Now That You're Here, You Might as Well Be Buried Here

The Vanisher first appeared in X-Men #2 in September 1963.

The yellow talisman slipped from his hand, floated up into the air, and then "popped," like a child setting off a dud firecracker.

The Vanisher paused for half a second, about to utter a sarcastic remark, when he noticed the talisman flash.

Countless never-before-seen runes shone with golden light and spread rapidly, quickly enveloping the entire corridor.

The smile on the Vanisher's face disappeared. He had no interest in wasting time with this butcher; he had many other tasks to handle.

Prism and Arclight are enough to keep this guy here.

Just as the Vanisher activated his ability to try and leave, the purplish-black particles barely appeared on his fingertips before dissipating into specks of starlight.

This unexpected turn of events left the Vanisher completely dumbfounded.

My mutant ability has failed?

Try again.

This time, there wasn't even a sound, not even a spark.

"Wozefa?"

"Hey... this is a craft passed down from our ancestors."

Finally relieved, Sing Sing pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and said, "You bunch of foreigners don't know anything."

"Look at me, I've really gone to great lengths to keep you here!"

The vanished figure, his Vanisher shifting between anger and rage, turned and roared at Prism, "What are you all standing there for! Kill him!"

Prism, clutching his lower back, didn't move; Crystal's face screamed, "I want to go home."

Arclight slapped him on the back of the head. "Useless trash, get out of here!"

Why did you hit me...?

"Shut up!"

Arclight stepped forward, her towering height of over 1.9 meters making her look like a wall, and slammed both palms onto the ground.

Click!

The crack in front of her sprang forward with a crackling sound, heading straight for Sing Sing's feet.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Sing Sing leaped into the air, and while still in mid-air, he noticed a beam of white light approaching.

Prism's chest emitted a burst of white light, and the energy beam shot straight towards Old Zhou's face.

"Snort!"

The Pig Butchering Knife slashed diagonally along the energy beam, causing the beam, which was aimed at Sing Sing, to deflect and smash into the ceiling.

Broken bricks were falling straight down from the ceiling.

Sing Sing tumbled and rolled in the air, splitting the falling construction debris in two, yet his dashing suit remained completely untouched by dust.

The moment his feet touched the ground, strange fluctuations of power appeared beside him.

The Vanisher appeared out of nowhere, its two short blades flashing with an eerie green light as it hurtled straight for his throat.

Sing Sing tilted his head to the side, and the Pig Butchering Knife swept across.

Clang!

The Vanisher was so shocked that he staggered back three steps, his hands and feet going numb.

Looking down, I saw a tiny chip, about the size of a grain of rice, on the blade.

"This knife of yours..." His eyes widened, "Where did it come from?"

"The pig butcher."

Old Zhou smiled and looked the Vanisher up and down.

Ling Ling Yi's Space-Sealing Talisman restricted the area, preventing him from leaving. However, based on what he had just seen, this Vanisher should be able to teleport short distances within the restricted area...

We need to hurry and take him down...

The three people surrounded them in a triangular formation.

Arclight made her first full appearance in Uncanny X-Men #211 (November 1986).

Arclight met the attack head-on, unleashing a barrage of Shockwaves at Sing Sing.

The Prism was tucked into the side, and the beam from his chest was designed to block his movement.

The Vanisher scurried around the outer perimeter like a mouse, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike with a hidden blade.

Frustrated, Sing Sing sheathed his sword, stepped forward with his left foot, and thrust out with his right palm.

The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!

Hidden Dragon, Do Not Use!

The force of the palm strike collided with the shockwave, sending Arclight staggering back several steps, her arm muscles throbbing with excruciating pain.

"The China are something else... Prism! Let's do it!"

During that palm strike, Sing Sing's back was exposed to his flank.

The light cluster in Prism's chest reached its limit, and a beam of energy as thick as a bowl rapidly approached.

"Clang!"

Director Zhou, who was prepared, was not caught off guard at all; he used his Qi to wield the knife!

The Pig Butchering Knife, empowered by Inner Qi, flew out on its own, slicing straight through the energy beam!

Sizzle--

The blinding light made the three people present close their eyes. When they opened them again, Sing Sing, who had been surrounded, had suddenly disappeared.

Prism felt a chill on his neck.

The Pig Butchering Knife, imbued with Inner Qi, swept past the crystal's waist.

"Snap!"

The lower half remained in the launch position, while the upper half fell to the ground with a thud and rolled twice.

"My legs!" Prism cried out, his upper body sprawled on the ground. "My legs are still standing there!"

Sing Sing flicked the crystal shards off his knife. "Remember to buy from the official flagship store next time you're in your life!"

Just then, I felt a chill in my lower back.

Taking advantage of the moment he sheathed his sword, the Vanisher sneaked up from behind, his short blade about to pierce his left ribcage.

"Go to hell!"

Sing Sing grunted, neither dodging nor flinching, and instead delivered an Iron Mountain Lean.

The shoulder slammed solidly into the Vanisher's chest, the sound of breaking ribs echoing as if a string of balloons had been popped.

The Vanisher flew five or six meters, crashed into the wall, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You ambushed me?"

Sing Sing pulled out the short blade that he couldn't stab with from his waist and tossed it aside casually.

"I've had ten holes punched in me in Congo; I've even got a membership card at the gates of hell. Your dose isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap for me!"

Arclight watched as one was severed in two and another coughed up blood, and her eyes immediately turned red.

"I'll take your life!!"

With both palms raised high above his head, he slammed down on Sing Sing like an angry Vajra.

"Holy crap!"

Sing Sing looked serious, pulled the Pig Butchering Knife behind his back, and crossed his palms to block.

"Golden Bell Shield! Iron Shirt!"

"Duang!!!"

Old Zhou was thrown into the air, his back slamming solidly against the wall, instantly leaving large cracks.

Old Zhou, who had slid down the wall, squatted down on the ground and couldn't help but take a puff of his cigarette.

The ribs are broken; you can hear the cracking sound—at least two.

"Cough cough..."

Arclight straightened up, panting, a hint of smugness just appearing on her face, when she saw the person by the wall suddenly raise their hand to wipe their face and grin.

That's it?

"Have you guys never been beaten before?"

Sing Sing slowly stood up, supporting himself against the wall, and stretched his neck as he did so. "Those three tricks of yours wouldn't even qualify for a work injury report in our company."

Press your palms together.

The Inner Qi rises from the dantian, surging upwards along the meridians, making the whole person feel like a boiling pot, with wisps of white steam rising from the top of the head.

"Arclight! Stop him! Quickly!"

It's too late.

"The Third Form of the Tathagata Divine Palm! Buddha Moves Mountains and Rivers!"

The force of the palm strike caused the air-raid shelter to tremble violently, and the Vanisher was the first to be affected, becoming dizzy and disoriented.

"Ahhh--↓"

The Vanisher, whose screams were gradually fading, was immediately smeared against the wall, but Sing Sing was not about to let him go.

They swiftly closed in on the Vanisher, and as the figure landed, they struck out with both palms once more.

"The Dragon Appears in the Field! The wild goose gradually approaches the land! Two dragons draw water! Striving diligently all day long..."

With each palm strike, the human-shaped figure on the wall gradually transformed into a bag of tomato sauce squeezed against the wall.

The bloody, human-shaped stain slid down the wall, creating a scene that was quite amusing.

Sing Sing stopped clapping, took a breath, and added, "Your job application has been approved. It's a permanent position, and the job is wallpapering."

At the other end of the corridor, Arclight saw her partner turned into a wall decoration and pounced on him like a madwoman.

I'm going to tear you to pieces!

Sing Sing reached behind him with his left hand and then raised it.

Whoosh!

Throwing knives one after another, as if they were free.

Arclight dodged left and right, narrowly avoiding her throat, but not her arms and legs.

With a series of muffled thuds, when he rushed over, the person was covered in thorns, and blood was gushing down his trouser leg.

She swung her fist with the last of her strength.

Sing Sing turned his head to let her pass, then gently pressed his hand on the back of her neck.

Sealing acupoints!

The burly woman, who was over 1.9 meters tall, collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Save your energy, little sister," Sing Sing said, leaning against the wall, panting. "With your physique, I'll arrange for you to carry heavy loads at the docks, three meals a day guaranteed."

Arclight's face was pressed against the ground, and she was cursing in some language that Old Zhou couldn't understand. Halfway through her curse, she choked on her own blood.

The Prism, now only half intact, witnessed the entire event: one went up the wall, and the other lay prone.

Then, looking at Sing Sing strolling over with a knife in his hand, even the sharp angles on Crystal's head trembled with fear.

"Don't kill me!!"

With both arms raised straight, he shouted, "I surrender! I surrender! I'm useful! I can reflect light! I can be a mirror! I can even be used as a lamp! Look!"

The light on his chest actually lit up, flashing intermittently.

Sing Sing: "..."

Goodness, that survival instinct is far stronger than his professional skills.

"If only you had been this sensible earlier, everything would have been fine."

He rummaged through his Mini Dimensional Box for a while and pulled out two specially made belly bands by Da Vinci.

Two dark, elongated belts, with a label that reads in small print: [Super-Powered Abdominal Support Belt - Made by Da Vinci - Strictly Prohibited from Being Wrapped Around the Neck]

Sing Sing glanced at the Prism, now only half intact. "... This isn't my fault, it's your own fault for not having a waist."

First, they put Arclight in a tortoise shell bondage, then they held up the other one and gestured at the Prism for a long time.

"Hey, is there any way to fix this split body?"