Wenwu's ten rings were certainly no less than divine weapons.
At least, after witnessing the birth of a divine weapon on Nidavellir, John could draw that conclusion.
The ten rings granted Wenwu the ability to remain ageless, making him even older than the Ancient One.
And that was far from all they could do.
They granted immense strength, along with a variety of other abilities.
Superhuman strength, enhanced endurance, and enhanced speed.
They enhanced him in every respect and gave Wenwu multiple ways to manipulate energy.
"You know, if most people made that request, I'd make their departure very painful." Wenwu smiled at John. "But since it's you, I trust that you aren't coveting my treasure."
Wenwu stood and waved his hand.
The ten rings slipped off his arms and flew toward John.
Just before they struck John's head, they came to an abrupt stop.
Wenwu's smile deepened. "Because you don't need these."
John raised an eyebrow. "I found something in the Devil's Triangle."
"I've always felt there was something familiar about its energy."
He picked up the ten rings, their shimmering purple light making him narrow his eyes. "Now I think I have an idea what it resembles."
That piqued Wenwu's curiosity. He sat back down and raised a hand with a smile. "You're free to go wherever you like here. No one will stop you."
"But there's one condition: you can't take the ten rings away."
"I know what Wizards can do. You come and go without a trace."
Wenwu tapped the newspaper on the table. "The Super Heroic Age? I'd say this is the age of the Wizarding Kingdom."
John smiled too. "Wherever you go, there's no escaping war."
"No matter how things change, this is still an age of war."
As an arms dealer, Wenwu wholeheartedly