Undress for His Majesty the King

Six female warriors stood in a row in front of Azzuri, while six Winter Soldier warriors stepped forward from Russell's side; both sides were unarmed. This was Russell's intention; he was there to do business and avoided bloodshed.

Azzuri scoffed at this, saying, "He doesn't want to see blood. Thousands died on the battlefield because of the war Russell planned. What kind of good guy is he pretending to be now?"

Azzuri frowned as his gaze swept over the six Winter Soldiers. His almost Beast instincts told him that these six were no pushovers.

"There are only six. Who is the last one who will fight?" Azzuri asked, his gaze instinctively falling on Bucky. They had fought before, and he wasn't confident he could beat Bucky.

Bucky stepped forward, and Russell placed his hand on his shoulder, saying to the air, "Jason, come and exchange a few blows with His Majesty the King."

From the shadows of the jungle, a pair of eyes snapped open, and the tall, imposing Jason emerged.

Azzuri was shocked. He hadn't noticed anyone hiding in the jungle, which was hard for him to accept.

As the heir to the throne of Wakanda and the only choice to be the nation's protector, Black Panther, he underwent rigorous training from a young age, battling various Beast in the rainforest. To put it bluntly, even before consuming the Heart-shaped herb, his ability to perceive the outside world was already at a Superman level.

But now, a burly man, two meters tall and with broad shoulders and a thick waist, has been standing next to him for a long time. If he hadn't shown himself, he would have been kept in the dark.

"No, this guy... there's something wrong with him." Azzuri sniffed the air, but couldn't detect any sign of life on Jason.

"This is Jason. You win if you beat him until he can't stand up." Russell raised his hand and placed it on Black Panther's chin, stroking it until the panther groaned. Without looking up, he said, "Using weapons is fine too. Just a friendly reminder, Jason is tough. You won't win unless you're determined to kill him."

Jason: (._.)

Black Panther: (◣ェ◢)

Even if you're determined to kill him, you still can't win!

Natasha and Bucky, standing nearby, were speechless. No wonder Russell could be the boss while they could only be his underlings. Their shamelessness was unparalleled.

Azzuri nodded, only thinking that Jason was a tough opponent, without giving it much thought.

Seven against seven, start simultaneously!

Jason drew his machete from his waist, and at the same time, Azzuri revealed ten sharp claws. Seeing that Jason did not attack, he carefully stepped closer.

Nearby, six female warriors and the Winter Soldier began to fight, but Azzuri paid no attention, focusing all his attention on Jason. Even though Jason was full of openings, he dared not underestimate him. Logically speaking, the fact that Russell sent Jason instead of Bucky could only mean that Jason was stronger.

Therefore, these seemingly flaws are actually traps designed to lure him into launching an attack!

Azzuri took two steps forward and then stopped, shifting his position constantly with each step. His fingers were slightly bent, and his claws moved in the air, as if he were about to unleash a Pegasus Meteor Fist.

Jason was confused; his brain capacity was insufficient to think of so much. When Azzuri stopped moving, Jason picked up his big knife and charged forward.

One step, two steps... For every two steps Jason took forward, Azzuri took a step back. Finally, as the two drew closer and Jason raised his greatsword, Azzuri suddenly lunged forward.

At a distance of three meters, Azzuri's explosive power was within reach. His ten sharp claws flashed with cold light, and with a crisp clang, he sliced Great Cleaver into pieces.

The two passed each other, and a glint flashed in Azzuri's eyes. The enemy seemed... very weak!?

Having tested Jason's strength, Azzuri secretly thought it was a false alarm; the enemy was only good at concealing his presence, and was no match for him in a direct confrontation.

Thinking of this, he turned around quickly, his claws tearing a hideous gash in Jason's back. Then, with a roll, he plunged his five fingers, like knives, into Jason's groin. He bent down in advance, dodging Jason's punch, and slammed one hand on the ground before kicking out with both feet like spears, striking Jason in the chin.

The two were disproportionately large, but Azzuri's burst of power sent Jason flying into the air.

Jason's massive body crashed to the ground. Azzuri didn't seize the opportunity to finish him off. Jason's physical attributes were good, but not by much more than an average person's. He was confident that his kick had shattered Jason's jaw, and combined with the injuries to his legs and back, he wouldn't be able to stand up.

Azzuri didn't kill him; he didn't dare. Even though Russell had said that only by having the will to kill could one defeat Jason, he didn't dare actually kill Jason, which would have angered Russell.

"I won!" Azzuri said in a deep voice, only asking Russell to abide by the best-of-seven agreement and not to go back on his word.

Russell smirked. "Your Majesty, victory is only achieved when he can't stand up anymore. You haven't won yet!"

Azzuri was taken aback by what he heard, and when he heard the noise behind him, he quickly turned around. Jason indeed stood up, raised his hand and cracked the broken jawbone. After a few crisp sounds, his jaw was straightened.

Azzuri's lips were dry, and not only his jawbone, but Jason's severed leg tendons also seemed to have healed completely, allowing him to move without any restriction.

Jason took a few big steps forward and swung his fist, as big as a casserole dish, down heavily, and the second round began.

The fist whistled through the air. Azzuri was filled with doubt and surprise. He crossed his arms to block the punch, then grabbed Jason's wrist with his other hand. To confirm his suspicions, his claws slashed down, severing Jason's wrist.

Blood splattered everywhere. Jason's forearm was severed in half, hanging limply at his side with only a little skin and flesh connecting it. The injury was horrific.

Azzuri stabbed again, stabbing Jason in the abdomen, then twisted it twice before pulling it out.

After completing his two attacks, Azzuri withdrew and stepped aside, quietly observing Jason's severely injured state. What happened next chilled him to the bone: Jason reattached his severed arm, which healed instantly.

As for the large hole in his abdomen, it had long since healed, and after washing away the bloodstains, he didn't even need a band-aid.

"It healed itself..."

Azzuri's eyes twitched. How to defeat an enemy with super regenerative abilities until they can't stand up? Try cutting off their limbs and head.

"Your Majesty, I forgot to mention earlier, Jason's Immortal Body isn't due to self-healing..." Russell said meaningfully, "Even if you cut off his head and chop it into mincemeat, he can grow it back on his own. It's a bit like the extinct HYDRA; cut off one head, and two more grow back!"

Bucky: "..."

Natasha: "..."

Yelena: "..."

"I lost this match."

Azzuri gave up after hearing this. With six skilled female guards still around, he wasn't determined to fight Jason to the death. Losing a match wouldn't matter.

Thud! Thud! Thud—

Six figures fell to the ground almost simultaneously, Azzuri felt relieved upon hearing the sound.

"Your Majesty... I... we..."

The female guard's voice was a little weak. Azzuri nodded silently. It seemed that the opponent was also quite strong, able to push them to exhaustion.

"Thank you for your hard work." Azzuri head with a look of relief, then stood there frozen in place for a long time without saying a word.

The female warriors, on whom he had placed his high hopes, lay sprawled on the ground, while the Winter Soldier stood side by side, neither red-faced nor out of breath, not even glancing at the female warriors.

"How could this be... This... How is this possible..." Azzuri muttered to himself, unable to believe that his powerful tribesman had been so easily defeated.

A female warrior lying on the ground raised her head. "Your Majesty, they... they are not ordinary people, they have all been... enhanced!"

"What!?"

"You six are really terrible. It took you so long to finish the battle. Go back and get some extra training." Russell waved his hand, signaling the six Winter Soldiers to return to their positions.

"Yes, sir!"

Watching the six Winter Soldier being ordered around, Azzuri couldn't help but blurt out, "Wait a minute, what exactly are they, and why are they..."

"Them? What happened to them?" Russell asked, puzzled. "They are indeed some of the worst ones, and I'm not lying about that."

At this point, Russell looked at the Winter Soldier: "Anyone who believes they are stronger than the previous six soldiers, step forward."

Whoosh!

Of the twenty-two Winter Soldier, excluding the six who had just arrived, the rest stepped forward in unison.

Azzuri: "..."

Looking around, there were nearly a hundred soldiers armed with guns, twenty-two enhanced Winter Soldier, plus Bucky, Natasha, Jason, and Russell at the very end. Azzuri felt a deep sense of despair.

Russell approached Azzuri had given up resistance. "Your Majesty, you have lost all seven innings. It is time for you to fulfill your promise."

"Who exactly are you?"

Azzuri tried to figure out the forces behind Russell, but Russell's group had too many different skin colors, including black, yellow and white people, making it impossible to determine which country they came from.

"A rural organization, not fit for the mainstream. Even His Majesty the King hasn't heard of it, so I won't embarrass myself." Russell cut off Azzuri's attempt to gather intelligence. "Let's get back to the point, the deal concerning Vibranium ..."

Azzuri raised his head, defiantly declaring, "I will never hand over Vibranium to you. Kill me!"

"Your Majesty, a king's word is law! Best of seven, four wins, no renege on the promise—you said it yourself!"

"..."

Azzuri closed his eyes. He was the one who said those words, but how many kings have ever kept their word?

Russell narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Your Majesty, I despise people who break their promises. You're forcing me to use torture on you!"

Azzuri remained unmoved, opening his eyes and staring directly into Russell's gaze. "Wakanda Forever!"

Russell: "..."

The line about feelings has been around since you were in that situation!

"Good, that's tough enough! I admire your backbone!" Russell said with admiration, waving his hand, "Someone, help His Majesty the King undress, I want to take some pictures of him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bucky and several Winter Soldier pinned Azzuri to the ground and, with a few ripping sounds, removed his mask and claws. Azzuri thought that was the end of it, until the Winter Soldier started pulling down his pants, and he realized what they were about to do.

"What are you doing? Let me go... Ah! Don't do this!" Azzuri resisted angrily, but the people holding him down were not ordinary people, and he couldn't break free at all.

Beside her, Natasha looked utterly exasperated and covered Yelena's eyes; it was too obscene, she simply couldn't bear to look.

Click! Click—

"Your Majesty, your expression is too stiff; the emotion isn't quite there yet." Russell took a camera from the truck and kept changing angles to shoot, trying to capture Azzuri from every angle.

"Your Majesty, I only see grief and indignation in your eyes, which is not right. There should be a touch of shyness in your eyes as well. Consider your status, the king of a nation, the most honored person in Wakanda. Shouldn't you be awakening something after suffering such humiliation?"

Azzuri: "..."

After taking a few more pictures, Russell still hadn't gotten the shots he wanted. Russell was very dissatisfied and angrily reprimanded the Winter Soldier who was watching the commotion. "You lot, yes, you lot. Stop laughing, take off your clothes and hug His Majesty the King."

Azzuri: "..."