The King of Fighters in the Marvel World

Ling Cheng clearly knew that he was dreaming, but he couldn't control his body, and there was darkness all around. He walked unconsciously without direction.

His foot suddenly missed the point, as if he had fallen off a cliff. The feeling of weightlessness made his heart clench violently. With instinctive fear, there is also the relief that the dream is over.

As if in an instant, his consciousness regained control of his body. With a sudden shock, Ling Cheng looked around.

A clear and bright room, with superhero posters all over the wall, and empty wine bottles scattered on the floor.

Ling Cheng immediately confirmed that he was dreaming just now, but at the same time he confirmed that he was not awake yet and it was still a dream within a dream.

Are you awake yet? After shaking his aching head, Ling Cheng vaguely heard the sound of bodies colliding and wailing coming from outside the window.

"What kind of strange dream did I have? I have no memory of this place at all."

Ling Cheng muttered and walked to the window and looked out at the alley.

As soon as he stretched out his head to greet Ling Cheng, he saw a beer bottle flying towards him at high speed.

boom.

The beer bottle hit the window sill and fragments flew into the air. Fortunately, Ling Cheng was very decisive in shrinking his head, otherwise it would have been his head that was opened.

"Boy, stop being so nosy." A burst of anger and several arrogant laughs came from downstairs.

Normally, Ling Cheng would have stood up and scolded him, and picked up an empty wine bottle on the floor to bombard him, but just now when he raised his head and glanced at Ling Cheng, he had already taken a rough look at the scene downstairs. A tall foreigner dressed in flashy clothes was beating up a Chinese man. The Chinese man was beaten until his face was covered in blood and he screamed in agony. .

Even if Ling Cheng thought he was dreaming, his first reaction would be to call the police. He had already thought about his lines. The police officers had several foreigners beating people, and the scene was quite miserable. address is. . .

"Holy shit, Clinton District, New York." The address that somehow appeared in his mind made Ling Cheng sigh out.

He looked up at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room. In the mirror, he saw a handsome Chinese face about 8 meters tall, wearing pajamas and a thin body.

A wave of unfamiliar memories emerged. Lingcheng is a Chinese American, and his parents opened a martial arts gym in Clinton, New York. But the business is bleak, nonsense, how can it not be bleak? If you open a martial arts studio and you are harassed by the local underworld, and you have to pay high protection fees, who would dare to come and learn martial arts.

What's even worse is that not long ago, his parents got into a car accident and passed away, leaving only Lingcheng and this martial arts gym with a death compensation of US$30. What followed was crazy harassment by the local underworld. Unable to bear the blow, Ling Cheng committed suicide by swallowing a large amount of sleeping pills last night.

"So I have traveled through time," Ling Cheng thought in surprise.

As a "Five Poison" young man in the new era, he easily accepted the fact that he had traveled through time.

The heartless Ling Cheng simply ignored the tragic experience of his parents' death in his previous life, and only thought of his parents before time travel. Fortunately, I am not alone. I had a younger sister before I traveled through time. I hope my parents won't be too sad.

The one you need to worry about now is yourself. Judging from the memory in my mind, the superheroes posted in the room all exist in reality, including Iron Man and Captain America. . Add to this the Hulk, Hammer God, who are not yet widely known, and the deadly Purple Potato Head who was on fire before time travel. This is the world of Marvel where ordinary people are precarious.

If these were still too far away, the screams coming from the window reminded Ling Cheng that he was living in the famous "Hell's Kitchen" in Clinton District, the most chaotic area in New York, and he was also targeted by the local gang.

Ling Cheng's face was ashen. In his previous life, he was just an otaku and a scumbag. He had never been in a fight since he was a child. The most familiar way to deal with conflict is to be reasonable. The problem is that this world where fists are the only reason is completely unreasonable.

Damn it, what kind of evil have I done? I traveled to such a troubled world, but I am still an orphan with no background. No high-tech or mutation has anything to do with me. I only have a martial arts school that is about to close down and a few people. One hundred thousand compensation.

Yes, I have money. Lingcheng's eyes lit up and he was immediately ready to pack up his things and run back to China. The safest place in the world is naturally for superheroes to do the work of saving the world. All I need is not to be killed by the aftermath of superheroes saving the world.

A burst of extremely familiar music sounded, and Ling Cheng, who had made up his mind to run away, suddenly stopped and four big characters popped up in front of his eyes.

King of Fighters Destiny.

Looking at the mobile game interface that he had been playing for a long time, Ling Cheng couldn't help but get excited.

It’s undoubtedly a golden finger.

It seems that most of the functions on the interface are dim. There are only five functions: recruitment, fighter, character, master group, and backpack.

Looking at the familiar buttoned-up avatar and the big v15 Lingcheng in the upper right corner of the interface, he was very excited. Then he saw that his original combat power of 5 million only had a pitiful points left. Once back before liberation

Click to open the fighter interface. Sure enough, there is only one starting character Terry. .

After skillfully bringing Terry into the master group, Ling Cheng found that his combat power had jumped to 1805. And a huge energy emerged from the body out of thin air.

Fire Punch Energy Dunk Energy Fountain

Ling Cheng had a feeling that he could use Terry's three skills.

Feeling the strength of his clenched hands, Ling Cheng glanced out the window. He has a bold idea.

Jumped out from the second floor and landed easily. After Ling Cheng subconsciously lowered his head to confirm that he was okay, he swelled.

"Boy, did you take my warning as fart?" Hearing the movement behind him, the white man who took the lead turned around, looked at Ling Cheng and cursed fiercely.

"You damn foreign devil, you dare to attack my compatriots on my territory. Today, labor and management will let you know that you can't afford to offend the Chinese," Ling Cheng cursed in English very naturally.

Looking at the yellow-skinned monkey in front of them, the three of them laughed.

Even the Chinese who was beaten on the ground with a bruised nose and face looked at Ling Cheng with pity.

"Laughing at you for being paralyzed. Three orangutans who have not evolved fully yet still learn to bully others." Ling Cheng said angrily.

He has not yet changed from the otaku mentality and is still thinking about the same old routine. Anyway, if you don’t take action first, I will kill you with peace of mind if you dare to do so.

The three people on the opposite side looked gloomy after hearing Ling Cheng's words. They looked at each other and gathered around.

"Watch me tear this yellow-skinned monkey apart," the white man in the lead said cruelly.

At 1.9 meters tall and full of muscles, he was confident that he could knock down the skinny Chinese man in front of him who was a head shorter than him with one punch.

Looking at the punch, Ling Cheng felt that dozens of solutions popped up out of thin air in his mind. This turned out to be Terry's combat experience. Goldfinger is more powerful than he thought.

Ling Cheng casually held the opponent's wrist and gradually tightened it. Watching the other person go from surprised to frightened to screaming. Instead, Ling Cheng felt a burst of pleasure.

As a time-traveling party in the chaotic neutral camp, he doesn't have any psychological burden. Everyone here is an NPC, not to mention that he still offended his own NPC.

Having a rough idea of ​​his own combat power, Ling Cheng kicked the tall white man in front of him in the stomach and watched him roll five meters away like a gourd.

The remaining two people on the opposite side saw the boss being killed instantly, but they did not run away. They were busy taking out a folding knife from their pockets and stabbing Ling Cheng hard. The qualities of a professional gangster are fully demonstrated in a few movements.

Flame punch. Lingcheng thought to himself

Orange-red energy surged in Ling Cheng's right hand, leading him to quickly attack the two people opposite him. In the horrified eyes of the opposite party, a sandbag-sized fist with a violent shock wave directly blew the two people away and hit them behind. On the wall, it bounced twice when it landed, not knowing whether it was life or death.

Ling Cheng looked at the effect of the flame punch and patted the non-existent ash on his hand with satisfaction and turned around to leave. He was anxious to go back and study his golden finger.

"I know your name is Ling, right? If you dare to offend our New York gangsters, aren't you afraid of retribution?" The leading white man lay hunched on the ground and shouted at Ling Cheng's back without fear of death.

"Oh. You know me and you told me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you to silence you?" Ling Cheng turned around and stared at the big white man on the ground and said speechlessly.

"Uh." The white man seemed to realize his stupidity and kept his mouth shut.

Seeing that the other party chose to follow Xin Lingcheng, he didn't teach him any more. As for offending gangsters, he has been targeted for a long time. If he has a lot of debt, he doesn't have to worry about it. As long as he makes good use of his golden fingers, it's not sure who will win. .