Chapter 84: The Money-Loving Lay Buddhist: Deadpool

Journey to the West: Opening Chapter, Chat Group Main Text Volume, Chapter 84, The Money-Loving Lay Buddhist: Deadpool: "This recovery speed is too monstrous!"

Tony had to admire Sabretooth's Mutant ability; this kind of regenerative recovery was terrifyingly powerful.

In fact, Sabretooth's recovery and longevity are no weaker than Wolverine's, and in terms of strength and speed, he is even more powerful.

It is a pity that Wolverine has the Protagonist Halo and had an Adamantium skeleton implanted, which is the only reason he suppresses his brother, Sabretooth.

In terms of Mutant ability alone, Sabretooth is above Wolverine.

And this guy Wolverine once survived a nuclear explosion, which shows his recovery power.

By the same token, no matter how strong Tony's firepower is, as long as he cannot blast Sabretooth into dust in an instant, he can still recover.

Furthermore, according to the nature of Marvel, even if he were turned into dust, he might still be able to regenerate and resurrect.

"Roar!"

Sabretooth bared his fangs and brandished his claws, looking not very bright; he could not fly, so he could not hit Tony at all.

"Strong recovery, huh? It's a pity you are facing the brains of the Avengers."

In just an instant, Tony thought of how to deal with Sabretooth.

He adjusted the weapons on his Steel Armor to laser mode, then fired a laser to circle around Sabretooth.

"Three, two, one!"

Tony muttered to himself, and immediately, with Sabretooth as the center, the ground within a twenty-meter radius collapsed with a boom, sinking into the earth.

Clearly, Tony wanted to dig a pit to bury Sabretooth alive?

Sabretooth was not stupid either; he used his astonishing jumping power to leave quickly.

But even moving a single step resulted in Tony's barrage of fire, and finally, the whole person disappeared into the large pit, accompanied by angry roars.

"Done!"

Tony was very satisfied with his masterpiece, then slowly descended to the ground.

Looking at Rhodey again, he was completely unconscious.

If this dragged on any longer, he would likely die from his severe injuries.

Tony flashed a smile he thought was masculine at the live-streaming camera, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, his back felt cold, and his rear tightened; a sharp, icy aura struck, its speed already surpassing his reaction time.

He looked back and saw out of the corner of his eye a long blade stabbing toward his rear.

"Damn it!"

If this were to hit, there is no need to describe the state of his death.

But the timing of the opponent's strike was too perfect; it was exactly when Tony's defenses were at their weakest.

How could he have imagined that there was another assassin after Sabretooth!

However, at that critical moment, the cold long blade stopped a hair's breadth away from Tony's rear.

"Whew!"

Tony let out a sigh of relief; thank goodness it didn't hit. He hurriedly dodged, putting some distance between them.

He saw the assassin who had suddenly appeared wearing a red and black bodysuit, carrying two long blades; his overall image was very strange.

"Who are you, fuckmum?" Tony couldn't help but curse, and thinking of that scene just now, his anger flared.

"Dear Tony Stark, fuck you, I am Deadpool, superhero, bounty hunter, assassin, Marvel mascot."

Deadpool said, striking a goofy pose.

"Never heard of you." Tony shook his head.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of me. Stabbing you just now was my professional conduct, and giving up on that strike was because I have a kind heart," Deadpool said, his tone somewhat snarky.

"A kind heart? I don't see it." Tony was puzzled, not knowing what this weirdo wanted to do.

At the same time, Group Leader Yan Shuangying spoke again.

Diviner: "This Deadpool also counts as a type of Mutant; his abilities are similar to the previous Sabretooth, but even more monstrous. In a sense, he counts as a superhero, but when dealing with him, you cannot use a normal person's way of thinking."

Playboy: "Group Leader, is this written in the Script?"

Diviner: "The Script only tells you the general direction; the minute details change at every moment. Besides, you already built the Steel Armor in advance; what's one extra Mutant?"

Demon Queen: "What a trap!"

Han Paopao of the Seven Profound Sect: "So, you can't believe everything in the Script."

Han Li frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

It seems he cannot rely entirely on the Script either; he still needs to make multiple preparations.

Diviner: "Uh... generally speaking, it's fine."

First Extraordinary Woman of the Yin-Yang School: "Uh... you are the Group Leader, you have the final say."

Sect Master of the Yunlan Sect: "I'm already a Dou Emperor, and the protagonist hasn't even left the novice village yet."

Pope of the Spirit Hall: "Terrifying!"

Zui Ai He Shounai: "Everyone is so amazing!"

Bad Commander: "This Commander has gained some insight."

While everyone was talking, Tony was also sparring with Deadpool.

In short, to summarize Deadpool in one sentence from the Group Leader's words: he is both righteous and evil; he does have integrity and a conscience, but not much.

"So, what exactly do you want to do? Deadpool!" Tony asked.

If Deadpool wanted to take him out, a single sword strike just now could have ended him.

"Uh... a boss paid money to buy your life, one million dollars," Deadpool said.

"What? I am the richest man in the United States, and my life is only worth one million? I don't accept this." Tony felt his character had been insulted.

"What a rich snob!"

Deadpool couldn't help but quip, then continued:

"I also think this deal isn't worth it; a million to buy Stark's life. So if you don't want to be blown up there by me, you'd better pay 1.5 million to buy your own life."

"... 1.5 million..."

Suddenly, Tony felt Deadpool's perspective was a bit small. A single sports car of his cost tens of millions; a mere 1.5 million.

In truth, how could he know that in a certain sense, Deadpool is a loser, and how would a loser know just how inhumanly wealthy the world of the super-rich is?

"Forget it, I'll add another million for you, 2.5 million. No, that sounds bad, let's double it, 5 million, just don't mess with me." Tony waved his hand, not wanting to waste any more time.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all.

"Damn, dear Tony, you really are God!" Deadpool was overjoyed.

"Would it be convenient to say who wants to kill me?" Tony asked.

Although he already had a guess, it was almost certainly Obadiah Stane.

But he still wouldn't give up!

Deadpool shook his head and said:

"Dear Tony, in our line of work, we must have integrity; we cannot expose client information, this is professional ethics."

Tony gave Deadpool a Byakugan, then said:

"Add another 3 million!"

"Oh, dear Tony, you really are my parents. That client is an old man, the former president of your Stark Industries, Obadiah Stane."

Deadpool didn't hesitate in the slightest and sold out the client's information directly.

Who would go against money!

After Deadpool's account received eight million dollars, the two had a pleasant cooperation and went their separate ways.

After Tony left, Deadpool appeared beside Sabretooth's pit and muttered to himself:

"Something's not right. In this world, the one who should have become Iron Man is that black egg Rhodey. How did Tony come up with the Steel Armor ahead of time?

Which comic book editor had a brain cramp to write this plot?

Or did I transmigrate to the wrong place?"

Clearly, the Deadpool that Tony met was a Deadpool with a perspective similar to God's, a special Deadpool wandering through the Multiverse.

In the Journey to the West World, Xuanzang left Tony's Live Broadcast Room and prepared to meditate and rest.

During this period, even without deliberate Immortal Cultivation, his magic power had accidentally brushed against the Heavenly Immortal Mid-Stage realm, and he was much closer to the late stage.

For others, Immortal Cultivation is difficult, with ten million years feeling like a single day.

Yet Xuanzang felt that the higher his realm, the faster his cultivation; it was bizarre.

Creak~

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open. Before the person arrived, a striking fragrance wafted out, intoxicating to the senses.

"What is this demoness Fuxiang doing coming over so late? To discuss the Taoism?"

Even if the other party was as concealed as possible, and her aura hidden as well as could be.

But a demon is a demon; to him, there was nowhere to hide.

"Holy Monk, are you resting?"

Fuxiang's soft, tender voice drifted over lightly as she took light steps, swaying with radiance.