Marvel anti-heroes starting with Tarot

"Instigating? It's not a nice word, but if you insist on saying it, it's not wrong."

Yingwu nodded, "I sent Abomination for the purpose of talking to you."

Banner lowered his head and thought for a while. If he was in the Hulk state, he wouldn't feel too bad about what happened tonight.

But Banner is different. In the Marvel world, he also has an IQ ceiling. Many things can be understood at a glance.

Including Betty being hated and thrown out of the window.

"So, Dr. Stern?"

After thinking for a while, Banner finally spoke.

Dr. Stern is dead. He was crushed to death as soon as the hatred rushed out. He was so dead that he could not die again.

If this was also arranged by Yingwu, then he really had to think about whether it was necessary to talk to him.

Yingwu shook his head, "This was an accident."

This is true, Yingwu didn't lie.

When Abomination rushed out, Dr. Stern reluctantly reached out and touched Hulk's muscles, and he appeared right in the path of Abomination's charge.

None of this was originally planned. Yingwu didn't want Dr. Stern to become a big boss, but he didn't have any intention of killing him.

All I can say is that everything is God’s arrangement.

Whether it was an accident or not, Banner had no way to confirm, so he could only assume that what Yingwu said was right.

"Well, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Yingwu smiled, "Before we talk, let me digress. I heard that before this, you learned breathing techniques from a jujitsu master in Brazil to control your anger?"

Banner nodded, there was nothing to hide.

The whole world knew that he would turn into the Hulk when he got angry, and he always wanted to solve this problem.

A playful smile appeared on Yingwu's face.

"Then did you know that Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu actually originated from Fuso Judo?"

Banner nodded. He had heard about this before, and the master who taught him breathing techniques also mentioned some about it.

Yingwu added, "Then do you know that Fuso Judo is actually derived from the martial arts of the Celestial Dynasty?"

In fact, many people in Laomi don’t know this.

They only know Fuso Judo, Fuso Karate, and Fuso Kendo, but they don’t know that Fuso Martial Arts originated from the Chinese martial arts.

But Banner is different. As a figure with a ceiling level of intelligence, he has a relatively wide range of interests and naturally knows a lot.

"I've heard about it, and I've also checked with some Tianchao martial arts schools in Chinatown. I've paid the tuition, but nothing they teach is of use."

"Even because of this, I once doubted whether the martial arts of the Celestial Dynasty were real. What was shown in those movies must be all lies."

When Banner said this, Yingwu felt a little embarrassed.

According to Banner, he was deceived by a martial arts master from China.

But Yingwu thought for a moment and could probably guess what was going on.

First of all, although the masters in Chinatown are really capable, not all martial arts masters are truly talented.

Especially after the Greater Bay Area star Raptors crossed the river and started the kung fu craze here, many three-legged cat players also followed suit and opened martial arts gyms to show off.

Banner may have met a liar.

It's like the so-called rat droppings that spoil a pot of porridge, making the whole world think that people in Yuzhou will fall into the sewer when they go out.

And there is another possibility.

That is, the master of the martial arts school is a real master and receives real money, but when it comes to breathing techniques, there is no real teaching.

After all, the truly capable masters are more traditional.

Something as core as the breathing method has always been passed down from male to female, from within to outside.

What's more, those who are not of my race must have different minds.

It can't be said that I am self-conscious, but it is a different kind of persistence.

As an outsider, there is no way to judge what is right or wrong in this matter.

It's just that since Yingwu brought Banner here today and talked about this with him, he just wanted to teach him something.

It's not some advanced martial arts, nor is it any technique involving Qi cultivation or anything like that.

It's just a formula, similar to the 'Bing Xin Jue', which can calm the mind but does not have the effect of refining qi and strengthening the body.

But before that, Yingwu had one thing to confirm.

"Do you know Chinese?"

After listening to Yingwu's words, a calm smile suddenly appeared on Banner's face.

"If you speak Mandarin well, I will speak it to you."

After a little show, Banner shrugged.

"Although I didn't say it specifically, they all call me a language genius!"

Yingwu didn't expect that Banner could actually speak a sentence in Chinese that he could understand without reading the subtitles. This was a bit unexpected.

However, for Yingwu, this is not something that makes him feel particularly great.

Being able to speak Chinese is no longer a password for wealth, only sincerity is.

Didn’t you see, more than 30% of the dialogue in the Shang-Chi movie is in Chinese? Is it useful?

There's a fart!

It cannot be released domestically.

Shang Qi's father has been dead for more than ten years, and Shang Qi is not even qualified to be a tadpole.

this is the truth.

The only advantage of Banner knowing Chinese is that he can better understand Yingwu's formula.

"Okay, since you understand Chinese, it will be easier."

"Come, read with me, your heart will be as clear as ice, and you won't be surprised if the sky falls..."

That night, Banner felt that there might be a problem with his previous understanding of himself.

All language geniuses are lies.

Is Chinese easy to learn? It doesn’t seem to be difficult.

At least he has learned almost daily conversation, and there is no problem in bargaining with the vegetable vendors in Chinatown.

But the Chinese taught by Yingwu seemed to be different from what he learned.

There are not many words, but it is like the classics of the pre-Qin Dynasty, with ancient words and arrogant teeth.

Banner asked Yingwu several times, what are you talking about, is this an illusion...

Fortunately, the brain is really a good thing.

Especially the brain of such a ceiling-level person.

Most of the night passed, when the sky began to light up and the east became white.

Banner suddenly changed from sitting cross-legged to kneeling, bent down and knocked Yingwu on the forehead.

"Master, I understand!"

The corner of Yingwu's mouth trembled, "Dr. Banner, you..."

"No," Banner looked up with a stubborn look on his face.

"Please call me Bruce. I learned the rules of your empire in Chinatown and know the principles of respecting teachers. Since you have taught me things, you are my teacher."

"Teacher, please accept my three bows!"

When Banner bowed down, Yingwu had already left the place in a daze.

Three prayers?Don't send me away again.

"There's no need to say goodbye, Bruce. I've also passed on the formula to you. Next, let's talk about business."

When Banner saw this, he had no choice but to stop insisting. Instead, he stood up and turned around, wondering.

"What's the matter? Teacher, please tell me."

"Just call me Wu." Yingwu waved his hand.

"What I'm saying is, Blue Star needs you."