Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone

Chapter 119 Tchaka Wins the Battle Against Devastation!!!

Mike put his hands in his pockets and looked down at Wakabi, the chief of the border tribe, who was lying on the ground, breathing but no longer.

He didn't die.

Unlike the armor worn by other border warriors, which was only mixed with a small amount of vibranium, Wakabi's golden armor was made of genuine vibranium.

Well known.

Vibranium is not only exceptionally strong, but it also has the property of absorbing energy.

That's why Wakabi didn't die instantly from Mike's punch.

Well----

At least he wasn't like other border soldiers, whose flesh and bones were clearly separated under the blows of fists, and whose bones were eventually ground to dust by the impact of the punches.

Wakabi at least retained his whole body.

The white rhinoceros was the same; like its owner, it lay there mangled and bleeding, barely breathing.

As Wakabi lay on the ground, his soul about to report to Mephisto, struggling to open his eyes, his vision blurred.

He looked at the figure standing quietly in front of him.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but his rapidly fading life force made him feel that boundless darkness was approaching.

Attack.

Once darkness completely enveloped him, he lost all consciousness.

After Wakabi stopped breathing, Mike withdrew his gaze, then looked up, feeling the tremors coming from the ground beneath his feet, before looking towards the direction of the border tribes in the distance.

The earth roared!

The savage shouted.

into the eye.

Almost the entire border tribe's warriors, riding white rhinos and wielding vibranium spears, were charging rapidly toward this side.

The white rhinoceros's iron hooves crushed the cracked earth, and the vibranium spears in the hands of the border warriors reflected a cold, sharp light under the blazing sun.

It is clear.

These people came seeking revenge.

But Mike wasn't surprised. Instead, a bright smile spread across his face as he watched the border guards charging towards him.

smile.

one more time.

Since awakening his sixth sense cosmos, he has never experienced a single battle.

I was feeling sleepy, and just in time for this opportunity, a pillow appeared.

and so!

Mike smiled.

next second.

Mike stood still, taking a slight step back with his right foot. The moment he raised his right hand, the golden light generated by his burning cosmos exploded from his body, shaking the dust within three feet of him into a ring of spreading smoke.

Before the fist was even thrown, the air in front of him began to groan.

Followed by.

Mike threw a straight punch with his right fist.

The moves are still in use, not new.

It's the same old trick.

lightning!

Sonic punch.

As Mike unleashed his right fist, a golden beam of light, condensed to its maximum intensity, shot out from his fist and pierced straight through the horde of border warriors rushing towards him.

boom!

The white rhinoceros's massive body was lifted up like a piece of paper, then rolled and crashed to the ground. The border guard on its back was also swept backward by the shockwave and crashed into the ranks of its companions behind it.

In an instant.

The white rhinoceros's hooves were kicking wildly in the air.

The border soldiers' limbs also intertwined and collided in mid-air.

But no cries of pain were heard.

Because before either the border warriors or the white rhinoceros could fall to the ground, the golden beam of light enveloped them following the shockwave.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The vibranium energy barrier protecting the true Wakanda was once again shattered by Mike's relentless punches.

Ahead of Mike, there were no more border guards in sight, nor even any flat ground.

Instead, a fan-shaped depression, fifty meters wide and one hundred meters long, was created.

No bodies were found in the depression, but the vibranium spears scattered throughout proved that people had once lived there.

But it's gone now.

Mike's right hand remained outstretched, and the golden light slowly faded between his fingers.

after awhile.

He slowly withdrew his arm, his gaze fixed on the crater he had created with his punch, his expression unchanged.

He had already anticipated this scene the moment he threw his punch.

Even this was because he deliberately held back his strength.

But it wasn't that he wanted to hold back; he didn't take these black creatures seriously. The reason he held back was simply because he wanted to see if there had been any changes in his control over his own power.

Now he has the answer.

Nothing had changed; his control over his own power remained incredibly precise.

It was at this moment that...

The sound of air being torn apart came from behind, and the vibranium fighter appeared in the sky above at that moment.

"Thank you for the thick, greasy stuff!"

King T'Chaka of Wakanda, aboard his fighter jet, looked down at the border tribes that had been completely razed to the ground and couldn't help but gasp in surprise. His gaze then instinctively fell on Mike, who was on the ground, turning around and looking up at his fighter jet with his right hand raised.

and many more.

Fist!

Just as King T'Chaka's heart skipped a beat, a loud bang was heard, and the vibranium fighter, which had been flying very steadily, suddenly shook violently, as if it had been caught in a storm.

At that moment, various alarms inside the fighter jet also blared out.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"Vibranium Shield has 10% remaining."

"Vibranium Shield has one percent remaining."

"Bang!"

As the cockpit beeped and the critical point was reached, the golden shield enveloping the vibranium fighter suddenly released its last rays of light, then shattered instantly like broken glass.

Mike raised an eyebrow, watching this scene, but did not choose to throw another punch. He simply watched calmly as the vibranium fighter jet raised a small white flag in the sky.

after awhile.

The vibranium fighter jet came to a stop on the grass a hundred meters away from Mike. As the cockpit door opened, T'Chaka walked toward Mike with an apologetic smile on his face.

His face was full of apology, and his tone was also very apologetic.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Mr. Ametra."

After Tchaka approached Mike, he wiped non-existent sweat from his brow: "I assure you, this..."

The entire attack was led by Waqa, the chieftain of a border tribe.

Mike interrupted T'Chaka's attempt to argue, saying directly, "Stop talking nonsense, T'Chaka!"

What he wanted was a legitimate reason to launch his campaign.

Now that he's got the identity, he's too lazy to play any more verbal games with Tchaka.

"I gave you a chance because of the 500 jin of vibranium and that bag of local specialties."

"If I can leave here safely, I will act as if none of this ever happened."

"I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't cherish it. Instead, you insisted on playing the trick of using someone else to kill someone else and driving a lion to devour a wolf."

"I'm very curious."

After interrupting T'Chaka, Mike's expression turned somewhat amused as he said, "Do you think you're too smart, or do you think I'm too stupid? Do you think I can't see through you? Haven't you considered that, whether it's using someone else to do your dirty work or using a lion to devour a wolf, once the person is dead and the wolf is dead, this knife and this lion might turn around and kill you or devour you, the black panther?"

Tchaka's expression changed drastically as he listened to Mike's story.

next second.

The apologetic expression on Tchaka's face vanished, replaced by a gloomy and ruthless look.

Do you really think he's the kind of king who can disregard personal honor and disgrace in the face of national interests?

Do not make jokes.

Wakanda is a country with a hereditary monarchy, and having been king for so long, T'Chaka had long since developed the mindset that "I am the king."

So when Mike revealed his thoughts, T'Chaka didn't hesitate at all. As his clothes spun around and the Black Panther uniform instantly took shape, his right hand, like a black panther's claw, reached out to grab Mike's throat.

But "Bang!"

"what!"

Mike struck first, his right hand snapping off T'Chaka's outstretched claw the instant it reached out. The claw then snapped back, giving T'Chaka only a chance to scream before he gripped T'Chaka's throat.

"king!"

Piloting the vibranium fighter jet, the female bodyguard following behind gasped at the sight, instantly aiming her vibranium spear at Mike, vibranium energy gathering at the tip of the spear.

Then she flew away.

Physically speaking, Mike, who was fifty meters away just a second ago, appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, and was still holding their King T'Chaka by the throat, punched him in the vibranium armor.

Although her vibranium armor absorbed most of the impact of Mike's punch, the remaining force still sent her flying through the air.

And in mid-air, with a loud bang, her vibranium armor, having been subjected to excessive energy, shattered under the strain.

So she fell from the sky in an arc, completely unprotected, crashing to the ground like a piece of black porcelain, dead beyond any doubt.

However, Mike didn't even glance at her, dismissing her as if she were a fly, and instead turned his attention back to the King of Wakanda, whom he held in his hand.

wrong.

It should now be called the Wakanda Black Panther.

Tchaka's right hand was hanging awkwardly to one side, while his intact left hand rested on Mike's arm like a sharp claw.

But when his claws landed on Mike's arm, claws that could tear concrete apart like tofu...

Like scratching an itch.

Not only did they fail to breach Mike's arm defenses, they didn't even leave a scratch on Mike's arm.

Mike watched as T'Chaka struggled helplessly and furiously in his hands, but his movements grew slower and slower. A slight smile appeared on Mike's lips. His gaze swept over T'Chaka's shoulder, then looked towards the distant Wakanda capital, the Golden City, and the so-called Golden Palace. Finally, he looked back at T'Chaka with a calm expression.

"congratulations."

"Tchaka!"

"You have successfully brought about the destruction of your Wakanda!"

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