It's a dragon."

Claire burst out laughing, feeling that this was not a good idea, and quickly restrained herself: "Okay... but dragons are not real."

"Why do you think so?"

Seeing that Davos's serious look didn't seem to be fake, Claire could only change her approach and said, "Okay, maybe it's a different kind of creature, like the Komodo dragon?"

Davos said nothing, just looked at her.

"Or maybe it's an imaginary creature like in Peter's Dragon?"

"...I don't know who Peter is. But I hope you think in a more ancient direction." Davos shook his head.

Claire realized that discussing the topic of dragons with the Kunlun people was simply asking for boredom. She came out from the back of the restaurant with a disbelieving look on her face, pointed at Davos's chest and said, "So, you also have a tattoo like Danny's?"

"No..." This question made Davos' face darken. "There is only one Iron Fist, and that is Danny. I lost to him in the finals, and my father and other elders agreed that Danny was the one."

, so he walked into the Tower of Babel where Shou Lao was, and inherited the power of the immortal iron fist."

"Why him?"

"I didn't know either. At that time, all of us were practicing hard in order to learn superior martial arts, competing with each other, and fighting in the ring. Becoming an Iron Fist was also an important life goal for us."

Ever since she met Danny Rand, Claire has developed a strong interest in Chinese martial arts, including going to Colleen Wing's dojo to learn about that magical ability. Unfortunately, Colleen herself did not

Yes. Just when she didn't know how to ask this question, Davos took the lead.

"Those books can be thrown away. They are all misleading. If you are really interested in internal strength, I can teach you some tips."

"Really!" Claire jumped up from the chair, "But...but, Colleen said that the martial arts of each school cannot be passed on to others..."

"If this is what you are worried about, it is purely unnecessary. The most taboo thing about learning martial arts is to work behind closed doors, cherish your own skills, exchange ideas, and exchange knowledge. This is the future development path of Chinese martial arts. If you don't communicate more with other sects,

It is impossible for Kunlun to have such a rich library of martial arts."

It feels like people in Davos are shaking their heads more today than in the past month. Why do these Americans always have some weird ideas?

"My father happens to be a master of traditional Chinese medicine with superb medical skills. When he was young, he created a martial arts of his own. Although it did not improve his combat effectiveness, he was very good at exploring the meridians and acupuncture points of the human body. It is very suitable for medical staff like you to learn.

"

These words excited Claire so much. Just when she was about to agree, she heard Davos say again: "But if you want to learn Kunlun's martial arts, you must have a matching ideological and moral character. Let time prove all this. I'm waiting to officially teach it."

That day for you."

Well, even though he is not studying now and there are a lot of conditions attached to it, Claire also understands this approach and believes that she has the qualifications to study from the beginning to the end.

When they finished chatting, the pizza was delivered.

Davos had never eaten anything like this before. He picked up a piece of pancake and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he nodded and praised: "This pancake is not bad, very chewy... If not

Just the mess above will be fine."

"That's what you say about Joe's Pizza?"

Claire couldn't believe it, this was the best pizza place in New York! She deliberately curled up her fingers and shook her wrists like an Italian.

Davos seemed to be really hungry. He finished 2/3 of the pizza without saying a word, and he seemed to still have more to eat. He didn't know who just said that junk food poisons the body and soul.

After a while, the apartment door was pushed open, and Danny rushed in. When he saw Davos, he yelled "Brother Razer" and rushed over. The two of them had a strong bear hug and patted each other.

's shoulders.

Luo Zhijian, who followed behind, quietly asked Liu Zheng: "Is this really the son of Lord Lei? He's too young."

Liu Zheng: "Don't ask, if you ask, you will always have a son."

Luo Zhijian: "..."

Danny pulled Davos over and introduced them to the two of them: "Senior brother, Ajian. This is the senior brother of our generation, Master Davos, known as 'Thunder Snake'."

Davos and Liu Zheng held their hands tightly.

"You are the 'Dragonborn'!" Davos's eyes were bright.

Liu Zheng looked back at him calmly and smiled slightly: "I am Davos, hello."

The new generation of "Wind, Thunder, and Fist" Saints of the future ZTE Kunlun Secret Realm finally gathered together for the first time today.

What kind of sparks will they collide with in the future?