American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 389 The Shark Knight Unleashed His Power

Bang!

As Black Manta and his group were about to step onto the corridor, a figure suddenly descended from the sky, blocking the path between the frogman troops and the Extremis warriors.

"Who are you?"

David looked at the stranger in front of him, his eyes full of doubt.

"They attacked my people's habitat and then asked me who I was." Namor was furious, and a trident appeared in his hand.

Over the years, as the tribe developed vibranium, they specially crafted a weapon for Namor that rivaled divine weapons, and it also had a retractable function, making it convenient to carry.

"Namo!"

David coldly replied, "You should be grateful I didn't kill them all."

"I will send you to repent before my dead people."

Having said that, Namo assumed a fighting stance.

"Take care of him."

David gave the order impatiently.

With the Dark Trident within reach, he was eager to take revenge and didn't want any unforeseen circumstances to disrupt his plans.

what…

Pfft!

Just as they were about to make their move, another figure fell down, landing right next to Namo.

"Captain America?"

David was stunned, staring in astonishment at the newcomer dressed in Captain America's uniform. He then looked up at the glacier and secretly estimated that it was at least a hundred meters high.

If he fell straight down, even Captain America could die on the spot.

Of course, it couldn't be Captain America; it was just Allen trying out a superhero appearance once again.

Unfortunately, they couldn't master the landing posture.

"Sorry, the ground is too slippery."

Allen jumped up as if nothing had happened, took off the round shield on his back in a very flamboyant manner, and said, "Your dad can fight for a whole day and night."

"..."

Namo cast a slightly disdainful glance at him.

In such a serious setting, isn't it a bit inappropriate to make frivolous remarks?

Bang!

The next moment, a burly figure, two meters tall, landed behind the frogman unit.

"Grandpa, I've surrounded the bad guys."

Morgan held up the toilet plunger and pointed it at David and the others, standing there like a door.

Who is this guy?

David was completely baffled. It looked like a child, but what kind of child was so big?

Meanwhile, T'Challa, fully encased in his Black Panther suit, gripped the glacier wall with one hand to slow his descent, much like skiing on an ice wall.

Fortunately, Black Panther is a well-known and famous superhero.

After all, given America's political correctness, the emergence of a Black hero shouldn't be used to promote her country's superiority.

"It's you!?"

At the end of the corridor, Jack recognized the guy who had humiliated him before.

Hey buddy.

Allen greeted his acquaintance warmly, saying, "Do you want me to treat you to a hot beer that's 37.5 degrees Celsius again?"

After a moment of surprise, Jack realized what hot beer was.

The memory of being urinated on and nearly forgotten has resurfaced.

Before leaving, Allen actually dared to urinate on them; it was an unforgivable and utterly shameful disgrace.

"I'm going to smash your bones one by one."

Jack, enraged beyond measure, resembled a furious lion, with flames emanating from the veins on his skin, like a cracked boiler about to explode.

Boom!

Allen raised his hand and held up his round shield to block the incoming punch.

The vibranium shield was trembling slightly, which shows how powerful the punch was.

"I treated you to a hot drink, and you repay kindness with enmity. I'm going to get angry."

Allen raised a punch to meet the attack.

Fists clashed.

"Oh my..."

The pain felt like being hit on a steel plate. Allen shook his hand and said in shock, "You took some kind of medication."

With a single punch, he felt the terror of the Extremis warrior; the power of the super serum combined with the Extremis virus had been amplified many times over.

Even with Allen's current 72 times stronger physique, he's having trouble keeping up.

"I want you dead."

Jack pressed his advantage, and the Extremis warriors who accompanied him launched a fierce attack.

"I'll block it!"

Thump…

"I'll block again!"

冬…

"I'll still block it!"

冬…

Allen, holding a round shield, used his exceptional sensory abilities to intercept the attacks one by one.

The Extremis are incredibly powerful, even slightly stronger.

Allen's 72-fold increase in physique represents an all-around improvement, making him a well-rounded warrior who can easily evade attacks.

At the same moment, Namo turned on his enemy.

Immediately, the frogman force split into two teams to intercept them: one team held off Black Panther and Morgan, while the other team focused fire on Namor.

However, faced with the energy beam bombardment, Namor dared not withstand it with his bare hands, and instead used his vibranium trident to defend himself, attempting to get close and take Black Manta's life.

"Send half of the Desperate Warriors to hold off the enemy."

David shouted orders to the Extremis warriors.

He saw ten warriors from the Desperate Situation besieging one person, who was moving around with ease, so he thought of bringing half of them back to create a distraction.

Simply enter the palace, obtain the Dark Trident, and gain power from the evil god to turn the tide and defeat the four uninvited guests.

Upon receiving the order, the five warriors of the Desperate Situation changed direction.

Morgan, in pain, dodged left and right. The energy beams hurt a lot, but they didn't cause any real damage. However, for a six-year-old child, the first reaction would definitely be to dodge.

Only T'Challa's Black Panther suit is made of vibranium and is covered in energy that makes him immune to energy attacks. It even has the ability to absorb and recharge energy, so once he gets close enough to attack, he can turn the damage back on the enemy.

With the agility of a cat, T'Challa swiftly pounced on the nearest frogman.

The frogman's expression was horrified, as he tried to dodge, but the heavy armor restricted his movement.

In his terror, the frogman closed his eyes.

Bang!

At the critical moment, a warrior from the desperate situation stepped in.

A single punch carrying terrifying power sent T'Challa flying.

For a time, the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

Morgan was overwhelmed by the seemingly invincible Extremis, while T'Challa was essentially an Extremis himself.

Namor stood alone against the concentrated fire of ten frogmen.

Allen evaded the attack of five Extremis warriors.

Seeing this, David calmly walked toward the palace, and no one along the way could stop his plan.

"He must be up to something. Who can stop him?" T'Challa anxiously warned.

"Could it be that he's looking for that one thing!"

Namo glanced at his surroundings and sensed something was wrong. He couldn't help but recall a little-known piece of history.

Of course, due to his amnesia, Namo could only learn about the sea tribe's past by studying the history books taken away by his people, thus uncovering the shameful secrets.

But the black manta ray had already entered the palace.

"Shark Knight, attack!"

what! ! !

When the stalemate reached its climax, Morgan made a sudden move, appearing beside T'Challa in a flash, lifting his calf with his left hand as if it were a toy, and mercilessly slamming it down on the Extremis.

It's very similar to the famous scene where the Hulk ruthlessly beats Loki until he becomes withdrawn.

Fortunately, T'Challa was protected by his vibranium suit, which was like an incredibly powerful weapon. Of course, Black Panther was completely bewildered at the moment, and his eyes were spinning.

(End of this chapter)