Vibranium

"Now you see where your greatest weakness lies."

James said this not too seriously to his foster son, who was grimacing in pain to the side.

Azazel's abilities were strange and tricky enough, but his raw physical strength and destructive power barely exceeded human limits, making them of limited use against particularly tough nuts to crack.

Azazel looked very unhappy; this was the first time he had been humbled by someone other than his old man.

Facing James, there was simply no point in fighting; all his teleportation spots seemed to be predicted in advance. His old man was like the dark, unfathomable deep sea, leaving him with no desire to even attempt a comparison, but he didn't want to just let it go with this black panther.

"Alright, you can't handle his strength and this armor right now, don't take risks." James shook his head, stopping Azazel, who was still eager to jump back into the fray.

He took off his jungle jacket and tossed it to the resentful Azazel, acting as if he didn't want to ruin his clothes, then stepped forward bare-chested to face Azzuri.

The Black Panther watched this white man with a profound aura and a peculiar physique walk over and couldn't help but feel puzzled. Could it be that the devil, unable to do anything to him and having been injured in return, intended to call a truce and negotiate?

Just then, his mouth went a bit dry as he watched the skin on the man's easily hanging arms begin to squirm.

His bones were exceptionally thick, his wrists and palms unusually large, and three bone claws glowing with the luster of polished jade slowly protruded from the back of his hands without a drop of blood appearing. The flesh on both sides of his forearms also split open, and large plates of bone with the same texture as the claws wrapped around to form arm shields, topped with three clusters of barbed short blades.

James didn't release the bone spikes from his elbows; this was enough for now. He looked at his hands, left and right. After entering a new realm of cultivation and stimulating his body to replace his bones through the Dan-forming process, he no longer needed to suppress his physique, completely stabilizing into his current tall and coordinated state.

The newly born exoskeleton weapons had also become exceptionally "refined," as if they had been cast and polished by modern technology.

The bone claws were over half a meter long, with triangular, piercing tips and thick, sharp edges; each one was like a dagger. The bone shields were smooth and uniform, about two fingers thick, narrow at the front and wide at the back in a diamond shape, perfectly covering the area from his knuckles to his elbows, looking both ferocious and magnificent.

Clang! Clang!

James crossed his hands, clashing the bone claws together and emitting a harsh sound like metal striking metal, then looked at the Black Panther and smiled.

Boom!

Azzuri's vision blurred instantly. The white man erupted with a loud bang, and before his visual perception could react, he was sent flying by the blade-like bone claws in an upward strike. The immense impact slammed him into a giant boulder a dozen meters behind him; the Vibranium armor sank deep into the rock like high-grade steel hitting brick, and the boulder teetered on the verge of shattering.

The Black Panther shook his dazed head hard and shuddered, shattering the boulder behind him.

"Wakanda Forever!"

He crossed his fists over his chest, roared loudly, and charged forward.

The Dora Milaje on the side and the tribal warriors watching from afar in formation, seeing their king knocked back by a single blow, also shouted Wakandan war cries and charged toward James.

Seeing this group of troublesome female guards abandon their defensive formation, Azazel teleported in, wrapped his tail around one neck, grabbed another with both hands, and teleported to a height of several hundred meters before vanishing again.

Piercing screams began to echo through the air continuously as one Wakandan soldier after another fell to their deaths from high altitude. The scene was like a living hell, and Azazel was the devil toying with life.

The battle between the Black Panther Azzuri and James, however, was one no one else could join. They moved at extreme speeds, colliding across the wilderness with massive kinetic energy. Azzuri had effectively become an indestructible target, being sent flying by James's claws like a marble, leaving a trail of devastation everywhere.

The more they fought, the more interested James became in the metal known as Vibranium. His bone blades, carrying his current tens of tons of kinetic energy, slashed against it without causing any damage, and the armor made of this metal possessed an extraordinary ability to disperse force.

Not only was it super sturdy, protecting the wearer from being cut or stabbed, but it could also largely diffuse and absorb the impact brought by massive kinetic energy.

Having tested the strength of the Vibranium armor enough, he slowed down the rhythm and speed of his attacks, allowing the Black Panther to keep up and giving him a chance to counterattack.

Swish! Swish!

Azzuri seemed to finally see a glimmer of hope for the battle. He secretly thought that the opponent must have exhausted his stamina after attacking with all his might, as his speed and attack frequency had clearly declined.

Relying on the magic of the sacred armor, he could remain invincible!

The Black Panther Azzuri counterattacked even more crazily. His fighting style had a unique flair and charm, full of a wild, beastly aura, which made James recall some scenes from the past.

James only defended and did not attack, letting the Black Panther's Vibranium claws slash fiercely at the bone shields on his arms time and again, while he began to carefully observe the strength of his bone shields.

After the third bone replacement, the exoskeleton claw-shields, through James's testing, had already surpassed the strength of the strongest alloys that could be smelted and synthesized by the current era. The bones had extreme toughness, ensuring they wouldn't break even if he used greater force to slash at Vibranium, though their sharpness was far inferior to Vibranium.

However, the Black Panther's claws could easily leave deep scratches on the bone shields, and before long, James's arms were covered in flying bone shards.

He dealt with Azzuri's attacks casually, lost in thought.

Rip!

The Black Panther's claw actually slashed deep across James's chest, leaving a wound about two or three centimeters deep.

James was also stunned for a moment; this panther's strength was truly impressive, and he seemed to be getting faster the more they fought.

After observing through this stage of the battle, the Black Panther's overall combat power was equivalent to when he first entered the Huajin realm, only without his unique Qi and blood power.

He looked down at the wound on his chest that wasn't bleeding and the exoskeleton covered in claw marks; they weren't healing.

The Black Panther and Azazel also stopped, and the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

Azzuri looked at the wound that was torn open but not bleeding a drop, muttering to himself. The feeling of that claw tearing into him was like pulling on rubber with exaggerated elasticity. If it weren't for the Vibranium claws and his own extraordinary strength and speed, ordinary attacks might not have been able to break the skin of the person in front of him at all.

Azazel, however, was shocked, Could this strange metal suppress the old man's terrifying self-healing ability?

James smiled, and suddenly, the four wounds on his chest and the battle-damaged bone shields and claws were as good as new.

Now, his control over his body allowed him to autonomously regulate the speed of his healing. If he wanted to, he could even pretend he had no self-healing ability, keeping the wounds as they were or letting blood flow.

The red devil calmed down, and he couldn't help but mock himself; there was no need for him to worry about his old man, this immortal monster.

"Your Majesty, King of Wakanda, do you have any other tricks?" James suddenly retracted his exposed bone weapons slowly and asked seriously, "No? Hmm. Super technology?"

He asked again with a hint of doubt, watching the Black Panther's reaction, which confirmed the information Daniel had brought back years ago and his own earlier guesses.

King Azzuri didn't know what the last word the man said meant, but his heart went completely cold, and an incredible thought popped into his mind: Could it be that Bast, the Panther God, no longer favors Wakanda?