Wind, Fire, Lightning

Four Old Wangs.

Each one looked exactly like the original, yet each radiated a different aura:

One was passionate as fire, one swift as wind, one steady as a mountain, one gentle as water.

"Earth!"

"Fire!"

"Water!"

"Wind!"

"Wind, Fire, Lightning!"

The essence of a Monk was "True Qi," but that did not mean they could only use True Qi.

Besides natural energy, powerful Monks could also command the ever-present elements. Shang-Chi could summon fierce winds, and both the Wandering Isle and Pandaria were filled with Elemental Spirits who were close to the Monks.

"Wind, Fire, Lightning" was the signature skill that brought this ability to its peak, though…

It was somewhat incomplete.

The four great elements besides the soul were earth, fire, water, and wind.

Ordinary Monks could only split themselves into three Elemental Spirits—earth, fire, and wind—because fire and water were difficult to reconcile. When Old Wang had consolidated the Monk training system and taught it to Azeroth’s adventurers, he had used this simplified version as well.

He had also bestowed the title of "Grandmaster" upon the outstanding ones, awarded them hardened Kryptonite certificates jointly signed by the four great temples and Shado-Pan Monastery, then sent them off to clean toilets and unclog drains.

Since there were four great elements, how could one be missing?

A true Grandmaster powerful enough could naturally split into four Elemental Spirits, just like this.

The four Elemental Spirits attacked in four different directions.

They carried the force to break an army.

The adventurer version of "Wind, Fire, Lightning" was fairly mediocre. Souls that were too weak could not even control all the Elemental Spirits at once. They could barely control one, while the other two simply copied its movements.

The legendary Pandaren Brewmaster, Chen Stormstout, was stronger. He preferred to call this skill "Fire-Earth Storm" or "Elemental Separation." His powerful soul could control three Elemental Spirits at once, making it equivalent to having three of himself fighting.

If his personality had not been utterly incompatible with "water," that Pandaren man who had been single for decades could have split into four Elemental Spirits.

As Old Chen’s only disciple, Old Wang had carried this skill forward and developed it even further.

Whether it was adventurers or Old Chen, the Elemental Spirits they split off had time limits. Old Wang did not.

In other words, he could exist entirely in the form of the "Four Great Elemental Spirits": one could make waves with Quake, one could mix ice and fire with Scarlet Witch, one could shake the skies with Wasp, and one could stew Egghead alive.

The four Old Wangs, each looking exactly like the real person, possessed different elemental bodies.

How could pure elemental bodies be harmed or destroyed by physical bullets?

The five great elements formed the material foundation of the entire world, and humans were no exception.

He split his soul into four and separated his body into four elements again. He had lost the tender sensation of flesh, but gained new abilities and traits. Moreover, because the four bodies were linked, each one could use all of his skills.

Which meant…

"I have never fought alone!"

Old Wang adopted the same air he had once had while drifting alone across the Great Sea, playing Guandan against himself. Casting aside every distraction, he focused completely.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten people fell.

The wind roared, fire burned, floods howled, and sandstorms rose ten thousand feet high.

With his strength alone, Old Wang hunted hundreds of Hydra elites while casually stuffing water and mud into their guns and cannons.

Want to fire?

No chance!

"W-What is this?"

Seeing this, Bakshi was completely dumbfounded. "Are my eyes playing tricks on me, or is the world playing tricks on itself?"

"There is only one truth!"

Whitehall remained calm and composed even in danger. "Three of them are fake!"

During this period, he had investigated plenty of information and captured many people, including members of The Hand and the True Pure Ones Society.

Under his gentle blade, they had all confessed, spilling every legend of K’un-Lun and Iron Fist before dying happily amid screams.

In terms of his knowledge of the Kunlun Iron Fist, Whitehall might even surpass Stick.

Hydra possessed a great deal of preserved ancient information, all of it genuine and reliable. When it came to long histories, Hydra predated both The Hand and the True Pure Ones Society by far—

Those two organizations had grown up under Hydra’s watch.

There was more than one Iron Fist, but each generation had only one, and none of them had ever possessed any cloning ability. This was most likely an ability obtained from the Darkhold, and it was probably an illusion.

After prolonged training, one person might manage to divide their attention between two tasks, but they could never control two bodies at once, much less with such proficiency. That would be unfair to the men and women who paid for one-on-two encounters.

Let alone four bodies.

Whitehall observed carefully, but he still could not determine which ones were fake. So the only option was…

"Saturate the area with firepower!"

He said coldly, "Bakshi, you said that thing would work!"

"It works, it works, it’ll definitely work!"

Bakshi wiped away a cold sweat. If the weapon worked, he was useful. If it did not, then neither was he, and he would be on the operating table in minutes.

He hurriedly ordered everyone to open fire and deployed their most expensive weapon.

Two trucks adjusted their direction, pointing their rear ends at the four Old Wangs.

"This is the sonic weapon from Stark Industries you mentioned? Is it stronger than the Jericho Missile?" Whitehall was somewhat doubtful.

It looked like two drums. How much power could it possibly have?

"These are Sonic Cannons. They can emit extremely powerful sound waves, generating immense impact force. They can also automatically adjust their frequency to resonate with an enemy’s internal organs or other body parts, causing physical weakness, mental instability, and loss of mobility."

Bakshi patted the truck compartment as he guaranteed, "According to reliable intelligence, General Ross purchased the same type of sonic weapon from Stark Industries through S.H.I.E.L.D. channels to deal with Hulk. We have every reason to believe that if sonic weapons can deal with Hulk, they can naturally deal with Immortal Iron Fist. Compared to Hulk, Iron Fist is as inferior as Hammer Industries weaponry."

Whitehall’s gaze softened considerably.

Unless a nuclear bomb was used, it was difficult to threaten Hulk. That monster’s abilities were practically city-destroying!

In that case, while the Sonic Cannons might not match the Jericho Missile in area saturation, they were clearly more suitable for dealing with monsters like this.

"Fire." Whitehall gave the order.

The two Sonic Cannons aimed at the four Old Wangs and fired.

These Sonic Cannons could fully adjust their input power and output frequency, allowing their coverage area to be altered at will.

They now enveloped all four Old Wangs at once, naturally including the Hydra members currently getting beaten up.

They became sacrifices.

Whitehall was no human. He was colder and more ruthless than anyone.

The Sonic Cannons could not only kill Iron Fist, but also preserve the body intact. To Whitehall, that made them the best weapons. Experimental materials could not be damaged.

Wait…

Strange, where had that wind come from?

The wind blew from the left. Whitehall quickly turned his head and saw a woman in uniform walking over.

She was not particularly tall, but she was exceptionally curvy. Her tight uniform accentuated her figure, making her seem full of rolling waves.

These were not the ripples of little rivers and streams, but the waves of the sea—each one higher than the last.

His mind immediately began searching its records, and Whitehall recognized her:

Skye, one of the world’s top hackers, Immortal Iron Fist’s ambiguous love interest, and his first disciple.

What had she done?

Under Whitehall’s gaze, Skye raised her right hand.

An invisible shockwave appeared, instantly blasting the nearest Hydra member away. Like a kite with a snapped string, he flew more than ten meters, taking down two innocent bystanders along the way.

Whitehall’s eyes narrowed sharply.

Th-This was…

A shockwave?

She could actually create shockwaves. Could the Obelisk be related to her?

This ability sent Whitehall’s heart racing. He looked at Skye with blazing eyes, as though he had found the rarest experimental material in the world, seized by the urge to dissect and slice her apart immediately.

"Deal with her first!" Whitehall ordered calmly.

He suddenly felt that Skye posed the greater threat.

Immortal Iron Fist was only one person, after all, and his destructive power was limited. But Skye’s shockwaves were clearly area attacks. They looked quite powerful, and their range was at least over one hundred.

One of the two Sonic Cannons immediately turned to aim at Skye and activated.

"Wang said it himself: when it comes to waves, no one in this world is stronger than me. Not even Sonic Cannons!"

Skye raised both hands and released all her energy. "Come on! Let’s see whose waves are bigger—yours or mine!"