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Chapter 397 Allen: All Henchmen, Come Over Here

The black manta ray sped off in one direction.

It can unleash terrifying speeds comparable to the speed of sound in water.

Namo followed closely behind, only slightly inferior.

Secondly, there's Aquaman Arthur, after all, he has the power of the golden trident.

Far behind, Om struggled desperately to catch up, making sure he didn't fall too far behind.

"Yo ho... I've surpassed you."

Suddenly, Allen rode his manta ray vehicle past Om's position, not forgetting to show off a little.

"Yo ho... I've surpassed you too."

Within seconds, Morgan caught up with the arrogant one.

Om let out a sigh of relief, still unable to lose his playful spirit even in a life-or-death struggle.

"Get in the car."

Only T'Challa caught up, deliberately slowing down to pick up Om.

bang bang bang...

In an instant, several figures darted out of the water.

David sprinted across the water toward the island in front of him.

Killian and Eric, who came to provide support, and their men were not used to naval warfare, so they were arranged to wait on the island in advance.

David, taking precautions, anticipated that if the attack would not go smoothly, he would lure the enemy onto the island and annihilate them.

As expected, things didn't go as smoothly as I had imagined.

However, it was still under control, only because Aquaman Arthur caught up.

If he can kill him and seize the golden trident, he can unify the ocean world.

Furthermore, considering the side effects of the Dark Trident, David speculated that the Golden Trident might be able to suppress the erosion of consciousness.

On the golden beach, David stopped and waited for his pursuers to arrive.

Namor and Arthur stopped in their tracks, their eyes darting around warily, worried that there might be a trap on the island.

"Hey bastard, run! Why aren't you running anymore?"

Allen, who came from behind, rushed to the beach in his manta ray voyage and shouted, "I'll drag you back to Mole Manor to grow cotton, and I'll give you a set of free 300 draws upon logging in."

However, David had no time to deal with the mentally ill; his mind was always on Arthur.

"I can finally show off my skills."

At that moment, Eric, with a dreadlocked hairstyle, emerged from the woods not far away.

"Another black guy."

Allen glanced contemptuously at the other man's crotch and said in a sly tone, "I won't discriminate against you; small ones are cute too."

"Fuck you, I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Undoubtedly, this statement was a veiled reference to Eric's pain.

He has sacrificed so much on his path of revenge that he has nothing left to lose.

"Golden beach, so beautiful."

Upon arriving, Morgan gazed at the beautiful beach and momentarily forgot about his business.

Bang.

Numerous figures emerged from the yellow sand, surrounding Morgan completely.

"stop!"

T'Challa, who arrived just in time, shouted.

The hundred guards couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive when they saw the previous King of Wakanda.

T'Challa is a universally recognized king, and his influence still lingers.

Of course, some tribes genuinely respected him, while others were opportunists, pledging allegiance to whoever was in power.

"T'Challa, I am now the king, you have no right to order my guards around."

Eric turned to look at T'Challa.

The son of one's father's killer is the one who is most valued.

He couldn't eat or sleep properly as long as the other person was alive.

"I challenge you to a duel for the throne," T'Challa said solemnly.

Once the ceremony for the struggle for the throne is proposed, Eric cannot refuse in any way.

The rules unique to the Wakanda royal family allow for unlimited challenges to the monarchy.

The loser usually won't invite trouble a second time, given the obvious difference in strength.

At that moment, T'Challa felt he had found meaning in this battle.

He alone came to restrain one side of the Wakanda forces.

During the struggle for the throne, Wakanda's guards are not allowed to intervene; their sole duty is to stand by and prevent anyone from disrupting the ceremony.

I promise you.

Eric coldly replied, "If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, and I'll personally rip off your head to confirm your death."

The thought of letting his enemy go due to negligence filled him with rage.

I will not allow myself to make the same mistake twice.

"I am no longer merciful; we owe each other nothing."

Having nearly died at the hands of his opponent last time, T'Challa no longer felt guilty.

After saying that, both of them covered their entire bodies with vibranium suits and assumed combat stances.

One hundred guards were divided into four columns to guard the four directions.

On the other battlefield, Eric once again faced three opponents.

However, a large number of people emerged from the woods.

Dozens of Extremis warriors, and a frogman unit equipped with Royal Guard armor.

Fortunately, Wakanda's temporary neutrality has relieved much of the pressure.

"Little Morgan, beat them mercilessly."

"Okay, Grandpa."

As he spoke, Morgan Jr. unleashed a furious punch at Killian, much like the Hulk.

Killian immediately raised his fist to meet the attack.

Bang!

The fists collided.

A shockwave of airflow erupted.

Bang bang bang!!

Clearly, Morgan's overwhelming dominance forced Killian into a passive defensive posture.

The fighting techniques were extremely crude, resembling a street brawl.

Morgan swung his arms like a windmill, and his attack came down like a storm.

"He actually mastered the Turtle Fist; this kid must not be allowed to live."

Allen paused for a moment, then changed his words, saying, "I've made a mistake. This boy has the potential to become an emperor."

Killian comes from a scientific research background; what combat experience could he possibly have? He only knows how to evade and defend.

呀…

Morgan unleashed a flurry of punches as he chased after the warriors of the desperate situation.

In the face of absolute power, any technique seems flashy and ineffective.

Warriors in dire straits who dare to confront head-on will inevitably be met with a barrage of wild punches.

A few punches to the forehead, and I felt stars appear before my eyes.

The situation escalated into a desperate flight of warriors scattering across the beach, with Morgan chasing relentlessly behind them, yelling "Ah!"

It was all just playful banter; you couldn't tell it was a life-or-death struggle at all. It even looked comical.

Allen turned to the frogman troops and beckoned with his index finger: "All you minions, come here."

The frogmen looked at each other, feeling deeply insulted.

"What are you looking at? I'm talking about you."

Allen, hands on his hips, shouted, "I'm going to take you all on one-on-one!"

The next moment, a barrage of dense energy rays came crashing down.

The frogmen, disregarding all martial ethics, chose to fire their guns, completely ignoring close-quarters combat.

With a lazy roll, Allen dodged the sneak attack. He took off his shield to defend himself, but immediately realized something and said dejectedly, "I'm not like Old Man Deng, what if they shoot me in the leg?"

To put it bluntly, the round shield is only the size of a frying pan; it's lucky if it can even protect your face.

Allen was deeply suspicious that Steve had some hidden talent that forced the enemy to attack the shield randomly, ignoring his exposed thighs.

Roll, jump, throw shield.

It formed an arc at a tricky angle and accurately hit the water-filled backpack on the back of a frogman's armor.

Atlantis' energy comes from the conversion of seawater, and the Imperial Guard Armor operates on the same principle.

In short, destroying the water-filled backpack will turn the armor into scrap metal.

(End of this chapter)