The Martial God of the Marvel World

Chapter 188: Fighting T'Challa Again

T'Challa has been extremely busy these days. If he had not reached the fiftieth level of heaven and his body and spirit had not far surpassed those of humans, he would probably have been exhausted.

Eric left behind a huge mess, and he didn't have Eric's courage to cut the Gordian knot. He could only use gentle means within the rules to deal with it, and then he was pushed into a corner by others.

Now outside Wakanda, there are people everywhere who are looking for trouble.

When Eric was here, no one dared to say no, but when it was T'Challa's turn, this group of people suddenly jumped out.

Now there are a large number of parades outside every day, some protesting against the wanton killing of civilians, some protesting against the plundering of wealth, some commemorating the murdered compatriots, some demanding state compensation from Wakanda... and so on.

What made him sad was that in addition to the white teams, there were also black teams in these parades.

What made him even more embarrassed was that some people called for severe punishment of the murderer. The murderer they wanted to punish was not just Eric, but all the fighters who participated in the war and slaughtered gangsters during Eric's time.

These warriors are the elite of Wakanda. It is impossible for T'Challa to hand them all over, even if they have indeed committed crimes.

T'Challa has already dealt with them internally, stripping them of their guards' status and sentencing them to hard labor and prison. But he cannot hand them over to the victims' families to vent his anger, otherwise the border tribes will cause trouble first.

He tried to mediate, informing everyone of the verdict, asking the relevant personnel to sincerely admit their mistakes, hoping to gain the forgiveness of the victim's family. But it was obvious that everyone had different positions, no one cared about his ideas, and no one was willing to forgive. They just wanted the murderer to be sentenced to death.

T'Challa really wanted to keep all these guys out of the border, but he couldn't because he was the "Saint of Wakanda" and he had to set an example for his people.

Not only can he not drive these people away, he must also provide them with food, clothing, shelter, and even medical services. Now Wakanda is already very busy just for these things every day.

T'Challa has been troubled by this matter these days, but from today on, he is relieved because... Eric is back.

When Eric returned to Wakanda, he saw a group of people of different skin colors, forming different parade teams, waving flags and shouting slogans in front of the ruins of the royal palace that had not yet been rebuilt.

He listened carefully in the sky and heard a lot of nonsense. He even saw someone throwing stones at the guards at the palace gate, and the guards could only defend themselves with vibranium cloaks with gloomy faces and could not fight back.

"T'Challa is such a bummer!"

"Wakanda has become a weakling place that can be bullied by anyone!"

"It's just right. It's much better for these bastards to come to the front instead of making trouble behind the scenes. Look, I will eliminate a bunch of pests for Wakanda today!"

Eric snorted coldly, and fell rapidly, landing heavily in the middle of the parade.

He already considered Wakanda to be his own, so in order to prevent the shock wave from hurting his men, he deliberately controlled the strength.

The impact caused by the fall turned the surrounding marchers into a puddle of mud, but when it reached the Wakanda warriors who were maintaining order on the periphery, the shock wave became much weaker. As long as they raised their vibranium cloaks, it was as natural as a spring breeze and posed no threat at all.

"Haha... T'Challa, I'm back again!"

"You're a loser!"

"You were bullied by a bunch of scoundrels and brought to your doorstep. You didn't even say a word when you were beaten and scolded. Why didn't you just stay in your basement and eat slop? What are you doing out here?"

"Warriors of Wakanda! Your King Eric Killmonger is back! Are you ready to overthrow the useless King T'Challa?"

A beam of white light rose from a corner behind the palace and quickly flew towards Eric, stopping in the air in front of him. It was T'Challa wearing the white panther armor.

Both sides were concerned that the battle would affect Wakanda, so they were very restrained.

"Eric, let's go to outer space to fight! This time, we must fight to the death. Do you dare?"

"Okay! It's a deal! We'll fight to the death!" When the enemies meet, their eyes are filled with jealousy. Without further ado, the two of them head straight for outer space.

After leaving the atmosphere and entering the void, the two men collided violently with each other, exerting all their strength, vowing to kill each other on the spot.

Simply comparing the realm of strength, both of them are now at the 50th level, but T'Challa, with the 75th level White Panther Armor, is superior. With just the first strike, Eric's arm exploded heavily, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere. But in the exploded arm, the arm bones wrapped in vibranium membrane were exposed.

With the support of the vibranium membrane, Eric successfully survived the first attack without losing his right arm.

After surviving the first blow, Eric's confidence grew. He laughed and screamed, "T'Challa, did you see that?"

"Your white leopard armor is amazing, but it is just outer armor, while mine is inner armor!"

"Your outer armor is upgraded through technology, but my inner armor is upgraded through combat!"

"Your outer armor has an upper limit, but my inner armor has no upper limit."

"Is the seventy-fifth level of heaven so great?"

"Look at me bursting for you to see!"

"The magnetic field rotates...Fifty-first Heaven!"

Amid the fanatical shouts, Eric unexpectedly made a breakthrough right at the beginning of the battle.

"see it?"

“This is the power beyond the limit!”

"It's your own power!"

"You will soon realize what it means when you say, 'The weakness of every armor is the person inside it'!"

"Let's fight again!"

"Come and help me break through!"

Eric screamed and attacked T'Challa like a madman. He was not afraid of T'Challa's counterattack and faced him head-on.

Despite being blasted to the point of his body being torn into pieces and blood flying everywhere, Eric managed to hold on thanks to his vibranium inner armor.

After being bombed, healed, bombed again, and healed again repeatedly, Eric's realm also rose accordingly, and his momentum became stronger and stronger, which in turn boosted Eric's confidence, making him more and more crazy.

"What a pleasure!"

"That's how fighting should be done!"

"Eat dust, T'Challa!"

T'Challa also realized the seriousness of the problem and attacked more and more harshly, but the existence of the vibranium inner armor was like a bug. It was always able to protect Eric's body from being destroyed, especially the vital head and chest, which were tightly wrapped by the vibranium inner armor without any leakage.

The battle between the two once again turned into a protracted war that lasted for several months.

(End of this chapter)