A wave of intense, lingering fear swept through the Black King. At last, he fully came to his senses.
The White Queen's premonition had been entirely right. Vought International was unfathomably strange from beginning to end, not a place he could casually set his sights on.
Now Azazel was unconscious, while Riptide and the White Queen lay critically injured on the floor, utterly unable to fight.
Of their entire team, he alone remained to fight.
There was no longer any way to retreat and escape Vought. He could only fight to the death and force a path out!
The Black King drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the terror in his heart. His jumbled thoughts quickly settled, and the grave look slowly faded from his face, replaced by his usual composure and coldness.
He was just a little faster, that was all.
He possessed the extraordinary ability to absorb all kinds of energy. A mere advantage in speed was not something he had no answer for.
"I never intended to fight my own kind. I had no wish for us to kill one another. You're the one who pushed too hard and went too far."
The Black King spoke in a low voice, a trace of reluctant coldness in his tone as undercurrents of energy slowly stirred within him.
Seeing this, A-Train curled his lips into a thoroughly mocking smile, not bothering to waste any more words.
Whoosh!
A dark afterimage flashed past, moving faster than the naked eye could follow, without even leaving the slightest sound of wind.
One second, A-Train had been several meters away. The next, he was right up against him. His large hand shot out, clamping precisely around the Black King's neck and hoisting his entire body into the air!
His feet left the ground,