Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Boom——

There was a loud bang.

The intense heat spread outwards in shockwaves visible to the naked eye, and the beasts barely had time to scream before their bodies completely disintegrated.

Disappear into nothingness.

It's as if it never existed.

Looking down from above, everything within a radius of several hundred meters had turned to ashes, leaving only scorched earth.

General Okoye's eyes were filled with horror.

She regained her composure, stepped forward, and politely said, "Hello, I am Okoye from Wakanda. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!"

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"We were attacked, but were rescued by a stranger," General Okoye received a communication from T'Challa.

"You want to see him?"

Okoye was also quite surprised.

Wakanda is a secretive country; unless you are familiar with the environment, it is difficult to detect Wakanda hidden in the primeval jungle.

This time, however, he surprisingly received an invitation from T'Challa.

"Yes."

Okoye said respectfully.

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"I am Lin Yan, a passerby."

Lin Yan also introduced himself in a gentlemanly manner.

"To express our gratitude, we cordially invite you to Wakanda's grand Day of the Throne Challenge," General Okoye said with a smile.

"Then I will respectfully obey your command."

Lin Yan, who was familiar with the Marvel storyline, naturally knew that this was Okoye, the general of Wakanda, who was recruited into the personal guard of the King of Wakanda during her teenage years—Dora Miraji.

Wakanda.

For centuries, it remained isolated from the world, appearing on the surface as a poor and backward agricultural country.

It is actually the most technologically advanced country on Earth.

It possesses a unique and rare resource—vibranium.

Vibranium is worth $10,000 per gram.

This rare mineral has enabled Wakanda, a small country, to become one of the world's best-performing economies.

It also possesses a powerful army, navy, and air force.

Hatut Zeraze is a special force equivalent to the secret police, equipped with stealth armor and high-tech weapons, making them the greatest nightmare of Wakanda's enemies.

And then they entered Wakanda.

Everything has changed; the buildings are extremely modern, and the rows of buildings are dazzling.

"Mr. Lin Yan, please wait a moment."

General Okoye said politely, and then Lin Yan was entertained by others, all of whom were bald women with dark skin.

And at a sacred altar.

The roaring waterfall cascades down, its varying heights creating a breathtaking spectacle. On the cliff face, people from all over Wakanda gather, dressed in their finest attire, singing and dancing.

The singing was melodious and beautiful.

The folk songs, rich in ethnic characteristics, inspire awe and respect.

As the song played, T'Challa the Black Panther appeared in everyone's sight.

T'Challa's identity destined him to be born for this day; he would participate in this grand celebration and inherit the throne.

The highly respected High Priest of Wakanda, Zuri, announced in a loud voice.

"I, Zuri, son of Badu, introduce to you Prince T'Challa, the Black Panther."

"Your Highness, the power of the Black Panther will now be removed."

Under the supervision of High Priest Zuri of Wakanda, T'Challa the Black Panther held a ceremony to remove the Black Panther's power, which was actually called the Day of the Throne Challenge.

It's just a formality.

T'Challa the Black Panther is considered by most people to be the only choice for the throne of the Celestial Empire.

Drums sound.

Everyone shouted solemnly.

May the glory of our ancestors endure forever.

May the glory of our ancestors endure forever.

May the glory of our ancestors endure forever.

……

“In ritual battles, victory comes from the surrender or death of the other side. If that tribe is willing to send warriors to fight, then I will now show them the path to the throne.”

"High Priest Zurui shouted."

T'Challa looked around, but his gaze fell on someone who stood out from the crowd—a man dressed in white…

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Dressed in white.

His upright posture, outstanding temperament, and especially his fair face, which stood out from the people around him, made him particularly eye-catching.

What's most striking are those deep eyes, which sparkle like the vast universe.

A vague sense of oppression was coming.

Like a peerless sword drawn from its sheath.

It gleamed with a menacing sharpness.

"Yo."

People from various ethnic groups on the rock face shouted in unison. It was a solemn ceremony, and participating in it was an extremely honorable thing.

They will send a representative to swear an oath whether or not they will participate in the challenge for the throne.

"The Merchant Tribe will not participate in the challenge for the throne."

Frontier tribes, river tribes, mountain and mining tribes... all unanimously supported T'Challa, and they all gave up their right to challenge for the throne.

People were all smiling, especially T'Challa's mother and sister, who were proud of him. The fact that people from all over the country had given up their right to the throne was a testament to how beloved T'Challa was.

Suddenly.

A voice sounded.

A burly young man emerged; he was from the Jabari tribe and wore a mask. His entourage also exuded a menacing aura.

"Mbaku, what are you doing here?"

High Priest Zurui shouted that he would not allow anyone to disrupt such a grand day as the Day of the Throne Challenge.

"Today is the day of the throne challenge," Mbaku's voice boomed, his chest puffed out.

“We observe you from the depths of the mountains, listen to you, and look at you. We are disgusted because you actually let a little kid supervise your advanced technology.”

Mbaku pointed directly at Princess Shuri, T'Challa's sister.

She's a tech genius who loves designing gear and gadgets for T'Challa.

Even while she remained in Wakanda, she helped by remotely controlling a car using one of her inventions.

Mbaku had long harbored resentment towards this.

“Now you’re going to hand the throne over to this prince who couldn’t even protect his own father.” Mbaku was most dissatisfied with T’Challa.

He stared intently at T'Challa.

In fact, he had been planning this for a long time.

He wants to seize the throne and kill the man before him!

"We cannot accept this."

“I, Mbaku, am the leader of the Jabari tribe…”

T'Challa saw anger in Mbaku's eyes; for a fine prince, an open and honest mind was an essential quality.

He accepted all challenges.

“I accept your challenge, Mbaku.”

"The challenge for the throne has officially begun."

T'Challa dons the Black Panther mask, and at that moment a conspiracy is unfolding. Upon seeing the mask, M'Baku's eyes are filled with murderous intent.

His muscles were taut all over.

Like a bow and arrow ready to be released.

"Aha——"

Mbaku's solid muscles unleashed tremendous power as he stomped his foot, splashing water everywhere, and aimed his sharp spear at T'Challa's vitals.

T'Challa flashed forward, aimed at Mbaku, and launched a flying kick.

Mbaku was kicked away.

His spear pierced T'Challa's chest, and blood gushed out. Mbaku flipped over and grabbed T'Challa's ankle.

They both fell to the edge of the waterfall.

On one side is a cliff.

T'Challa hovered in mid-air, and his figure vanished in an instant.

The crowd gasped in surprise, especially Queen Ramanda and her sister Princess Surui, who shouted anxiously.

"T'Challa!"

"elder brother.".

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"T'Challa."

Queen Ramanda and Princess Shuri rushed to the cliff, but T'Challa had already disappeared, and General Okoye was also pale.

"You...you killed T'Challa!"

Okoye questioned loudly.

Sadness was frozen on everyone's faces; they had always been the king's loyal supporters, and his son T'Challa was the future king whom everyone adored.

The fall of the future kingdom.

This is an incredibly tragic event for a country.

Mbaku spread his arms wide, cheering and celebrating, while the Jabari tribesmen surrounded him.

Arrogance and contempt were on every one of their faces.

Only cowards would willingly submit, and for him, as the worthy heir of the Jabari tribe, seizing the throne is his glory.

“I, Mbaku, am the new King of Wakanda.”

According to tradition, if an accident occurs during a challenge for the throne, no one is held responsible, and everyone leaves it to fate.

T'Challa's death will not be investigated.