The Proper Use of the Eternal Life Gem

Obviously, Fang Mo had never intended to let Stryker and his whole family off the hook.

Even if Stryker really finished that bowl of iron particle noodles, Fang Mo would accuse him of eating two bowls without paying, then conveniently find an excuse to put a hole in his stomach or something.

But at the same time.

On the lake not far from the Kalia Dam.

Magneto Erik nervously controlled the Iron Golem beneath his feet, carrying the group as they fled rapidly into the distance.

The others were fine—for example, Nightcrawler, Darwin, and Mystique over here were all riding on the Iron Golem.

Even Charles at least had a wheelchair to sit in.

But Logan was having a much rougher time.

After all, his entire skeleton was made of Adamantine Alloy. He was the only one present whom Erik could pick up and put down at will. At this moment, propelled by a magnetic field, he flew wildly through the air, skimming across the lake at high speed like an out-of-control Superman. The howling wind battering his face nearly kept him from opening his eyes.

Yet even with Logan in that state.

Magneto still kept trying to accelerate.

By the end, the air currents around Logan had even parted the lake water, carving a massive trail across its surface.

"Hey! Wait!"

Logan finally could not take it anymore. Enduring the wind pouring into his mouth, he roared, "We're far enough away already, aren't we!? Stop!"

"Stop?"

Magneto merely turned and glanced at Logan. He had no intention of stopping here. "Logan, do you really know what will happen if we stop? Or do you think that, as a god, his attack range is only this much?"

"This much?"

Logan turned to look behind them.

Though they kept calling it