"Hoo~"
Inhale, exhale.
The air gathered like a long mist around his mouth and nose. The temperature in the vicinity rose rapidly—even the restaurant's central air conditioning couldn't suppress it.
Such a change was too obvious.
The expressions of the seven agents changed drastically, their bodies tensing as they prepared to shoot at any moment. Coulson's expression also shifted, and he shouted loudly, "Mr. Quinn, don't be impulsive! If you do this now, there will be no turning back!"
"I don't have any confusion in my beliefs, so I won't hesitate at all!" Quinn looked at him with a firm expression, mist swirling between his mouth and nose, the air around him distorting from the high temperature.
"What do you mean?"
"It means that once I decide to do something, I do it without hesitation." Quinn stepped forward with his left leg slightly, turned his body to the right, held his hands empty, and positioned them in front of his right shoulder.
Then, the Nichirin sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. He directly shifted into a two-handed grip, bracing his shoulder against the back of the blade, ready to strike.
Quinn's dark eyes were covered with a layer of gold, burning like the sun. He stared at Coulson intently. "Let me ask again—do you really want to arrest me?"
"Gulp!"
Coulson swallowed, his face showing embarrassment.
He knew things were about to get serious.
This was a test—testing Quinn's attitude toward the law based on his reaction to arrest.
If Quinn complied, it meant that although he had extraordinary power, he still had reverence for the law and wouldn't harm society. He'd be an asset that could be brought into the fold.
If he resisted arrest, they'd judge the degree of threat based on the level of resistance, then decide how to treat him accordingly.
He'd thought Quinn would follow them obediently, or that he'd be dissatisfied and curse at them, or that he'd flee directly. But he never thought Quinn would neither run nor curse—instead confronting them head-on.
But at this moment, he represented S.H.I.E.L.D. and the law. If he backed down now, the majesty of the law wouldn't be upheld.
He was already riding the tiger—he couldn't get off.
He moved his dry throat and pleaded, "Quinn, don't do this!"
"This is something you started—don't say I'm forcing you!" Quinn said coldly.
"Quinn, it's not worth it!"
At that moment, Tony finally reacted and hurriedly advised, "I assure you, you'll be fine! Don't do this!"
Quinn glanced at him and sneered softly. "No need."
"Hoo~"
Coulson took a deep breath, made up his mind, and looked at Quinn resolutely. "Apprehend him!"
Following the order, the seven agents raised their guns and stepped forward cautiously.
"So be it!"
A trace of disappointment flashed in Quinn's eyes.
He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them. A breathtaking light bloomed, making everyone tremble.
Only Coulson and the other seven agents remained steady.
It was precisely this momentary composure that moved Quinn.
"Sun Breathing, Eleventh Form: Dragon Sun Halo Head Dance!"
A long flame dragon danced and twisted with the blade, weaving through the crowd before finally returning to the sword.
Tony, standing behind, only saw Quinn's figure vanish in a flash. Accompanied by a hot wave of air, Quinn appeared behind Coulson. The miniature missiles the agents had fired were all cut down and extinguished.
"Are you serious!?"
Tony's eyes widened.
The speed was so fast it was difficult to react. The explosive effect of using a cold weapon to split miniature missile warheads made him doubt reality itself.
The onlookers eating in the distance were dumbfounded.
[Ding! You obtained 0.01 wish points!]
[Ding! You obtained 0.01 wish points!]
[Ding! You obtained 0.01 wish points!]
[Ding! You obtained 10 wish points!]
[Ding! You obtained 200 wish points!]
[Ding! You obtained 700 wish points!]
Hearing the prompts in his mind, Quinn's expression remained unchanged.
He stood up indifferently, flicked his right hand, and the blade vanished into thin air.
Such a dashing scene caused another burst of amazement, and there were many more notifications in his mind.
"Don't force me!"
Quinn looked coldly at Coulson, who was lying on the ground clutching the stab wound to his chest, and said slowly, "You can put me on a wanted list, or let the police or the army come arrest me. But if you really do that, then I'll have no choice but to live like a real wanted criminal."
After speaking, he glanced at Coulson one last time, then turned and left.
"Come on, Tony. I'll take you to the doctor."
"Oh, coming."
Watching the two leave, Coulson sat up with difficulty.
He endured the pain, picked up his phone, and called Fury. "Fury, things just got a little bad."
The two went to see the doctor in Tony's car.
On the way, Tony asked, "How did you use a cold weapon to produce the effect of a hot weapon?"
"What, do you want to learn?"
"No, I'm just curious."
"Well, quantum mechanics is involved here, so it's hard to explain clearly."
"You don't want to talk about it—I'm not that interested anyway... Well, I have to admit you looked pretty cool back there. Although it's still far from my Iron Man armor, if you used it to pick up women, you could probably get some shallow ones!"
"I have even cooler techniques. Want to learn?"
"Are you willing to teach this?"
"One hundred million dollars!"
"Are you really willing to teach?"
Looking at Quinn's serious expression, Tony's eyes widened.
Isn't this kind of unscientific but extremely powerful ability supposed to be a secret?
That's what it says in the novels.
"I'm only responsible for teaching—but whether you can actually learn it is up to you."
"I knew it wasn't that simple." Tony pursed his lips with an 'I knew it' expression.
Quinn smiled without explaining.
Not everyone could adapt to the breathing method—one needed extremely strong physical fitness to bear it.
When the Demon Slayer Corps trained their members, they carried out strict physical and mental will training. Only when recruits met the requirements would they further teach the breathing methods.
And Sun Breathing, even within the Demon Slayer Corps that used breathing methods, could only be learned by a few people.
And even if someone learned it, they couldn't exert the power of Yoriichi Tsugikuni, the founder of Sun Breathing.
No—forget about reaching Yoriichi's level.
Almost every user of Sun Breathing could exert different levels of power.
Therefore, the "whether you can learn" that Quinn was referring to wasn't about teaching half-heartedly as Tony thought, but whether the other party had the talent to learn it.
If someone really had extremely strong talent, even if they didn't pay, Quinn would be happy to teach them.
After all, Sun Breathing also came from the system.
If someone learned Sun Breathing and used it to attract attention and reactions, it would also have prayer value for him.
At that moment, the car stopped on the side of the road.
Tony's driver "Happy" pointed to the road ahead. "Boss, you'll have to walk the rest of the way."
"Alright, let me meet this famous doctor hiding in this kind of place!"
Character Notes:
Yoriichi Tsugikuni - From: Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)
The creator and only true master of Sun Breathing, the original and most powerful breathing technique Considered the strongest Demon Slayer in history