"I never thought I'd lose in the very first match!"
Aquaman Namor lay on the ground, his face scorched black, his heart filled with endless frustration.
The humans he had once considered insignificant, humans he believed only held an advantage through their numbers, actually had so many powerful fighters among them.
He was the mighty king of Atlantis, the most powerful Quetzalcoatl of Atlantis, yet he could not even rank among the top twenty-six humans. What a joke.
"Mystic Palm Technique!"
At that moment, a warm energy flowed into his body, rapidly restoring his severely injured body to health.
The one who had come to treat him was Hawking, the strongest Super Hero and the referee of this match.
"Thank you!"
Namor, now recovered to seventy or eighty percent, stood up and solemnly thanked Hawking.
After his defeat just now, he no longer dared to underestimate the powerful humans.
"Aquaman Namor, king of Atlantis, do you have time for a chat?"
Hawking asked with a smile.
He had handed the referee duties over to a Wood Clone again.
"Y-you know who I am!"
When Hawking called him the king of Atlantis, Namor's body stiffened.
Aquaman Namor was a title he had publicly declared himself, but he had never mentioned Atlantis. No human should have known about it.
"Of course I know. I also know your capital is beneath this island. But don't worry, I mean you no harm."
Seeing Namor tense all over, looking ready to strike at any moment, Hawking reassured him.
After learning Aquaman Namor's identity, Hawking had kept him under surveillance. He had known Namor had slipped into the sea last night and had even sent a Wood Clone to follow him.
"What do you want?"
Namor took a deep breath and calmed down.
If Hawking truly