The Most Promising Year

No wonder Danny Rand had lost contact. He had been beaten so badly that the connection was severed.

Du Mu was at a loss for words.

Iron Fist had quite the reputation in the comics. It was said to be capable of smashing even a phoenix to pieces—the Phoenix Force within Jean Grey.

Yet in Danny Rand's hands, he had somehow dragged Iron Fist's prestige down to the level of street brawls. Every day, he hung around with a bunch of street-level heroes, using Iron Fist Power to fight gangsters to the death. It was practically no different from using a nuclear bomb to blast an anthill.

He truly deserved his reputation as the weakest Iron Fist in history. The name was well-earned.

At Lei Kung's signal, several disciples carefully helped Danny Rand up and tilted his head slightly back.

Then Lei Kung picked up a bottle of Life Potion, stepped forward, pried open Danny Rand's mouth, and poured it in.

The Life Potion took effect quickly.

Danny Rand's superficial wounds rapidly closed and healed. Color gradually returned to his pale skin, and even that pig-headed face returned to human form.

Lei Kung watched the scene, secretly astonished.

What miraculous medicine.

If he could keep a few more bottles of such divine medicine on hand, it would be the same as having several extra lives for free.

Not long afterward, Danny Rand's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Only then did Lei Kung come back to himself. "Danny Rand, you're finally awake. You've been unconscious for two days and were on the verge of death. Luckily, the medicine brought by the Sorcerer Supreme saved you."

"The Sorcerer Supreme?"

Following Lei Kung's gaze, Danny Rand turned his head and finally noticed someone standing nearby.

"Du Mu, why are you