Shang-Chi, sitting beside them, suddenly froze.
Because he had thought of a truly fatal problem—whether in the Shang-Chi movie or in the comic plots he had heard about, the greatest villain was none other than Shang-Chi's own father: Wenwu in the movies, Zheng Zu in the comics.
But whether it was Wenwu or Zheng Zu, their true identity was actually a villain called the Mandarin, whose prototype was the infamous Fu Manchu, a representative figure of the "Yellow Peril" theory.
Simply put, Fu Manchu was a collection of racial stereotypes, filled with every Western prejudice against Easterners. Of course, in an ordinary world, he would only be something disgusting. But in the Marvel world, that was not the case. The Mandarin had genuinely founded the Ten Rings and was a powerful Superpower User.
Although Shang-Chi could not be sure whether he was Fu Manchu's son in this world, there was no doubt that a half-baked Superpower User like him, who had only picked it up halfway, could never defeat the Mandarin wearing the Ten Rings through personal combat ability alone.
But if he did not go looking for trouble, would trouble not come looking for him? Even though Shang-Chi was a college student, he knew that idea was far too naive. If he really was the Mandarin's son, then sooner or later, he would have to put on a patricidal father-son drama.
But the question was, could he kill the Mandarin?
Shang-Chi had little hope of that. The key was that he was not a kung fu master at all. He truly could not figure out how the flow of energy within his body worked, nor did he have the system or old master that ordinary transmigrators were supposed to have. How many years would he have to train from