Could It Be Iron Fist?

This was a fire door.

The iron door was over twenty centimeters thick. It could absolutely withstand directed explosions below a certain yield, and it separated the Dragon Bone Fossil sealed by Iron Fist from the underground area of this building, turning them into two different worlds.

"You have nowhere left to run, Immortal Iron Fist!"

A sentence of standard Chinese rang out. A former member of Madame Gao’s Hand charged at Old Wang while firing, his face twisted as he shouted, "Come on, kill us! Let us become sacrifices! Let the Beast descend completely! Let the entire world become an Asura Field of slaughter, the Beast’s hunting ground! The entire universe will be buried with us, including K’un-Lun hidden beyond the universe!"

"Too noisy!"

Old Wang snorted, raised his left hand, extended his middle finger, and pressed it downward, pointing at the man.

Destroy the universe?

Who gave you that confidence?

Who gave you the nerve to say that?

Did you think this was some Japanese anime with a broken power system?

Following his gaze and Old Wang’s command, the Gold-Titanium Alloy claws fired out, streaking through a trajectory too fast for ordinary eyes to catch before piercing the man’s throat.

Less than two seconds later, they returned to their original positions.

"Th-this is impossible!" The man clutched his throat, but he could not stop the blood pouring out. His eyes began to glaze over, his heart stopped beating, and he crashed to the ground.

A precision guidance system—another piece of high-tech built into the Titanium Alloy Gauntlets!

"Anything is possible. If you don’t believe me, ask Li Ning!"

Old Wang raised his right hand and spread all ten fingers.

Ten Gold-Titanium Alloy claws fired out.

Two seconds later, every enemy within fifty meters was dead.

More enemies closed in from farther away, but it was already too late.

If the gauntlets had not been too small, if their built-in batteries had not been so limited and so vastly inferior to an Arc Reactor, Old Wang could have slaughtered every enemy here with just those ten Gold-Titanium Alloy claws.

"What a shame they aren’t Wolverine’s Adamantium…"

"When Tony gets back, I need to figure out a way to swindle a few Arc Reactors out of him. Not many, just a few thousand…"

Old Wang turned around and raised his left hand.

The Titanium Alloy Gauntlets automatically detached, shifted slightly in shape, and attached themselves to his forearms.

These gauntlets really were valuable treasures, but because they used "ordinary materials" like Titanium Alloy and Gold-Titanium Alloy rather than the Arcane Gold and Kryptonite commonly used in epic equipment, they were far inferior in hardness, durability, energy capacity, and energy conduction.

They were not really suitable for a Monk.

By comparison, Old Wang preferred the Hand of the Deceiver he had looted from Kil’jaeden, as well as the Grasp of Mannoroth that the Eredar Twins treasured.

It was not that some skills could not be used with the Titanium Alloy Gauntlets.

He was simply worried about destroying them.

Before sufficiently powerful strength and sufficiently wild energy, Titanium Alloy and Gold-Titanium Alloy were as thin and fragile as printing paper.

All of his true qi gathered in his left palm as he slowly thrust it forward.

Then, the instant his palm came into contact with the fire door, a force ten times stronger than Madame Gao’s struck it.

The lock misaligned;

The steel warped;

The door opened.

Old Wang strolled inside as though he were wandering through his own backyard, and the fire door automatically shut behind him.

It blocked over a hundred Hand members who charged toward him from outside.

Boom!

At that moment, three grenades and two rockets flew toward Old Wang. Along with them came mounted heavy machine guns and shotguns.

Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of bullets poured down.

A pile of explosives detonated with a thunderous roar.

The walls collapsed, and reinforced concrete buried Old Wang beneath it.

Violent explosions, machine-gun fire, shotgun blasts, and the sound of collapsing walls came through her earpiece. Black Widow’s heart clenched tightly.

Master Wang had fallen into a trap!

"I told him he shouldn’t have been so reckless. The Hand must have been prepared. Charging in like that is no different from courting death!"

Black Widow leaped forward and took down the Hand ninja guarding the explosives with a flying scissor kick. She asked urgently in a low voice, "Master Wang? Master Wang? How are you? Do you need backup?"

There was no response.

Her heart rose into her throat.

Could that lazy yet powerful fat bastard really be dead, blown to death by the explosives?

If he died, who would contact Immortal Iron Fist? Who would contact K’un-Lun?

Would S.H.I.E.L.D. lose an ally just like that?

And would my hope of cultivating "qi" and becoming a "kung fu master" be shattered just like that?

"Don’t worry. Everything is under control. Wang said this was the best way, the fastest way. The goal is to keep the Hand from having time to kill more people, to prevent the Beast from descending with more power, and to stop Black Sky from becoming too powerful."

Skye’s voice was calm, though it trembled slightly. "The shockwave and electromagnetic interference from the explosion temporarily disabled the receiver controller. Fitz and Simmons actually didn’t account for that. Bad review… Do what you need to do. Don’t worry about Wang. He is Wang. He will definitely be fine!"

Skye’s gaze was unwavering.

No one knew Old Wang better than she did.

If the entire world were destroyed and only one person survived, that person would definitely be my king!

Maybe one day,

The Mississippi River would flow backward,

Mount Everest would collapse,

The Antarctic ice sheet would melt,

The stars in the sky would fall,

But Wang would not die.

Even if winter thunder rumbled, summer snow fell, and heaven and earth became one, my king would…

Absolutely! Never! Die!

Black Widow had no idea where Skye’s confidence came from. Master Wang was not Captain America or Immortal Iron Fist. How could he possibly withstand an explosion and gunfire on this scale…

Wait!

Immortal Iron Fist?

Everything that had happened over the past month flashed through her mind. The tangled threads of cause and effect, obscured by suggestion and her own assumptions, became clear after the fog lifted. A thin barrier was finally pierced, and the truth squeezed out like milk from a carton. Black Widow understood everything.

"Yes, you guessed right. Wang is Iron Fist."

Remembering her conversation with Old Wang, Skye gained a little more confidence. "He never said he wasn’t Iron Fist. You were all the ones making assumptions… Agent Romanoff, you should hurry. Don’t wait until he wipes out the Hand’s four Fingers and Black Sky while you still haven’t completed your mission."

Wang had said that after drinking so much Azeroth Essence wine, his strength had risen to a new level. It did not matter if some things were exposed now. He was confident he could face any danger.

Black Widow finally relaxed.

She remembered that slightly chubby figure with his face covered at Roxxon Power Plant, remembered the azure lightning that had struck like a bolt from the blue, remembered Winter Soldier being sent flying by a single palm strike and having his mechanical arm torn off by brute force, and remembered those iron shoulders that had carried her.

They seemed capable of bearing the sun and moon, shouldering mountains and rivers.

That fist which had badly wounded Winter Soldier—

Wasn’t that Iron Fist?

Feuerstein Base.

Skye tapped the keyboard and switched to another private channel.

A channel with only two people.

"Robbie, have you reached the designated location?"

"The plan has changed. Don’t worry about those Hand people… I know that without your help, many more Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. will die, but what does that have to do with me?"

"Wang needs your help!"

"Spirit of Vengeance, shut up! If you dare rebel, I’ll put your information online right now. Let’s see whether S.H.I.E.L.D. finds you first, Hydra finds you first, the New York Sanctum, or the Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One!"

Somewhere outside the building.

A Dodge Charger was parked by the roadside as the Spirit of Vengeance muttered in Robbie’s mind:

"That damned Beast has absorbed a lot of power. Me right now… I might not be able to beat it!"

PS1: Ghost Rider’s performance in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. was pretty average, nowhere near as impressive as the wildly popular Johnny.

PS2: In the comics, Ghost Rider was beaten up by a possessed Daredevil. Spider-Man, Iron Fist, Wolverine, and a whole bunch of other Super Heroes were beaten up at the same time.

PS3: I recommend a good friend’s book, "All-Powerful Lord of Another World." It is a DND-style lord novel with an Amber-style approach. The author is a veteran, and it is pretty well written.