Marvel: From Spider-Man to No Return

"Defeat the spider?"

Peter's eyes were confused, and he found that his friends were getting more and more strange recently.

Yang Ming patted Peter on the shoulder, "Gwen means to learn kung fu and defeat the spider monster that is the enemy of Spider-Woman."

"Yes, yes, Yami understands me." Gwen smiled awkwardly.

I don't know what's going on lately, but whenever she talks about Spider-Man, her state becomes very unstable, and she feels like her IQ has dropped a lot.

It seems Spider-Man has put too much pressure on me.

I hope that I can learn kung fu more normally in the future.

"Coach, let's start!" She turned around and looked at the young man in Tang suit.

The coach nodded, "Madam, go pay the fee and apply for the card first."

…

Soon, a funny scene occurred in the martial arts gym.

"Coach, are you looking at my movements?"

Gwen bent over and opened her teeth and claws to imitate a tiger's slap.

coach:"……"

"Ms. Gwen, actually we not only have Tiger Fist here, but also Monkey Fist."

ten minutes later.

"Coach, are you looking at my movements?"

Gwen learned Monkey Fist and became Orangutan Fist.

coach:"……"

"Ms. Gwen, we actually teach Mantis Boxing here."

"Ms. Gwen, actually we also teach snake boxing..."

"Ms. Gwen, maybe Crane Fist... No, no, no, it's Crane Fist, not Bird Fist..."

"Ms. Gwen..."

"Gwen...well, Ms. Gwen, you'd better learn Tiger Boxing!"

"Good coach."

"Ouch~"

Gwen hooked her fingers together and roared like a tigress. Her movements also imitated a tiger's pounce. She flew down and knocked down the wooden mannequin used for boxing, and even used her teeth.

"No, my wooden mannequin..." The coach quickly stopped Gwen's honeyed behavior.

"Ms. Gwen, you don't need to completely imitate the tiger's attack." The coach's head grew three times.

Gwen's hair was disheveled, she turned her head and spit out the sawdust in her mouth, with an excited look on her face.

"No, coach, I feel very good. The tiger's weapons are teeth and claws.

Using teeth and nails, the fighting ability is indeed much stronger."

Using this fighting method will definitely scare Spider-Man.

marvelous.

coach:"……"

Peter: "..."

Yang Ming: "..."

It’s over, Barbie is Q.

Next time I meet this foreign bitch, I'm afraid I'll be bitten to pieces.

However, it’s not entirely Gwen’s fault for practicing like this. The teachings in the martial arts gym are all showy, and the coaches are not very good. Some martial arts theories cannot be fully translated into English. They just rely on drills. Gwen can easily notice that his combat effectiveness has been compromised.

limit.

Learning these boxing techniques without any essence of martial arts is worse than learning how to fight with a shrew. It is simpler and more crude to pounce on someone and bite them.

And for him, Spider-Woman becoming rough is a good thing.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming stepped forward to cheer Gwen up again.

"Come on, Gwen, good job. I support your fighting style."

"Thank you, Yami, you really understand me." Gwen looked touched.

"You're welcome. I won't disturb your practice. I'm going to take a look around. I'll come back to you later."

With that said, Yang Ming turned and left.

"Yami, I'm coming with you..." Peter followed Yang Ming subconsciously. Gwen was so scary now.

Yang Ming waved his hand, "Peter, as a gentleman, you have to stay by Gwen's side. Practicing kung fu is very hard."

"Oh, Yami, you know, I don't want to..."

"No, you want to."

"I...well, remember to bring me two donuts."

…

After leaving the martial arts gym, Yang Ming couldn't help but shudder as he recalled the scene of Gwen biting the wooden dummy with disheveled hair.

are you crazy!

Are all the good-looking women these days taking the funny route?

Or maybe you can’t help but let yourself go when you’re not wearing a suit?

Shaking his head, Yang Ming went to the convenience store opposite and bought an ice cream.

"I want to hit ten!"

Just as I was about to pay, a familiar classic line came from the TV in the convenience store.

"Huh? The Mandarin version of Ip Man?" Yang Ming's eyes lit up.

Does this also exist in the Marvel world?

"Chinese?" The convenience store owner suddenly looked at Yang Ming.

Yang Ming smiled and said, "You must have been here for a long time. My uncle's Chinese language has not fallen behind at all."

The convenience store uncle smiled kindly and said, "It's okay to be close. I ate the ice cream and gave you the money."

"Haha, don't worry, I don't intend to default on my debt."

After paying the money, Yang Ming did not leave, eating ice cream and watching the movie with relish.

In the picture, the fight scene between Ip Man and ten Japanese soldiers is very exciting.

Unknowingly, time passed quickly.

After watching this movie carefully, Yang Ming discovered something different.

He seems to have memorized all the martial arts moves in the movie.

"It's the Spider-Man suit!"

Yang Ming realized that he was still wearing a nano-metal suit.

The nano-metal suit is easy to store and store in clothes. He found it troublesome and hasn't taken it off in the past few days.

Using the suit, his physical fitness is now the same as that of a little spider, and his memory and learning abilities are also far superior to ordinary people.

The next moment, he was inexplicably muttering about the martial arts concepts in the movie and trying to follow the movements in the movie with his hands.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound in the air, Yang Ming protected his body with his left arm, and subconsciously punched out a specious Japanese punch with his right hand.

"Forehead……"

Yang Ming looked down at his hands, his expression became strange.

What the hell, can you really learn kung fu by watching movies?

"Hey, young man is interesting."

The convenience store uncle noticed something strange and stood up slowly, with strong interest in his eyes.

"Young man likes Kung Fu, why don't you go upstairs to practice?" The uncle smiled broadly and motioned to go upstairs.

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "My name is Yang Ming. What do you call me uncle?"

"My surname is Chen, Chen Long."

"Become... a dragon?" Yang Ming's mouth twitched.

Chen Long joked: "It's Chen Long. Xiao Yang, your Mandarin is not up to par."

"What Uncle Long taught me is, then practice."

"Okay, go upstairs."

"No need to visit the store?"

"No, you won't make much money anyway."

…

Upstairs is a standard practice room, with wooden dummies of different heights placed in the four corners. The smooth polished wooden stakes indicate that these are not decorations.

"Xiao Yang, let's try your level first. If you have good qualifications, I can consider it."

Chen Long put on his training clothes, and his temperament immediately changed, looking like a master.

"What are you considering?" Yang Ming asked.

"Consider taking you on as a disciple."

"But……"

"Don't worry, I won't charge you because you are such a poor person."

"Forehead……"

"Stop nagging, hurry up and hit me."

"this……"

"Don't worry, my old bones are very strong."

"But……"

"You brat, I asked you to hit me..."

"call……"

Before Chen Long finished speaking, Yang Ming rose up and came to the opponent like a ghost. He demonstrated the punch he had just learned and lightly struck the opponent's abdomen.

"snort……"

Chen Long groaned, his old face turned red from suppressing it, and he couldn't help but bow his waist.

Damn it, it's so fast, I can't react at all. Where did this little monster come from?

"Uncle Long, are you okay?" Yang Ming asked with concern.

Chen Long waved his hand and gritted his teeth and said: "No...it's okay...vomit..."

"He said it was fine, but he vomited... Hey, Uncle Long, what you ate today was beef noodles..."

"vomit……"

"Uncle Long..."

"Don't... talk, help me... help me to the hospital..."