Amid everyone's cries of alarm, Tony turned around, preparing to knock Namor back again, but then he heard a light chuckle beside him. Someone teased, "Wow, what a sorry sight. The elegant long-range warrior, pacifist, Mr. Tony Stark."
Then, before his eyes could adjust, the fierce-looking Namor was kicked hard in the face. He clearly saw Namor's face twist and deform, with several teeth flying out from one side of his mouth.
Namor was then kicked flying, bouncing across the surface of the water like a skipping stone until he vanished at the edge of their vision.
Tony let out a long breath and glared at his master, Zhan Liu, who was grinning beside him. He shouted irritably, "Damn it! What took you so long?"
Zhan Liu reached out and shifted Peter in his arms, checking his injuries. Only after confirming that Peter wouldn't die did he grin and say, "Who said I just got here? I arrived before you did. When you called me, I was already standing in the sky. You just didn't look up."
"And you just stood up there watching? You didn't even come down to help? Peter was dying!" Tony was exasperated.
"Relax. A martial artist's vitality is extremely tenacious. How could he die so easily? Peter's injuries are only slightly worse than last time. He'll be fine after resting for a few days."
"After reaching the Twenty-Five Heavens, the body's self-healing ability becomes extremely outrageous. No matter how serious the injury, it can recover quickly."
"If you can reach the Fifty Heavens, you can perform Cellular Reconstruction. No matter what kind of disability the body suffers, as long as either the brain or the heart remains undamaged, the body can be restored through Cellular Reconstruction. And it doesn't only work on yourself; you can