Black Sky, “Beast”

True Qi Burst!

Tiger Palm!

Muscle and Bone Dislocation!

Cloud Grasping Whip!

In an occasion with "so many eyes on him," there were too many students poking their heads out of the dorms to watch the spectacle. Old Wang tried not to be too shocking, avoiding Wind, Fire, Lightning, Jade Lightning, and the like whenever possible.

But it was already shocking enough.

The male students in the dorms looked at Old Wang as if he were a hero, wondering if they could dig up his information online, become his disciples, and earn bonus points when picking up girls in the future.

The female students looked at Old Wang as if he were their boyfriend, wondering if they could dig up his information online and spar with him on another battlefield to see who was stronger.

The international students from China were even more excited, shouting, "Divine Dragon! Divine Dragon!" Seeing kung fu and a dragon in a foreign land filled them with both familiarity and pride, giving them the proud feeling of being descendants of the dragon.

The battle ended quickly.

Before Old Wang, the ninjas could not even escape. He was too fast—terrifyingly fast.

In the blink of an eye, only Giyoka Shin remained.

Old Wang decided to keep one alive and see if he could pry some intelligence out of him.

Ninjas had undergone the harshest training and were difficult to interrogate, but no matter what, he could not be tougher than Madame Gao. There might be a way.

But at that moment, Old Wang frowned slightly.

He sensed some terrifying power awakening.

Then he heard a low whimper—or perhaps a muffled roar—that seemed inhuman.

A woman rushed past him toward Giyoka Shin.

It was Elektra!

Because Matt had to drag away the unconscious Stick and had no time to deal with her, she had actually rushed back. Her face was twisted, filled with madness.

"Elektra!" Matt shouted.

Elektra had been shot several times, yet she was charging into battle now. Was she trying to get herself killed?

Giyoka Shin was no easy opponent!

Old Wang narrowed his eyes.

He did not stop Elektra.

There were not many women in this world worthy of his attention.

Black Widow was one. Quake was one. Elektra was one too.

She was no ordinary woman.

She was Black Sky, the black sky.

She was a vessel—the vessel of the "Beast."

Beast was the evil god The Hand had always worshipped, or rather, exploited: an exceedingly powerful entity from another world.

And now, perhaps because of the pressure from Dragon Might, perhaps because of the stimulation of bloodshed and slaughter—

In any case, although Beast’s power had not yet descended upon this world due to the lack of the proper ritual and sufficient time, its influence over Elektra had grown stronger.

Being possessed by Beast and becoming Black Sky would indeed grant unimaginable power, but there was a price to pay.

The price of having one’s mind corroded.

A vessel was only a vessel. Beast was the master.

Matt rushed over to stop her, but Old Wang blocked him.

"She’ll die!" Matt was frantic.

"As long as I’m here, she won’t die." With a flick of his hand, Old Wang sent a stream of green True Qi into Matt’s body, then let it ripple over to Stick.

A healing skill of the Monk Mistweaver specialization:

True Qi Wave!

Matt felt his wounds squirming and healing, but he had no mood for surprise or amazement. Instead, he listened carefully and sensed Elektra’s every movement.

Elektra’s physical condition had not changed.

Master Wang had not even healed her. Blood was still flowing.

Her life force was steadily draining away, yet her mind was growing more and more excited, more and more crazed.

As if she were high on drugs.

"What’s wrong with her?" Matt muttered. Suddenly, he found Elektra increasingly unfamiliar, as though she had truly become someone else.

"You’ll have to ask your master about that." Old Wang did not intend to waste his breath explaining. Once Stick woke up, he could answer their questions.

As long as Old Wang stood here, Elektra would not be able to die even if she wanted to.

Old Wang was very curious about Beast. He wanted to know just how powerful an entity that seemed no weaker than the Spirit of Vengeance truly was.

Although its power had not yet descended, its influence over Elektra had undoubtedly enhanced her strength—

Madness and fearlessness of death were clearly abilities too, and vitally important ones at that.

Old Wang stared fixedly at Elektra and Giyoka Shin, as calm as the ocean, with undercurrents beneath its surface capable of overturning a giant ship. This left Giyoka Shin not daring to run at all. He could only serve as a sparring partner, trying to trade one life for another and kill Elektra to break even.

As Murakami’s top lieutenant, if True Qi was not taken into account, his fighting ability was not much inferior to Madame Gao’s, who had not personally fought for years. He was on the same level as Elektra.

They truly were well-matched opponents.

Giyoka Shin wielded a Japanese sword, while Elektra used a pair of thin, short thrusting swords.

Though neither was a kung fu master, both were elite assassins. Every move was simple and direct, every strike aimed to kill.

In less than two minutes, both were covered in wounds, each with several more holes in their body.

"A little brutal, aren’t they?"

On Elektra, Old Wang seemed to see the shadow of the legendary orc assassin Garona. Of course, considering their builds, the Blood Elf rogue Valeera was actually a better fit. Or perhaps the human rogue Vanessa, who always followed him around calling him "big brother"?

"She’s got potential!" Old Wang kept his gaze fixed ahead, deciding that Elektra was a promising prospect.

A vessel of Beast, trained from childhood under the harshest assassin regimen, cold-blooded and ruthless—she truly was the ideal candidate.

Strictly speaking, Black Sky and Ghost Rider were of the same type. Ghost Rider was also a vessel of the Spirit of Vengeance.

Daredevil had principles. Elektra did not.

Suitable for cultivation…

"Wang, the police are coming."

Skye’s voice came through the earpiece. Old Wang said softly, "Notify Natasha. Have her clean up after me."

Old Wang, you’re so shameless… Skye muttered, hurriedly calling Black Widow.

Huff, huff!

Amid ragged breathing, Giyoka Shin collapsed and died.

Elektra’s beautiful body swayed. Covered in blood, she had clearly exhausted all her physical and mental strength and crumpled limply to the ground.

"Elektra!"

Matt cried out softly, tossed Stick aside, and rushed over to catch her.

"This guy forgets his master the moment he sees a pretty face…" Old Wang shook his head.

"Follow me."

Ignoring the crowd watching from afar, Old Wang deliberately slowed down. After several leaps, he vanished into the darkness.

Matt barely managed to keep up while carrying Elektra.

In one of the dorm rooms, a female student put away her binoculars and ran alone into the restroom to make a call.

"Madame, I recorded the video. I’ll send it to you immediately… I saw a dragon’s shadow. Lord Shin shouted the name Immortal Iron Fist… Yes, that woman was very mad, just as you guessed…"

In an upscale villa.

Alexandra watched the video, her face full of confusion.

Shou-Lao was not an azure dragon, but a red dragon. There was no doubt about that.

The Immortal Iron Fist had inherited Shou-Lao’s power, which manifested only as exceptionally special and powerful True Qi. It seemed he could not summon a phantom image of a divine dragon?

Could it be that after all these years, K’un-Lun’s elders had made new progress in their research on the Immortal Iron Fist?

There had been more than one divine dragon in K’un-Lun’s history, including azure ones. Could the Iron Fist have obtained the power of some azure dragon?

The only fortunate thing was that this generation’s Iron Fist had not displayed the strength Wu Fengji once possessed when she defeated the Phoenix Force Shard.

Handguns could not kill him.

RPGs probably could not either.

But enough gunpowder and bombs might do the job.

The woman following Stick was clearly Black Sky. If they could guide Beast’s power into descending, they might be able to deal with the Iron Fist.

Unfortunately, she was with the Iron Fist now, making her difficult to target.

Fortunately, Black Sky was only a vessel, and there was more than one vessel.

Alexandra picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Murakami, Shin is dead… The Iron Fist and the True Pure Ones Society have joined forces. We don’t have much time."

"Send everyone out. Find Black Sky as quickly as possible and let Beast descend!"

"Bokuto, gather your most elite people. In a thousand years, we have never been this close to death. We must mobilize every force we can to fight the Immortal Iron Fist!"

"Sowande, we need weapons—high-powered weapons. The more, the better… Let New York descend into chaos if it must. It does not matter if it draws the government’s attention. The Iron Fist will kill us!"

"I’ll contact Wilson Fisk. He’ll help you bring in the weapons. He has people in the New York Police Department… In addition, I’ll use my channels to purchase weapons from Hammer Industries, including Stark Industries’ Jericho Missiles!"

"Everyone, this is a battle for life and death!"