Sssh.
Without a sound, James barely tilted his head aside, dodging the sudden thrust of the Trident of Neptune. The force of the undercurrents, amplified more than a hundredfold by Namor the Sub-Mariner, greatly slowed his movements.
Like a traveler trapped in swampy quicksand, every struggle was incomparably heavy, every motion tugging against torrents from the sea.
If only I'd had conditions like this when I was training... Forget it. I can't actually beat him to death.
As James loosened his fists in thought, he instead retracted his Bone Blades. As he clenched both hands, four blood-red energy arms emerged from his back, each curling into a fist. Scorching black-and-red markings spread across his body as he finally became serious.
Whoosh!
The trident thrust at him again, only to stop dead a few inches before James's brow. Two of the arms behind him clamped tightly onto the sharp prongs on either side of the weapon, even faintly bending the Trident of Neptune, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years.
As the symbol of royal authority in Atlantis and the weapon inherited by every King of Atlantis, its wielder could command all undersea people and wield the power of the ocean—stirring winds and waves, creating tsunamis.
Half of Namor the Sub-Mariner's abilities came from the trident's enhancement.
Seeing James produce four nearly tangible energy arms behind his back, his strength increasing severalfold until even the endless undercurrents of the deep could no longer restrain him, Namor could not help worrying that his trident would be damaged. He pulled it back, closed in, and threw a punch.
Bang!
The invisible ripples created by the boundless force colliding beneath the ocean spread all the way to the surface, raising surging waves. James firmly caught Namor's fist. At close range,