American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 382: An Overinterpretation of Allen

T'Challa the Black Panther plunges down the waterfall.

This is a fast-flowing river that extends all the way into the primeval forests of inland Africa.

Moreover, the river has numerous branches and is inhabited by carnivorous creatures such as piranhas and crocodiles, so drowning is almost certain death.

Previously, the tribal chiefs who had been impressed by T'Challa stood up excitedly.

They wanted to carry out a rescue, but a new king had been born, and they had to obey Eric's orders.

The ceremony for vying for the throne is inherently a matter of life and death.

Unless the new king is merciful and willing to spare the life of his rival.

However, Eric, who came here seeking revenge for his father's death, naturally wouldn't allow T'Challa to live.

The act of throwing people off the waterfall clearly shows that they intended to kill them.

Eric spread his arms wide and shouted, "Why aren't you bowing down to the King?"

The spectators who were the first to kneel had no choice.

All the chiefs and guards looked toward Queen Ramanda.

Sometimes when T'Challa is not in the country, Ramanda takes over the reins, effectively wielding power.

However, as a mother, she was only thinking of her son, so she maintained the stability of the royal power.

The elite female warriors, fiercely loyal to the royal family, gripped their spears tightly, signifying their willingness to give their lives to support the queen.

"Are you going against tradition?"

Eric smiled slightly, his eyes full of mockery, as he looked at the unwilling and angry Ramanda, hoping to find a way to make her break the ritual.

In Wakanda, tradition is paramount, equivalent to an inviolable constitution.

As long as Ramanda dares not acknowledge his status as king, he can rightfully remove any obstacles.

At that time, it will be natural for them to take over the entire Wakanda.

As for the chiefs, he didn't take them seriously at all; they had no right to question the king's legitimacy.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. Ramanda was extremely shrewd and eventually acknowledged the other party's identity.

If she loses control of her emotions and does something offensive, she will no longer have the chance to avenge T'Challa, and Suri may even be implicated and lose his life.

She has already lost a son; she cannot afford to lose a daughter as well.

Following the queen's statement, the other chiefs bowed in succession.

Only Allen and his two companions remained seated quietly, immediately drawing Eric's displeasure. He frowned and said, "Are you challenging my authority?"

"No."

Allen said very sincerely, "I discriminate against blacks from the bottom of my heart."

hiss…

Namo gasped sharply.

Dude, be mindful of the context when you act crazy. This is Wakanda, and everyone here is black.

Eric was taken aback.

I really didn't expect the other party to be so brazenly provocative.

The Wakanda army is far superior to any human nation; even Iron Man, upon arriving, destroyed the energy reactor in his chest.

How powerful is he to dare to challenge an entire nation?

Although the guards standing by were furious, they were secretly pleased that Eric was so bothered by their criticism.

"I hope you can maintain your current mindset," Eric said with a mocking laugh.

In fact, having grown up in American society, he could personally experience the humiliation of racial discrimination.

On the contrary, the indigenous people living in Wakanda do not care about skin color discrimination at all.

Everyone was in complete darkness; such social problems simply did not exist in daily life.

"It's all about mindset."

Allen said smugly, "Since I stopped taking my medication, my mindset has been excellent. So, based on my own experience, mental illness is not an illness at all; it's entirely a capitalist conspiracy."

"..."

Eric calmed himself down and ordered, "Take him down."

From his conversation, he realized that this person seemed a little abnormal.

Fortunately, he was an outsider, so ordering his execution wouldn't affect his secure position on the throne.

"Pirate King, run!"

Allen picked up Morgan and called out to Namor.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, Allen had jumped from the stands to the platform.

At the same time, Namo took to the sky in preparation for his escape.

Namo felt it was possible to communicate with T'Challa, with whom he had clashed multiple times. After all, their encounters were always brief and to the point, while Eric was less trusting.

Even after a victory or defeat, the ruthlessness of those who still seek to exterminate their own people is evident, and they may even use this opportunity to wipe out their own clansmen.

They couldn't kill him, thus solidifying the reason for the conflict between the two sides.

"What are you going to do?"

Eric was startled when he saw Allen leap in front of him and took a step back.

He suddenly realized that the other party possessed terrifying strength, and he was definitely no match for them.

"Don't you know I'm afraid of the dark?"

Allen said angrily, "You're trying to scare me."

Bang!

A whip kick.

Eric could spot the attack trajectory with his naked eye, but unfortunately, his reaction speed couldn't keep up.

The next moment, he flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"Protect the King!"

Upon hearing that the new king had been attacked, people immediately pledged their loyalty.

He likely believed the outcome was already decided: T'Challa was doomed, Eric would ascend to the throne, and he wanted to seize this opportunity to make a name for himself and rise to prominence.

A warrior hurled a spear at Namor, who was in mid-air.

Hearing the noise, Namo turned his head slightly and realized the danger. He tried to dodge to the side, but he was a step too slow. A long wound was cut on his leg, and the pain made it difficult for him to flap his wings. As a result, he lost his balance and fell straight down the waterfall.

Of course, Namo, who lives in the water, could not possibly drown.

When Allen kicked Eric away, he carried Morgan and jumped off the cliff together, while giving the Queen a meaningful look.

The soldiers looked down at the waterfall, but all they could see was mist and rushing water; they couldn't find any trace of it.

"Follow them up in fighter jets."

puff!

Despite the excruciating pain, Eric struggled to his feet. He had barely uttered a single sentence when he coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma.

Seeing this, Wakanda split into two factions.

One faction consists of chiefs who support the new king and actively seek treatment for Eric.

The other faction, led by Ramanda, remained indifferent and stood by.

The fact that Eric was unconscious presented a golden opportunity to kill him.

Blinded by hatred, Suri secretly reached for the weapon bracelet, wanting to unleash a sonic cannon to exact her revenge.

At this moment, Ramanda had already come to his side, reached out and pressed down on Suri, staring at him intently, and shook her head slightly to indicate that he should not do anything foolish.

Eric was carried away for treatment.

Most people left one after another, leaving only Ramanda and Suri, and a group of trusted female warriors.

With no outsiders present, Su Li, bewildered, questioned, "Mother, why won't you let me take revenge?"

"You're risking your life."

Lamanda explained seriously, "Once you kill the new king, you will face the death penalty. I cannot live without you."

That's right. If Suri really decides to take action, regardless of success or failure, he will inevitably die and cause internal damage to Wakanda.

With all those of royal blood dead, tribal chiefs no longer need to adhere to tradition and are undoubtedly qualified to be promoted to the new royal family.

When that time comes, Ramanda will be the first target for cleanup.

"Did T'Challa die in vain?" Suri roared, tears welling in his eyes.

"No…"

Ramanda hugged her daughter and whispered comfortingly, "Your brother may not be dead."

"..."

Suli looked bewildered, completely unable to understand the meaning behind her mother's words.

T'Challa was seriously injured in front of everyone and thrown off a waterfall cliff. If he had been an unharmed person, he might not have survived.

Lamanda rolled her eyes reproachfully and said irritably, "You're usually so smart when you're inventing things, but now your little brain isn't working."

"The outsiders Namo brought are helping us."

"Help us!?"

Suri became more and more confused as she listened. She just felt that Allen was mentally unstable and that he was racially prejudiced against Black people, so she had no good feelings towards him at all.

"His kick on Eric before he left was actually buying us time," Ramanda cautioned.

"Heart-shaped grass!" Suli exclaimed in realization.

The king is the guardian of Wakanda and must drink a potion made from heart-shaped herbs to fully unlock his body's potential.

However, given Eric's current serious injury, he is not in a position to take the Heart-Shaped Herb; otherwise, it would be counterproductive and endanger his life.

"good."

Lamanda recounted, "He cannot be considered a true king unless he has taken the heart-shaped herb."

"Why did he do that?" Suri couldn't understand why Allen would help them.

"It's not hard to guess," Ramanda analyzed. "They definitely want us not to attack the sea creatures. At the same time, their intention in escaping through the waterfall is to rescue T'Challa. In this way, the recovered T'Challa will have the right to rightfully reclaim the throne."

After hearing a series of explanations, Suri finally understood the ins and outs.

One has to admire the mother's wisdom; her attitude towards Allen underwent a complete 180-degree change.

"It turns out that this seemingly crazy guy is actually very cunning," Suri praised.

"Now we must use all our connections to prevent the new king from launching any attacks against the sea creatures."

Having figured out what to do, Ramanda led her loyal followers into action.

……

Along the surging rivers, herds of wildebeest sometimes gather to drink.

The crocodile predator, hiding beneath the water's surface, waits silently for its prey to approach.

As long as they are within a certain range, immediately launch a hunting and ambush attack, then drag them into the river to die and tumble.

"Giddy up, Crocodile Rider, conquer the rivers!"

"I am the Dragon King of the Rivers."

Two large adult crocodiles carried two people on their backs as they walked along the river.

Naturally, Allen and Morgan, having left Wakanda, simply grabbed two large crocodiles to use as transportation.

As for how to tame crocodiles, it only requires a little bit of martial arts and theory.

After all, Allen is a very reasonable person, not only in words, but also in physics.

Bang!

Suddenly, a figure darted out from the river.

Namo was seen carrying the severely injured T'Challa as he jumped ashore.

"Turn."

The forceful punches forced the crocodile to swim ashore and quickly rejoin Namo.

"Ali ado".

As soon as they stepped ashore, Allen politely bowed to the crocodile to express his gratitude, and Morgan followed suit, bowing and saying, "Ari ah do."

The two crocodiles breathed a sigh of relief and slowly retreated back into the river.

"There's nothing to thank me for. I'll just give you a ride."

Before the crocodile could retreat back into the river, Allen strode forward and kicked it away.

"I'll see you off too."

Morgan hurriedly kicked away the crocodile that had been carrying him.

Two crocodiles soared through the air, never imagining they would one day experience flight.

Pfft!

Pfft!

It flew dozens of meters before crashing heavily into the river, splashing water high into the air.

"Grandpa, I kicked farther than you," Morgan said proudly.

Allen had a question about how much power Morgan in his transformed state could unleash.

All I can say is that among all the heroes, the Hulk is probably the only one who could fight her.

"Allen, he's not going to make it."

Namor kept checking T'Challa's vital signs, judging from his breathing and pulse that his injuries were very serious.

Not only were its internal organs damaged, but due to being submerged in water for an extended period, it looks like it won't survive.

"With this miraculous doctor around, I will not allow him to die young."

Allen crossed his arms and shouted, "The Defeat Shame Ray!"

A beam of white light shone on T'Challa, healing all his injuries.

Originally pale, well... it faded a little, but returned to its original jet-black color.

Ahem...

Within a minute, T'Challa coughed up the fluid from his lungs and gradually regained consciousness.

"Who are you...?"

T'Challa looked at the three of them with a puzzled expression. After a while, he remembered and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "So it was you guys."

"He's lost his mind; he needs to rest."

Allen looked at Namor and ordered, "Catch a fish and bring it up. We'll have grilled fish while camping."

"I want to eat grilled fish!" Morgan exclaimed eagerly.

"Little Morgan, go and fetch some matches."

"OK."

Namor jumped into the river, and Morgan disappeared into the woods.

Meanwhile, Allen, with nothing to do, plopped down next to T'Challa and gloated, "Captain Black Cat, your throne is gone."

"Yes, that's all."

T'Challa looked sullen and listless, showing absolutely no fighting spirit.

In fact, T'Challa didn't use his full strength from the very beginning when he fought Eric.

He was aware of the grudges between the previous generation and therefore felt indebted to them.

But in fact, the more they fought, the more they realized how powerful Eric was.

T'Challa had taken the Heart-Shaped Herb, so his physical abilities were unmatched by ordinary people. As a result, he suffered a complete and utter defeat and was almost beaten to death.

The reason Eric didn't kill him in the ring might be that he wanted Eric to see the expression of grief on his loved ones' faces after losing a loved one.

After all, Eric witnessed the entire process of his father's murder.

Allen further provoked him, saying, "He also wants to kill your mother and sister."

Upon hearing this, T'Challa finally reacted, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent.

He can atone for his sins with death, but he cannot allow himself to harm his loved ones.

But then it dimmed.

"I'm no match for him, and once he's taken the Heart-Shaped Herb, I'll never be a match for him again," T'Challa said dejectedly.

"What kind of real man relies on taking drugs?"

Allen said with a disdainful look, "The leopard must have been injected with the super serum."

"..."

These words deeply hurt T'Challa, mainly because he himself, after drinking the heart-shaped herb, was not as effective as the other person.

Of course, when the super serum was mentioned, it suddenly dawned on me why there was such a huge difference in combat power.

"You mean, I can reclaim the throne just by injecting the super serum?" T'Challa asked, perking up.

"cannot."

Allen said in a serious tone, "This will only make you so ashamed that you can't even lift your head when you're taking your medicine."

T'Challa asked, bewildered, "What do you mean?"

Allen wore a sly grin, his eyes darting towards the other man's lower body.

Seemingly understanding the meaning, T'Challa couldn't help but shudder, and a feeling of sympathy for Eric arose in his heart.

Is it really necessary to be so ruthless to oneself in order to seek revenge?

(End of this chapter)