At the instant Magneto exerted his power.
S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.
A piercing alarm sounded.
Nick Fury hurried into the operations command room.
"Can someone tell me what is happening?"
Coulson gently flicked the tablet in his hand, and the image on it directly transitioned to the giant screen in the command room.
The image showed the exact situation on Nake Island.
"Director, Magneto appears to have gotten into a conflict with someone!"
"Enlarge the image!"
At Nick Fury's command, the distance in the image closed.
However, under Magneto's control, the island was now completely shrouded in a layer of powerful magnetic field.
Aside from catching sight of Magneto's blurred figure flying in the sky, it was utterly impossible to see the specific situation inside.
"Director, although the conflict is happening on the east side of Nake Island, if this goes on, the possibility of it affecting the residents of Nake Town cannot be ruled out!"
"Then what are you waiting for, quickly contact Professor X's side!"
He knew very well that relying on these ordinary S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to deal with a powerful mutant like Magneto was undoubtedly extremely difficult.
Unless some large-scale weapons of mass destruction were deployed.
However, employing these weapons would easily escalate the matter to an out-of-control state.
Thinking of this, his desire to form a special emergency squad became even more urgent.
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
In a classroom.
"Just as I usually lectured..."
Professor X, sitting in his wheelchair and teaching the children, paused his words abruptly.
He slowly turned his head to look toward the door.
Indeed.
A moment later, Beast Hank pushed the door open abruptly.
"Professor, something has happened!"
A few minutes later.
A fighter jet slowly took off from the school.
Inside the fighter jet.
"Damn it, it seems the cure the government developed through Jimmy doesn't seem very reliable!"
Storm Ororo, piloting the fighter jet, uttered a complaint.
Jimmy was precisely that boy capable of making surrounding mutants lose their abilities; after being rescued, he remained at the mutant school.
Wolverine Logan, sitting in the cabin, had a cigar clenched in his teeth.
"I said long ago, they should have let me crush that brat's heart back then!"
He was born in 1832, close to two hundred years old now, so calling Magneto that was not strange.
Moreover, after several skirmishes, due to the Adamantium in his body, he was almost completely hard-countered by Magneto's abilities. Every time he encountered Magneto afterward, he could only let the other party push him around, so naturally he held no fondness for him.
"Enough, Logan!"
"Now is not the time to discuss this!"
Professor X spoke with a solemn expression.
"What needs to be considered now is how to stop him!"
Beast Hank adjusted his glasses, hesitated for a moment, and pulled a plastic toy gun out of his backpack pocket.
"Should we give him another shot of this!"
"My god!"
Logan moved his butt away in the direction farthest from the other party.
To him, this thing was practically no different from poison; a single round would likely cost him his life.
"How do you still have this kind of thing in your hand!"
Hank spread his hands.
"This was kept from the last great battle, I thought perhaps one day we might be able to use it!"
On Nake Island.
Xu Mo watched the metal flying everywhere around him.
A hint of amazement also appeared in his eyes.
The title of showman was indeed well-deserved.
Before his abilities had even recovered, he could cause such a large-scale impact.
Magneto in the air waved his right hand gently.
Countless metals aggregated together in the air, and in a short while, formed a behemoth.
A conservative estimate placed the weight at already reaching a thousand tons.
Magneto looked at Xu Mo on the ground, a smile of a victor appearing on his face.
"I wonder if with your strength, you can withstand this strike!"
Xu Mo, however, remained unconcerned.
The reason he did not stop the other party naturally stemmed from the certainty of being able to defeat him.
Mutants like Magneto were just like mages; their ability to manipulate metal was indeed strong enough—so strong that even after his own breakthrough to the Planetary Level, it was difficult to completely suppress the other party in terms of psychic force—yet he also possessed a huge flaw, which was his physical body and reaction speed!
Even with Xu Mo's current physical conditioning.
Under full speed and with his own flexibility, as long as he carried no metal items on his body, the other party could not hurt him at all in a short time.
And as long as the other party was within the coverage range of his psychic force, handling them would be as easy as pie.
Magneto's helmet was his best weapon.
Watching Magneto floating in the air.
Xu Mo slowly extended his right hand toward him.
"You are celebrating too early!"
As he spoke, he gently clenched his right hand.
The instant he saw Xu Mo's movement, Magneto realized something was amiss, and hurriedly manipulated the huge metal block in the air to smash toward the opponent.
Regrettably, it was still a bit too late.
Following the closure of Xu Mo's palm, Magneto felt a violent pain transmit from his head. The helmet on his head that isolated telepathic abilities instantly transformed into a continuously contracting cage.
"Damn it, how is this possible!"
Magneto's expression changed, and he grabbed the helmet with both hands, struggling forcefully to pull it off his head.
Yet everything was obviously in vain.
Under Xu Mo's psychic force, the neck portion beneath the helmet had already constricted, becoming as thick as the neck itself.
The helmet had been crafted by Black King Shaw back then, and to guard against Magneto, the material did not contain a single shred of metal.
This consequently resulted in him having no way whatsoever to rely on magnetic force to control the helmet's contraction.
As Xu Mo's psychic force increased, Eric felt as though his skull was about to burst open.
"Kid, you win, we can sit down and talk!"
Looking at Xu Mo below, he endured the pain and forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart.
With his life controlled in the other party's hands, he had no choice but to concede, though in his heart he secretly made up his mind that once he escaped his current predicament, he would definitely tear the other party to pieces.
"Talk your ass!"
Xu Mo had no intention of talking with the other party, instead instantly increasing the psychic force on the helmet.
Being handled and still putting on a lofty posture.
He did not intend to negotiate with himself, but was merely yielding to the circumstances.
Besides, looking across Magneto's entire life, he was never a person who kept promises, and compared to promises, Xu Mo trusted the reliability of the soul seal more.
Along with the intensification of the psychic force, the pain soon drowned out Magneto's consciousness.
Finally, when the helmet constricted to a certain degree, a miserable scream issued from Magneto's mouth, and he passed out.
The surrounding magnetic field fell into instantaneous chaos upon losing control.
The metals flying in the air all fell toward the ground as well, naturally including that massive metal aggregate controlled by Magneto.
Although Xu Mo's psychic force was insufficient to lift the metal block, propelling it in the air was by no means a difficult task.
Driven by the psychic force, the metal block traced a parabola and dropped directly into the distant sea.
Subsequently, the psychic force controlled Magneto's body, descending before White Queen Emma.
Xu Mo waved his right hand gently, and the helmet rapidly restored to its original state, slipping off his head.
"The rest is left to you!"
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