Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 122 If you're not getting old and your eyesight isn't failing you, Magneto (Seeking monthly votes)

That's far beyond what Victor could achieve.

Perhaps only the Red Tank can compare, but that brainless behemoth seems to be in a different situation than the two in front of us.

It was a vibrant life force he had never seen before.

Every muscle in his body is as if it has been carved by a knife and axe; when it moves, it is nothing, but when it moves, it is earth-shattering.

Magneto believed that the opponent possessed an extremely balanced physical explosiveness, strength, and speed.

There won't be any imbalance in your studies.

Are there more than two people with such powerful bodies?

Or is it a legion?

How many orders of magnitude are there?

unknown.

Then, connecting this to the soldiers' almost fanatical will to die, to this underground city, and to the mutant he unexpectedly detected who had awakened powerful abilities.

Everything seemed to be shrouded in mist.

Even someone like Magneto couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

Thoughts are fleeting.

Magneto remained outwardly calm, asking, "Are you mutants?"

"This has nothing to do with you. All you need to know now is how you should apologize to my soldiers."

Raiche remained expressionless, but his body was brimming with energy, like a volcano about to erupt.

A terrifying and surging aura slowly spread from his body.

For a moment, the oppressive atmosphere made the entire old theater space seem to become faintly blurred.

The old theater's lighting equipment was also affected, turning on and off intermittently.

Mystique found it difficult to breathe, and her face looked terrible.

However, she believed in Magneto, and in Erik, who was both her friend and her leader.

"Anger is not the mindset of a leader, son. Aren't you afraid that fighting here will affect your soldiers?"

Magneto's voice also turned cold.

He was not afraid of war, but he would not fight a meaningless war, especially since the people in front of him had mysterious origins.

So he changed his story, hoping that Rachel could calm down.

"My soldiers are not afraid to sacrifice themselves, especially to save your lives."

"And if your eyesight isn't failing you, Magneto, take another look."

Rachel remained completely unmoved.

Magneto suddenly turned his head, his pupils dilated slightly, and he was filled with horror.

Not only him, but Mystique had the same expression.

Because neither of them noticed that a lot of people were already standing around the stage of the old theater, on the second-floor viewing platform, and on the stairs against the wall.

There are only two colors.

Wearing black and red overcoats, dressed in uniform, some people stood straight, while others squatted on one leg on the viewing platform, staring at the three with the look of someone staring at a dead man.

There were approximately 50 people.

These are nothing.

What made Magneto's heart tremble was that, in his perception of life magnetic fields, the life force of everyone here was exactly the same as that of Reicher.

Moreover, these people are very particular about where they sit.

This effectively blocked all possible escape routes for Magneto and Mystique.

Only one remained, which was the large ventilation shaft that Magneto had carved out next to him.

Even someone as shrewd as Magneto couldn't hide his emotions; his expression softened.

He turned to look at Raiche, his face filled with disbelief.

"you?"

This big guy actually wasn't lying; he really did have a warband.

Fifty were dispatched.

There were men and women, and they were all very young.

What does this mean?

This means that the number of people in this so-called battle group may not be that many, and Magneto is unsure of the exact number.

Want to fight?

Magneto's mind raced instantly, and he realized that the situation was turning against him.

If it were just Reacher and Magneto, he could handle the situation with ease.

However, with a number of 50 people, even Magneto, no matter how strong, cannot guarantee that he can defeat or kill them all.

After all, he still had two burdens by his side: Raven and Victor.

Magneto is very heavy-hearted now.

Not to mention Magneto, even the usually unruly Victor, after recovering from a broken neck through his super healing ability, immediately became incredibly obedient upon seeing this situation.

His codename is Saber-toothed Tiger. He possesses the strength of a wild beast, superhuman healing abilities, and a keen sense of smell and other senses.

The strongest is also the instinct of a beast.

His intuition told him he had to be honest.

If he doesn't behave, he's doomed; even his self-healing abilities can't save him.

Just because he's hard to kill doesn't mean he's truly invincible.

There are far too many ways to kill him.

Raiche was a soldier by training. He never liked to procrastinate and wouldn't give the old man in front of him any time to think. He stomped his right foot hard.

boom! !

A terrifying force pierced through the saber-toothed tiger's chest, causing it to spit out a mouthful of blood. The entire stage shuddered violently and collapsed under the pressure.

Amid the tremors, Lei Che's deep voice rang out.

"Tell me, what price will you pay to extinguish the humiliation and harm you have inflicted on my soldiers?"

Magneto.

Reicher's kick caused the soldiers of the other two battle groups to move.

Apart from the warband soldiers surrounding the stage, the rest of the group went to the trapped ordinary soldiers and, in front of Magneto, picked up one soldier at a time and carried them out of the old theater.

Reicher's pressure made Magneto narrow his eyes: "Who do you think you're talking to?"

hum! !

An invisible magnetic field slowly spread out, but as soon as they made a move, Bucky, Roseco, Negri, and other soldiers stepped onto the stage in unison.

boom!!

He made no attempt to conceal his imposing presence.

The combined momentum of twenty or thirty battle groups of soldiers advancing and converging completely enveloped this not-so-large stage.

The storm surged so fiercely that Magneto and Mystique found themselves caught in its tempest.

The air was almost frozen by the pressure.

If Magneto hadn't created a magnetic field barrier for himself and Mystique, Mystique certainly wouldn't have survived.

Of course, the saber-toothed tiger was in trouble.

He was trembling all over, his internal organs, bones, and muscles were being torn apart by the pressure, and blood was flowing freely, even from his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

If it weren't for his extraordinary self-healing ability, he would have been the first to die.

Momentum is a very vague and mysterious thing.

Ordinary people can also have an aura, but it is more intangible and insubstantial, such as the authority of those in power, or the indifference to life that a butcher who has been killing pigs for decades has.

These are all about momentum.

It is difficult for ordinary people to utilize their aura.

Unlike Rachel and others.

Their daily training, which honed their physical strength to seventy or eighty tons, not only forged their bodies but also their willpower.

The practice of the Six Forms of Physical Techniques, which transcend human limits, has given them an astonishing level of mastery over the structure and power of their bodies.

Through this accumulation, they have long been able to use their momentum as a weapon.

It has almost become an instinct.

The method is crude, but it works.

Magneto's heart sank deeper and deeper; his tough stance only earned him an even more resolute and tougher response from the other side.