Captain Marvel? Hello, Goodbye!

Faced with two robbers who looked like they could be blown over by a gust of wind, Li Feng could not even be bothered to conjure a Fireball. He simply used his fists to send the black-and-white duo, high on excessive marijuana, sprawling on the ground and questioning their lives.

Watching Li Feng coolly ride off on their motorcycle, the two then looked at the empty wallet lying in the distance. It was their wallet.

They had agreed that they would rob others, yet not only had the other guy knocked them down with a few punches and kicks, he had also taken the only fifty dollars the two brothers had. That alone would have been fine, but what was with that contemptuous look and calling them poor bastards before leaving? Did robbers not deserve dignity?

The Black man rubbed his bruised and swollen cheek, then looked at the White man, who had also been beaten into a pig's head. "What do we do now? Should we call the police?"

The White man said, "Call the police? What are you going to tell them? That the guy we tried to rob beat us into pig heads, then took our only money and the motorcycle we just stole?"

Is my buddy an idiot? How can he forget our own history? Or did he drop out before even finishing kindergarten and become a street thug?

The White man patted the dirt off his butt and got up. Without even looking at the Black man's confused expression, he decided to go solo. Otherwise, my Black brother is going to get me killed one day.

Meanwhile, Li Feng rode the stolen motorcycle toward Louisiana. When he passed a convenience store, he bought several decks of playing cards.

By the time night fell, Li Feng casually tossed the motorcycle, which had run out of gas, by the roadside and headed straight into a patch of bushes not far from the highway.

Riding a motorcycle looked cool, sure, but the thing was stolen. What if the black-and-white brothers called the police and brought the cops after him?

Li Feng aspired to become a great Mage. How could he throw away an opportunity to practice Portals just to look cool? Anyway, Li Feng would never admit that he was reluctant to spend money on gas.

Besides, was it just about a little gas money? Did no one know that a Harley Motorcycle was a gas guzzler?

After finding a relatively clean, open patch in the sparse bushes, Li Feng used Fire Conjuration to light a campfire. He then took out some magical materials from his Shoulder Bag and opened a beautifully packaged deck of playing cards.

After spending half a year in Jonah Hex's world, Li Feng could already conjure Fireballs skillfully. But with his Mana still so limited, the Fireball Spell was not suitable for combat.

First was its power. Aside from setting furry creatures like cats and dogs on fire, it was still difficult to ignite a living person. At most, it could burn them. If the person hit by the Fireball moved quickly enough to take off their burning coat, they might not even get burned.

Second, the Fireball flew far too slowly, about as fast as a child's toy gun. Anyone even somewhat agile could easily dodge it, making Li Feng waste his already limited Mana.

Finally, there was casting speed. Li Feng could not instantly cast a Fireball Spell yet. Did he expect his enemies to stupidly stand still while he finished the spell, then stupidly refuse to dodge as the Fireball slammed into their faces?

If he really encountered an enemy that stupid, Li Feng might as well pull out a knife and stab them a few times. Why waste effort conjuring a Fireball?

So, in order to gain ranged attack power for now, Li Feng could only either buy firearms or create casting tools.

Unfortunately, Li Feng felt that firearms did not fit a Mage's identity. Besides, guns were not Magical Artifacts and could not be brought into another world during travel. On top of that, he had gotten some magical materials for free while living at Kamar-Taj, so he naturally put firearms out of his mind.

As for why he chose playing cards as magical vessels, Li Feng was helpless about that too. Throwing knives would originally have been more suitable casting tools, but Li Feng knew that setting throwing knives on fire was still difficult for him. Besides, between carrying throwing knives and carrying playing cards, which did he think would more easily attract the police? And how would he explain them to security?

Moreover, how many throwing knives could he carry? What about playing cards? Leaving aside that they caught fire easily and the police would not pay much attention to them, the key was that they were thin and light. Even if he put a deck in each pants pocket, outsiders would not easily notice them. One deck had fifty-four cards, and two decks meant over a hundred cards. Who could carry over a hundred throwing knives around? The weight of the knives alone would be enough to wear out their user, let alone allow flexible combat.

In the middle of the night.

Li Feng admired the freshly made playing cards, their fronts covered in runes and their backs engraved with Merlin's Ring, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Glancing at his nearly depleted magical materials, Li Feng's eye twitched. He held the cards between his fingers and examined them repeatedly, muttering, "That was not easy. I wasted more than half the materials just to successfully make twenty Magic Playing Cards containing Fireball Spells."

"I wonder how powerful they are. Do not let me down. I spent nearly half a year coming up with this tool."

Thinking of that, Li Feng turned around with a hint of excitement and searched for a target.

There was nothing in this wilderness but rocks, so Li Feng could only imagine a distant stone as his enemy. After taking a deep breath, he flicked his wrist and sent a playing card flying.

As the card struck the stone under the control of his mental power, a Fireball suddenly erupted.

Li Feng nodded in satisfaction. Its speed is about the same as a crossbow bolt's, but crossbow bolts fly in straight lines. Playing cards do not. Their flight path curves, making it difficult for targets to dodge them in advance.

Unfortunately, my mental control range is only ten meters. The enemy has to be within ten meters of me for the cards to strike accurately. But that is only for now. As long as I keep cultivating, I will eventually reach a hundred meters, a thousand meters.

Sitting back beside the campfire, Li Feng carefully sensed the Mana consumed by launching the card. After a while, he grinned and muttered to himself, "Not bad. It used about one-third of the Mana required for a Fireball Spell, yet its power is a bit greater than the Fireball Spell I cast myself."

He turned to look at the rock, now slightly cracked from the Fireball's heat. Unwilling to admit that the Fireball Spell he personally cast was a cheap imitation, Li Feng muttered, "Only a little stronger. Just a little."

At dawn, Li Feng opened his eyes from his cross-legged meditation. He got up and jogged along the highway to exercise. Half an hour later, after fully loosening up his limbs and breaking into a light sweat, Li Feng took a pack of compressed biscuits from his bag and ate with relish.

Beef-flavored compressed rations were just that delicious. Li Feng claimed he could eat ten packs at a time, but the moment he thought about the price, he painfully ate only two packs and declared that his stomach hurt and he could not eat any more.

Several days later, the dusty and travel-worn Li Feng finally arrived in Louisiana. After all this Portal practice along the way, he no longer needed to pose for ages before opening one. Though he was nowhere near as effortless and graceful as the Ancient One and still could not use them in battle, Li Feng believed that if given a few seconds to cast, he could at least use one to escape.

As he passed the backyard of someone selling a used RV, Li Feng glanced at the small private plane parked there. Then, after reaching the front door, he spotted another futuristic-looking aircraft parked by the distant roadside and muttered, "The one in the backyard is easy to explain. It is probably for spraying crops. But what the hell is the one by the road for? Traveling?"

With envy in his eyes, Li Feng knocked on the door and pursed his lips in thought. They really are rich. No wonder they are selling an eighty-percent-new RV so cheaply. My trip all the way from New York was not wasted after all.

At that moment, a beautiful woman in a white short-sleeved shirt opened the door. Li Feng extended a hand for a handshake and smiled. "Hello, are you Maria Rambeau? I'm Austin. We spoke on the phone before—"

Before Li Feng could finish, the woman in the short-sleeved shirt grabbed him by the throat with a red-glowing hand and dragged him into the house.

The bewildered Li Feng instinctively tried to resist, but a huge energy surged from her red-glowing hand and instantly threw his Mana into chaos, leaving him unable to fight back.

As he was dragged inside, Li Feng was still wondering when he had offended this beautiful superhuman woman when he heard her sneer, "Talos, next time, figure out that homeless people on planet C-53 do not politely knock on doors."

Glancing at Li Feng's flip-flops, the woman raised a brow. "One more thing. Your slippers have great taste."

At that moment, Li Feng's attention was neither on the beautiful woman's hand around his throat nor on appreciating her figure. It was on the Black man behind her.

Li Feng knew this Black man. Though he was neither one-eyed nor bald at the moment, Li Feng still recognized him at a glance as the famous Agent Fury, the future director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the unlucky director Feiqiu.

Damn it, I only came all this way to buy a used RV. Did I have to run into Egg, who suspects everything?

Looking at Fury with hair, Li Feng pursed his lips. Sorry. Your bald Egg image is just too deeply ingrained, so please forgive me for ignoring that short hair still stubbornly clinging to your head.

Hearing what the woman called him, Li Feng blinked innocently at her and said, "Wait, I'm not Talos. I'm just here to buy a used vehicle."

From the name Talos, along with Fury and the red glow around the woman's hand gripping his throat, Li Feng already knew who she was: Carol Danvers, also known as Captain Marvel.

Li Feng felt rather wronged. Looking at Carol, who was examining him with a puzzled expression, he wanted to say, "Hello, Captain Marvel. I got the wrong address. Goodbye."

Damn it, can I really be this unlucky? I ran into Fury just buying a vehicle, and I practically delivered myself to his door. In my plans for the future, I did intend to draw S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention because I wanted to get close to the Infinity Stones, but damn it, not while I'm still this weak. I meant after I became powerful enough to have some say in things!

Huh? The Kree Cruiser that Skrull commander Talos is searching for has an Infinity Stone on it, doesn't it? Should I take the chance to seize it?

Before Li Feng could finish thinking about how to approach the Kree Cruiser, he suddenly felt every hair on his body stand on end.

Li Feng lowered his head toward the source of that dangerous feeling. A cute cat was sniffing his toes while continuously pacing around him.

The cat's eyes gave Li Feng the illusion that it was sizing up food. He swallowed and shuddered, inwardly on the verge of tears. Li Feng could only feel that today was going to be his end. Damn it, I forgot there's a Flerken here too.