A challenge letter, and also an official letter.
A very formal official letter.
Old Wang opened it, took a sip of tea, his old brows furrowed deeply, and he tapped the table, making a tapping sound.
Wang Zhian, who delivered the official letter, chuckled nonchalantly, "What's there to worry about, godfather? It's just a challenge letter to Xiao Zong."
Old Wang looked up: "Do you have a solution?"
"Simple!" Wang Zhian laughed. "Now that the ghostly energy is reviving, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the ghosts. Neither we nor the League of Legends dare to turn against them. Aquaman Arthur is dead, and the League of Legends can't swallow this insult. Of course, it's mainly those bastards from American comics who were with Aquaman Arthur who can't let this go, so they sent out a challenge..."
Let me see who it is. Holy crap, wow, it's the Hulk, the one who's been hyped up to the skies! Wasn't he supposed to be some kind of invincible superhero in American comics, smashing the Earth with his endless rage? How did he become a level six magic user? They're both level six magic users, are they going to challenge Xiao Zong to a duel?
Old Wang: "Be serious!"
Wang Zhian shrugged: "Let me do it, I'll get serious right away."
"Tell me what you want to do first."
Old Wang was still uneasy, so Wang Zhian laughed loudly and said, "To put it bluntly, we don't know Xiao Zong's true abilities. Although Xiao Zong just fought a level 6 ghost and won completely, we had already guessed that Xiao Zong's trump card had an overwhelming effect on ghosts. So, as for whether he can beat the Hulk... hehe, we have no idea. Do you think those bastards in American comics have any idea?"
As he spoke, Wang Zhian set up a telegraph machine and sent a telegram to the United States in a very old-fashioned way.
New York, America.
The Statue of Liberty is adorned with a group of heroes, yet the atmosphere is remarkably cold.
It was the dead of night in the Eastern Kingdom, but here the sun was high in the sky, and the surroundings were brightly lit. Many heroes with particularly strange and handsome appearances were flying or standing, in groups of three or five, and each one looked more powerful than the last.
The Hulk has a refined appearance and wears glasses. When he's not transformed, he's even more meticulous about his appearance than Fang Zong.
He also stood arrogantly atop the torch of the Statue of Liberty, gazing at the azure sea.
"I disagree!" someone suddenly said.
Upon hearing this, a particularly wild-looking man wielding a one-handed hammer laughed: "Peter, I know you and the suit-wearing thug are good friends, but don't forget, back then Fang Zong was just a support staff member. He was treating your severed arm as part of his job, there was no favor involved. As for you and us... we already said it when we created the American comics, in League of Legends we are a group of people, comrades-in-arms! Arthur is dead, we must avenge him!"
"Shut up!" Peter, dressed in all black, suddenly had a purple light appear on the patterns of his bodysuit.
He sneered, "Thor, stop trying to sow discord! Ah Zong and I have been through thick and thin together. When I say I disagree, I mean it!"
Thor laughed dismissively: "You mean you've left the team? Then... do you even have the right to speak?"
"Why doesn't the Dark Spider have the right to speak? Thor, I heard you and Kayako are doing well, and you haven't been drained yet. Can you satisfy her? I'll help you, I like it!"
A thin man in a red tights jumped up and exaggeratedly raised his crotch: "Forget about Fang Zong, it's not fun. I still think coconut milk is fun. How about we go play together? I like it, I like it very much... Thor, what are you doing, you want to beat me? Come on, I'll cut off my arm and give you a hammer, and I'll help you hammer it into pieces, or you'll electrocute me into coke?"
"Deadpool!" Thor was completely enraged.
Deadpool, completely unfazed by Thor's rage, grabbed Peter and laughed, "Look at our clothes! We're brothers! Why would we help a show-off like you instead of Black Spider? You want to outdo me in showing off? Go ahead and hit me!"
Thor: "..."
Deadpool is immortal, not as tough as Wolverine, but definitely more monstrous than Wolverine.
Fighting Deadpool is just for fun, is it worth it?
At this moment, Peter put his arm around Deadpool's shoulder and laughed, "Alright, I know I'm just a junior at the fifth level of magic, and even Thor and Hulk don't take me seriously. But you guys really want to deal with Ah Zong? Okay, I'll leave the team."
"Remember this, you guys, today I'm leaving the team, tomorrow my girls will be coming to chat with you. I'm not in a hurry, once Fang Zong faces the challenge, I bet Hulk, and you, you ghost-playing Thor, will still be alive, haha."
"Hiss..." Thor gasped.
Hawkeswen's face suddenly turned green, and anger burned in his eyes, but he forcefully suppressed it.
He dared not be angry!
It has nothing to do with Dark Spider-Man.
Although Peter's abilities improved rapidly and his status rose sharply, they all knew very well that Peter was merely relying on nepotism.
However, this is also what terrifies them.
Peter Parker's connections directly link him to a seventh-level sculptor and an even more terrifying supernatural-level expert!
Hulk grumbled angrily, "Peter, if you're so tough, don't call for the Angel of Judgment, Kyle!"
"What?"
Peter grabbed the bodysuit covering his face, ripped it off, and it bounced back with a snap: "Fine, then I'll call Morgana. It's not like you can bully my little Nana."
Hulk: "..."
The fallen angel Morgana, and the holy angel Kayle.
They had always known that Kyle was an exceptionally powerful queen and hadn't taken Morgana seriously. But just two months ago, Morgana unleashed her accumulated power, directly becoming a seventh-level magic user, second only to a supernatural being.
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