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What pained Danny Rand the most was that Colleen Wyn herself didn't show any disgust or dislike towards Hawke's actions, meaning that she was most likely doing it voluntarily...
106 The Power of Being a Cheater [Please Subscribe and Give Flowers]
"Qi cultivators are so outdated. Let me show you the power of an overpowered being."
Hawke slowly approached, his eyes gradually emitting a crimson light.
Just when everyone thought he was about to blast the stone gate with that terrifying heat ray, he suddenly raised his hands, and two thick, reddish-gold high-temperature rays shot towards his own hands.
When it comes into contact with the skin, ripples appear on the skin's surface.
He is absorbing his own thermal energy!
This is Hawke's preferred way of absorbing energy, and it's also the source of his confidence in always having enough energy in his body.
Although the heat ray is powerful, is a long-range attack, and consumes little energy (only basic stamina), the eyes will enter a cooling phase after reaching a certain temperature, seemingly due to some kind of rigid cooling mechanism, thus preventing it from being released for an extended period.
Starting from 0, firing until cooldown, and firing continuously at full power for 30 minutes, but if you use those 30 minutes to replenish your energy, it's enough to support high-intensity "520" battles for more than two hours.
For Hawke, using thermal rays to replenish his own energy is currently the most convenient method.
Unless a better and more convenient way to replenish energy than thermal radiation is found later.
After replenishing his energy, Hawke mobilized the energy he had absorbed and threw a punch at the stone door engraved with the Iron Fist Seal.
As Hawke's fist advanced, the seal and the stone gate shattered.
For Hawke, this was nothing to boast about, because even the strongest iron fist in Kunlun wouldn't be a match for him with his current strength. Moreover, the iron fist sealing this place wasn't even the strongest iron fist, but just one of the iron fists—even a weakling like Danny Rand could break the seal, so why shouldn't Hawke be able to?
Danny Rand was dumbfounded.
"How could this be? How could this be?"
He muttered to himself, utterly perplexed.
Everyone says this is a seal that can only be broken with an iron fist, right?
Isn't this something only a chosen one can do?
Why did the man who stole Colleen from him break the Iron Fist seal so easily?
This is unscientific!
After the seal is broken.
Behind the stone gate, a special space appeared before Hawke and the others.
"Let's go in and have a look."
Hawke led the way inside, and Erica and Colleen Win immediately followed.
In the pitch-black space, the lights were turned on.
The skeleton of a giant dragon appeared before Hawke and his companions. They could vaguely recognize how enormous the dragon must have been in life. Even in the long process of its death, when it had solidified into a fossil-like form, it still exuded a strong aura, making them want to kneel down. It was as if a higher-dimensional being was instinctively suppressing a lower-dimensional being.
"So this is the dragon bone that the Hand searched the whole world for, at any cost?"
Erica stared fascinated at the enormous dragon skeleton, and an instinctive urge compelled her to reach out and touch it.
"boom--!"
Suddenly, the dragon bone that occupied the entire space trembled, and a huge amount of energy, like a rolling wave, rushed into Erica's body from the hand that was touching the dragon bone.
Erica felt as if her body was about to explode.
Waves of scorching energy, like magma, flowed through her limbs and bones, baking her flesh and blood.
Erica was instantly filled with this energy.
"Ah, we can't come in any more, if we come in any more it will explode."
Erica cried out in her heart.
Fortunately, Hawke intervened in time and knocked Erica away.
Erica slammed into the wall and lost consciousness.
Colleen Win stood there, stunned.
Everything happened so fast that she hadn't even had time to react before it was all over.
"Is she...is she alright?"
Colleen Wing still had some feelings for Erica, her comrade-in-arms who had fought alongside her, and asked with concern.
"She's alright, she just needs a rest." Hawke checked Erica's condition and sighed, "Sigh, I don't even know what to say to her. Even a child knows not to touch things they've never seen before..."
……
The next day, early in the morning.
Erica's eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.
"Where am I...?"
"Erica, you're finally awake?"
Colleen Winkle, who was in charge of taking care of Erica, was overjoyed and rushed over to inquire about the situation, and also informed Hawke of the news.
Hawke, who was in the lab, had Colleen Wyn bring Erica to the lab.
"Erica, you're awake?" Hawke asked with a smile. "Is there anything wrong with your health?"
"Body?"
Erica moved slightly, puzzled, and said:
"After waking up, I did feel some changes in myself. I felt like I was full of energy, like I had no end in sight, and my strength had also increased a lot..."
"It's all because you were too reckless!" Hawke said. "That's a sealed artifact of the Iron Fist's power, not just an ordinary animal skeleton! But every mistake has its advantage; your body was cleansed by the dragon bone's energy for a while... the benefits you gained are well worth it..."
Erica nodded, looking a little confused, and asked, "So, have the dragon bones been brought back?"
“Isn’t that obvious? It’s already been transported to my lab here,” Hawke said. “Although Murakami explained how the Hand Society uses the five fingers to utilize the dragon bone, how can we easily trust those eagle-eyed, wolf-like people? It’s best to have our own people study it. By then, even if we don’t achieve immortality, at least keeping you two young forever should be a piece of cake.”
"Eternal youth?"
Erica and Colleen Wing instinctively touched their cheeks, exchanged a glance, and both saw the attraction in each other's eyes.
No woman can resist the allure of eternal youth.
The two knew that they would be carrying guns together quite often in the future.
"By the way, the work of incorporating the Hand is also underway. Erica, you'll be in charge of the Hand's American branch, and Colleen, you'll be in charge of the Hand's Japanese branch. Is that alright?" Hawke added.
"Huh?" Colleen Wynne said, bewildered. "I've never done this kind of work before. Suddenly asking me to reorganize the Hand is too much of a challenge for me."
“What’s so difficult about that? Murakami will fully cooperate with you. Don’t worry, as long as I’m alright, he’ll be our most loyal dog,” Hawke said.
Murakami is a typical Japanese man: cold and cruel to the weak, and obsequious to the strong who beat him to a pulp. Now, in front of Hawke, he is so obsequious that he almost wants to call Hawke his father. Although he probably wants to tear Hawke to pieces, he only thinks about it in his heart and doesn't dare to do it at all. Hawke doesn't care.
Colleen Wing was still somewhat conflicted: "You Ryan's forces are already so strong, why are you still eyeing the Hand's little bit of wealth in Japan?"
“Which zaibatsu would complain about being too powerful?” Hawke rolled his eyes. “Ryan is just looking for a springboard to infiltrate the Japanese zaibatsu circle!”
"The United States has always been Japan's de facto ruler, having established so many US military bases. Japan is so weak and doesn't have nuclear weapons. With the United States as your backer, it should be very easy for you, Ryan, to project power onto Japan, right?"
"Japan doesn't have nuclear weapons?" Hawke said. "You'll make me laugh! Have you any common sense? If Japan didn't have nuclear weapons, what did the United States drop on Japan during World War II?"
107 Hawk Lane: I am the king!
As dawn dispelled the last wisps of smoke over Brooklyn, an information nuclear explosion, far exceeding the intensity of last night's battle, had already resounded globally.
New York, the city that never sleeps and never lacks news, is today completely dominated by one name—Hawk Lane, or rather, the King!
Without exception, the front pages of all major authoritative and non-authoritative media outlets were dominated by the same photo or video screenshot—that young, handsome face that was no longer covered by any mask.
The face of the heir to the Ryan Group's multi-billion dollar empire was now superimposed on his futuristic, form-fitting battle suit, which was shimmering with azure light and mysterious gold patterns.
The conflicting identities brought an unprecedented visual and cognitive shock.
The first high-definition video to surface accurately captured that stunning moment: a deep blue-purple "meteor" silently tore through the New York night sky, hovering abruptly just before touching the ground!
A fierce wind whipped up dust, and the dark gold cloak fluttered like a king's banner.
Hawk hovered above the ruins, his almost black midnight blue battle suit clinging to his body, the golden geometric lines embroidered around him slowly losing their luster.
His calm face conveyed boundless justice, striking straight to the heart through the screen.
The Lian Group's media platforms immediately featured this video at the top of their feeds, with a prominent title:
"The power of capital can also be transformed into a protective shield. Hawk Lane, heir to the Lane Corporation, is none other than the superhero 'King'!"
The comments section instantly crashed servers, and netizens worldwide went wild: "Is this a real-life Batman?!"
"The suit design surpasses all sci-fi blockbusters!"
"This debut heralds the arrival of a new era!"
Following closely behind were video clips on YouTube and other video websites, which, despite being meticulously edited to blur out key gory scenes, still possessed a powerful impact and spread like wildfire.
The video clearly shows Hawke's absolute domination of the notorious criminal organization "Hand-Gathering".
In the video, the blue phantom moves with ghostly speed, making two fatal flashes followed by dull thuds.
Of course, the image cleverly blurs the target's head area, only showing the opponent crashing to the ground and the onlookers' extreme horror, as well as Hawke's subtle action of disgustingly shaking off the residue as he retracts his fist, which is shown in high-definition close-up!
Despite the mosaic effect, no one doubted the destructive power of that instantaneous burst.
"The heir to the Ryan Group, with extraordinary power, brought an end to the core leader of a centuries-old criminal organization!"—Mainstream media used restrained language but could not hide their shock.
"We have a king, we have a one-punch man!"
"The Hand: We've messed with the wrong ancestors!"
"A perfect combination of power and capital, the old-fashioned gangsters are no match for him!"
Aside from the absolute power he displayed and his cool battle suit, the entire storm was focused on Hawk Lane's unmasked face.
When it was confirmed that this mysterious "king" who had been fighting crime on the streets of Brooklyn for years was actually the heir to a vast business empire, a Columbia University graduate, and a top scion who frequently appeared in financial and entertainment headlines, the world's understanding of the world was completely shattered!
Shares of the Lane Group surged in pre-market trading, prompting analysts to adjust their ratings, and Wall Street is abuzz with discussion about the future of "superhero concept stocks."
Members of parliament at all levels convened an emergency meeting to discuss how to define and deal with this "new species" that possesses enormous capital and extraordinary power.