What the hell was hardened Kryptonite?
And a magic door, too...
Master Wang, your ability to lie with your eyes open was almost on par with the Director's!
Natasha inwardly snarked, then observed carefully.
The little shop was covered in signs of battle.
All three rows of shelves had been knocked over, and every product on them had been destroyed. Durex littered the floor. Master Wang was splashed with medicinal liquor, sauce liquor, toothpaste, shampoo, Indian God Oil, and more. He also had quite a few wounds and was covered in blood.
Skye was applying medicine and wrapping him in bandages as tears streamed down her face.
He was injured, and seemingly badly. His complexion was poor, and even his breathing was faint.
Clearly, Master Wang's battle had not been as easy as his tone suggested.
The entire little shop had practically turned into a recycling depot. The fight had been dangerous.
Master Wang was clearly far weaker than the Kunlun Iron Fist.
If it had been Iron Fist, the battle would have ended in ten seconds at most—and he would not even have been injured!
Still, Master Wang was already formidable.
Even if she had not been injured, she probably could only have done this much.
As expected of Iron Fist's disciple. His reputation was well deserved!
Natasha quietly compared them in her mind.
Master Wang was young, lazy, inexperienced in battle, greedy for money and women, vain, and disrespectful. In terms of hand-to-hand combat alone, he was probably about her equal. But in a true fight to the death, even without the full Black Widow gear, she was confident she could kill him, though she would likely suffer serious injuries herself.
Iron Fist was vigorous despite his age, carried himself like a grandmaster, had extensive combat experience, and