Is It Still Just Myth and Legend?

Wade and John Wraith's abilities were ineffective against this tortoise-shell-like tank.

Only Bradley and Fred were capable of dealing with this tank.

Bradley can control all electronic devices, and the tank's control system is clearly also under Bradley control.

However, his ability has a limited range, only about ten meters. If it exceeds this distance, he cannot effectively control it.

Even within a ten-meter range, the farther the distance, the more difficult it is for him to control the aircraft, and the greater the mental strain it consumes. Therefore, when he was piloting the aircraft, Bradley always sat in the position closest to the cockpit.

As for Fred, his approach was more passive. In the movie, he relied on his strong defensive capabilities to stick his arm into the tank's cannon barrel, causing the gunner to fire and the entire tank to be destroyed.

Just as everyone was speculating whether Chen Mo would send Bradley or Fred to deal with the tank, Chen Mo spoke up.

"Victor, go take out that tank."

Everyone else looked surprised. According to William Stryker's previous introduction, Victor's abilities should include strong physical attributes, self-healing ability, and sharp, retractable tiger claws, but these abilities did not seem to be enough to deal with the tank in front of them.

Victor was initially puzzled as well. He was not strong enough to overturn the tank, and his claws could only leave some claw marks on the surface of the tank's armor, but could not harm the people inside. So he was puzzled at first when Chen Mo asked him to take action.

However, when he turned to look at Chen Mo, he saw the silver-white longsword that had suddenly appeared out of thin air in Chen Mo's hand, and his expression quickly became excited.

Chen Mo smiled and tossed the King's Sword to Victor, Victor quickly caught it and held King's Sword in his hand with great excitement.

He glanced smugly at Wade, who was staring intently at the King's Sword in his hand, then strode towards the tank, holding the King's Sword diagonally in his right hand.

Stopping directly in front of the tank, Victor raised his right hand, which was holding the King's Sword, and then gripped it with his left hand as well.

This was originally a two-handed Knight's greatsword, with a hilt that was at least 20 or 30 centimeters long and the blade itself that was over a meter long. Although Victor was tall, over two meters tall, the longsword did not appear short in his hand at all. Instead, it made him look even more majestic and imposing.

Victor gripped his sword with both hands and slowly raised it above his head, his eyes fixed firmly on the turret in front of him.

The gunner inside the tank looked at Victor, who was holding a longsword, through the observation window, completely bewildered. Could it be that this tall guy was planning to use the ancient sword in his hand to cleave through the modern tank he was in?

The gunner couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity.

Because of Victor's enormous size, the tank's cannon was positioned directly above his head. A mocking smile appeared on the gunner's face, and his finger, resting on the cannon's firing button, prepared to pull the trigger.

At the same time, a sinister smile appeared on Victor's face. He suddenly moved, flashed past the tank's gun barrel, and rushed towards the turret behind. In the blink of an eye, he jumped onto the tank and arrived in front of the turret. He quickly slashed the King's Sword in front of him diagonally.

Victor's arm is nearly a meter long, and with the King's Sword, which is over a meter long, the attack range exceeds two meters. The tank itself is only a small light tank, and the turret is not very large.

The King's Sword swept across the front of the turret, cutting diagonally across the entire front half of the turret.

Victor's reaction and speed far exceeded those of ordinary people; after he unleashed his sword strike, the gunner's finger had just pressed the shell-firing button.

He felt as if a flash of silver light had just passed in front of him, but there was clearly nothing inside the tank turret, and nothing from the outside could get in at all.

So the gunner just thought he had misread it and didn't pay much attention to it.

What puzzled him was that the shell, which should have been launched with a loud roar and vibration after he pressed the fire button, did not react at all.

He pressed the button several more times, refusing to believe it, but nothing changed.

However, what happened next made him stare in shock.

With a screeching sound of metal scraping against metal, the tank hull in front of him suddenly moved downwards, and a dim yellow light suddenly shone into the previously sealed, dark tank turret from the front and above in an arc.

As the metallic scraping sound continued, the turret above the gunner slid forward.

"Clang!"

A loud metallic clang rang out.

The entire upper front part of the turret, along with the long gun barrel attached to it, was cut off and crashed onto the armor below, making a huge impact before tumbling to the ground.

The gunner stared wide-eyed at the suddenly opened "panoramic sunroof" in front of him, as well as the half of the turret that had fallen to the ground and the long gun barrel attached to it. His eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets.

The change came so fast that he was caught off guard.

One moment he was about to move his finger and blast the big, dumb guy in front of the tank who was trying to attack it with a longsword into a bloody pulp, but the next moment, his greatest reliance, the indestructible steel fortress, was inexplicably exposed with a skylight, and it was a panoramic view!

The view ahead was completely revealed to him, without any obstruction.

However, before he could recover from his shock, a familiar, tall figure appeared in front of him.

With one hand holding the King's Sword, Victor reached out the other towards the gunner still sitting in the tank turret. With a sneer in his horrified eyes, he yanked him out of the Kree and shoved him behind him with force.

With a series of piercing screams, the poor gunner was thrown four or five meters into the air by Victor and flew backward for more than ten meters.

Finally, with a dull thud as flesh hit the ground and the sound of a watermelon shattering, the screams abruptly ceased.

Wade glanced at the gunner who had fallen not far in front of them, his head smashed open, then looked up at the tank whose turret had been cleaved in half by a sword, and finally fixed his burning gaze on the silver longsword held by Victor, who was standing on the tank.

"This is the King's Sword?!"

James glanced at Wade, whose face was burning with excitement, and said sarcastically.

"Do you still think it's just a myth or legend?"