Marvel: Unlimited Possession

C75: Confrontation

However, the expected screams did not come.

Faced with Danny Rand's swift, chi-infused elbow strike a technique sharpened in the mountains of K'un-Lun—the Asian man dodged fluidly with a sideways slip reminiscent of classic Wing Chun evasion. Then, with surgical precision, he countered: a low sweeping kick targeted at Danny's exposed knee joint, a textbook move to disrupt stance and structure.

"Cough~"

Danny tumbled, landing heavily on the alley's wet pavement, coughing as the impact knocked the wind from his lungs. For a martial artist trained to endure dragons and demigods, being floored so cleanly by a stranger was disorienting, if not outright humiliating.

"Boy, are you alright?"

The calm voice came from the man in the traditional black Tang suit—his hands relaxed at his sides, but his stance unmistakably poised, his center of gravity rooted. A still pond before the ripple of combat.

"I'm fine," Danny muttered, standing slowly. He rubbed his chest, trying to regain his breath and his pride. "Just didn't expect…"

"If you're fine," the man said, stepping back into a guarded stance with his lead hand open and rear hand chambered, "then again."

There was no hostility in his voice. It was invitation like a sparring master in a Shaolin temple correcting a disciple, not a street brawler goading a fight.

Danny hesitated. Under normal circumstances, there was no reason for a fight. But his temper simmered from being blindsided—again. Worse, he was still reeling from his fruitless search for the Hand's agents in Hell's Kitchen. That frustration, combined with this sudden humiliation, made it easy to raise his fists again.

"Be careful," Danny warned as he stepped in, adopting the Dragon stance passed down by the Immortal Weapons.

He launched a tight cross punch toward the man's shoulder. A fast but controlled test.

But his opponent moved with uncanny ease—slipping the punch as though reading his intent in advance. In a blink, the man trapped Danny's wrist with an inward deflection and pivoted, delivering a compact side kick to Danny's ribs. Using the momentum, he unbalanced the Iron Fist and flung him toward a stack of crates at the alley's edge.

Bang—

Danny landed hard. Again.

He lay there stunned, staring at the sky peeking between two fire escapes.

"Do you want to fight again?"

The man's voice was unhurried, almost amused, as if this was a choreographed routine rather than an impromptu showdown.

"…Continue," Danny said, standing up through gritted teeth.

He raised his glowing fists—his chi channeling fully now. The golden energy that made him the Living Weapon, the sworn protector of K'un-Lun, surged through his veins like a thunderstorm. His hands lit up like Thor's hammer mid-swing.

"I'm going all out this time," he declared.

The man's brows twitched slightly at the sight of the chi manifestation. For a moment, surprise flickered in his eyes then composure returned. He simply nodded and replied, "Give it a try."

Danny dashed forward like a released arrow. His Iron Fist blazed with force that once shattered the gates of Shou-Lao's temple. Any normal man would be reduced to splinters from a direct hit.

But the stranger wasn't normal.

He slipped under Danny's arc like a shadow detaching from a wall. Before the punch connected, he had already shifted his weight, reached for Danny's leg, and with a clean grip at the thigh and calf, pulled up.

Danny's body flipped mid-air—his chi strike hitting nothing but air and crashed face-first into the alley floor with another solid thud.

Dust floated. A dog barked somewhere in the distance.

"Your foundation is unstable," the man said. "A powerful fist is meaningless if it doesn't land."

Danny groaned, not in pain, but in disbelief. He lay still for a moment before sitting up, his expression torn between awe and embarrassment.

"Who… are you?"

The man gave a small, unassuming smile.

"Penglai," he said, offering a small bow in the classic Chinese martial tradition. "Ye Wen."

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So the convergence had finally happened.

Back in the incense-laced atmosphere of the Chinatown antique shop, Li Ran allowed himself a long, quiet exhale.

He had been planning for [Ip Man] in this world stylized as "Ye Wen"—to make a meaningful debut. A direct appearance before Daredevil or Luke Cage had initially seemed efficient, but Li Ran had scrapped that idea. It lacked gravitas. No awe, no mythic weight.

Then, from one of his information nodes—Wells, the streetwise kid who picked pockets and eavesdropped better than any drone—he learned of a white man with glowing fists wandering Hell's Kitchen, asking pointed questions about the Hand.

And just like that, the opportunity appeared.

He moved [Ip Man] into position. And the rest unfolded like calligraphy strokes drawn across destiny.

Now, as he watched the scene's aftermath through his system interface, his attention shifted to a progress bar that had been hovering over the dashboard ever since he drew the C-rank [Fire Cloud Evil God] card.

It had been inching forward—bit by bit—since the card's activation. Its purpose: a full system upgrade. One long overdue.

The reason was simple: Li Ran now possessed over ten character cards simultaneously. A logistical nightmare under the old system's limitations. Although the ongoing upgrade hadn't blocked his ability to use cards, the slow trickle of progress had been a constant source of anxiety.

Until now.

As the final segment of the bar filled and the message [System Upgrade Complete] flashed across his HUD, Li Ran quickly opened the data panel with an almost superstitious excitement.

At first glance, everything looked the same. No fireworks. No new icons glowing like a Stark-tech UI overhaul.

"What the hell?" he muttered. "Did it… fail?"

He scoured the menus again, and finally found the change tucked neatly in the subdirectory.

Two new features:

1. +1 Additional Card Slot – No longer would he be limited to juggling only two active cards. This change alone was like being gifted a third clone body—an extra soldier on the board.

For Li Ran, this was massive.

Previously, switching cards mid-operation was a minor inconvenience—unless lives were on the line. Against enemies like Kilgrave or the Purple Children, a second's delay could cost everything. In the earlier confrontation with Ziren, if not for [Wesley]'s natural resistance to psychic coercion, the whole operation might've ended in failure or worse, exposure.

Even more importantly, there was the card [Mizuki].

[Mizuki]'s core technique, Three Body Technique, had become a foundational part of Li Ran's long-term infiltration and misdirection strategy. But keeping the card active consumed one of his precious slots, limiting his combat deployment options.

As the narrative expanded, and more figures from Marvel and DC's murky backstreets emerged—Jessica Jones, Misty Knight, Elektra, Shiva, Bronze Tiger, and even Constantine—two clones were simply not enough to maintain his cover while pushing his real agenda.

Li Ran had even started preparing to retire [Wesley]—Fisk's trusted killer turned mole—just to free up space for deploying [Fire Cloud Evil God] in person.

But now?

Now, with the extra slot, he had options. Tactical flexibility. A new level of control.

And all of it arrived at the perfect moment.

Because deeper in the shadows of Harlem and Hell's Kitchen, the Hand was not the only threat rising.

And not all martial legends came from K'un-Lun.

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