You Know Nothing About Power

With their souls and bodies exchanged, the slightly chubby Chinese young man appeared behind the upper-class New York matriarch.

Then he extended a Pandaren hand.

It was as though Alexandra had eyes in the back of her head. True Qi swelled throughout her body, forming a shield of True Qi. Then she bent over, reached out, and tucked in her neck. The world-famous martial arts technique, the "Donkey Roll," was about to reappear in the world.

But how could an aging, dying matriarch compare in speed and strength to a young, vigorous Pandaren?

His left hand, freed of the Titanium Alloy Gauntlet, pierced through the True Qi shield. His fair, faintly reddened palm struck the back beneath her white clothes.

"Madam, do you need some cupping?"

A deep, magnetic voice rang out.

Thick True Qi poured into her body.

Tremendous force surged through her back.

Crack!

A series of crisp cracks sounded. Seven of her thirty-three vertebrae snapped, followed by her internal organs.

Alexandra felt a tightness in her chest and shortness of breath. She felt the last of her strength continuously draining away. Blood rushed up her throat. Her instantly shattered internal organs—especially her heart—caused a massive spray of blood. Driven by True Qi, it flooded into her trachea and esophagus, then into her throat.

Then it burst from her open mouth.

Her entire body flew away.

A second ultimate technique, beyond the "Donkey Roll," had finally made its debut:

Butt-First Falling Geese Form!

With a muffled thud, Alexandra landed flat on the ground in a flawless face-plant.

"This… is… impossible!"

Her organs had all been destroyed, her spine broken, and her breastbone shattered. Her last True Qi was forcibly keeping her alive. Alexandra knew she was bound to die, but what filled her heart at that moment was not fear of death. It was despair that all her schemes had come to nothing. "You… aren’t… Iron Fist!"

No one understood Iron Fist better than she did.

After using the Shou-Lao Dragon Bone for over a thousand years, the power possessed by her and the other four Fingers actually shared the same origin as Iron Fist’s. The only difference was that one came from a dead dragon’s bones, while the other came from a living dragon’s Dragon Heart. There was an essential difference between them—

One could only prolong life, while the other could grant its wielder power far beyond that of ordinary people.

And now, sensing the True Qi flowing into her body, Alexandra was certain:

The person behind her was not Iron Fist.

"What?"

Sowande, Murakami, and Bokuto, who had been about to attack, froze for a moment.

This man wasn’t Iron Fist?

Without Iron Fist, they could not open Iron Fist’s seal, nor could they obtain the Dragon Bone Fossil below.

And the last bit of dragon bone they had brought from K’un-Lun had already been used on Black Sky.

This… this…

What were they supposed to do?

An indescribable sense of ruin and absurdity filled the three men’s hearts. For that instant, they even forgot the threat of death.

The moment Old Wang heard Alexandra say that, he was instantly displeased.

Wait a second.

Look carefully at my fist. Isn’t my gauntlet made of iron? Isn’t my fist harder than iron?

How am I not Iron Fist?

Not only do I have an iron fist, I have an iron staff too. Want to give it a try?

His soul floated out of the rubble. As Old Wang’s soul and body merged, he put on the Titanium Alloy Gauntlets, hoisted the Titanium Alloy Staff onto his shoulder, and sighed. "I really am Iron Fist!"

Were you some clown the monkeys sent… Sowande, who had studied Chinese culture extensively, was the first to recover from his shock. Clenching his fists, he shouted, "Stop standing around! Attack together and kill him, or we’re all going to die!"

The underground area was not completely cut off from the upper levels, and there was more than one entrance and exit besides the sealed one.

But Old Wang’s sudden, miraculous appearance had convinced him of one thing:

There was no escaping.

Their only chance of survival was to kill this man!

Bokuto gripped his sword, Murakami held his blade, and Sowande stood empty-handed.

One was the greatest swordsmanship master in the world, one was Japan’s strongest blade master, and one was an acupoint-striking expert who knew the human body inside and out. Really—it was part of the TV show’s setting.

The three charged forward with their surviving subordinates.

They had basically run out of bullets, and even if some remained, there were not many.

Besides, so many grenades, rockets, shotguns, heavy machine guns, countless bullets, and so many explosions had failed to kill the man before them. They had not even managed to injure him. They did not expect firearms to be of any use.

At a crucial moment, they had to rely on cold weapons and "Qi"!

This fake Iron Fist was too sinister, too cunning. When he had fought Madame Gao, he had not even revealed his full strength. He had disguised himself as only slightly stronger than Madame Gao, but now he had shown his true power and effortlessly killed Alexandra, who was not much weaker than Madame Gao.

This man was not only not Iron Fist, he was not even one of the Kunlun People.

Kunlun People were all shut-in homebodies. None of them had any guile!

Crack!

Old Wang removed the Titanium Alloy Staff and drove it into the hard floor.

The piercing sound of metal digging in and scraping made the three men shudder from head to toe.

"You know nothing about…"

He released the staff, clenched both fists, and stood like a mountain.

"Power!"

Black Widow lay on the ground, wondering whether she should say, Motherfucker.

She had no idea what had been going on lately. She kept getting injured.

She was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s legendary agent. She had never failed a mission in all these years—until she had been shot in the waist.

The Winter Soldier had shot her.

A month ago at Roxxon Power Plant, she had been shot who knew how many times. If Master Wang had not appeared in time, she would have died then and there.

A whole bunch of Hydra agents had shot her.

This time, she had not been shot, but she had actually been beaten up barehanded. And the one beating her was not some burly, muscular man, but a little boy only as tall as her chest. And it had not even happened in bed. Who would believe it if she told them?

She had used every feature of the Widow suit, yet she had still been beaten up—pinned down and pummeled without any ability to resist.

It was utterly humiliating!

"I need help!"

As she watched the little boy approach step by step, Black Widow used her elbows and legs to push herself backward along the floor while shouting.

Suddenly.

A gunshot rang out.

Then came a continuous barrage of gunfire.

Dozens of bullets poured into the little boy at incredible speed, driving him back step by step with all the flair of an American blockbuster.

Elektra had arrived.

She wore standard S.H.I.E.L.D. field-agent gear and aimed a submachine gun at the little boy. Her expression was somewhat savage, her movements somewhat wild, and her attitude somewhat… fierce?

Like an avenging goddess!

Matt Murdock followed beside her.

The blind lawyer was also holding a submachine gun, and some of the bullets fired at the little boy came from him.

"Agent Romanoff!"

The last member of the trio, Stick, quickly walked over to Black Widow. Without any hesitation, he extended the index and middle fingers of his right hand and jabbed her more than a dozen times, including several important areas.

It made Black Widow feel pain in some places, soreness in others, unbearable itchiness elsewhere, and a faint warmth in certain areas.

"Acupoint striking?" Black Widow thought of some mysterious power from the East. It seemed The Hand had people who could do it too.

Stick nodded. "Master Wang taught me."

True Qi sealed more than a dozen acupoints, slightly easing the injuries the little boy had inflicted on her. Stick dragged Black Widow backward and casually tossed a grenade ahead.

Boom!

A violent explosion erupted, but not a trace of joy appeared on Stick’s face.

Instead, his heart sank.

The little boy walked out of the smoke. His clothes had been riddled with bullets and torn apart by the blast, leaving him nearly naked.

Yet he was completely uninjured.

All the beauty of youth was laid bare before the two men and two women.