Overwhelming frustration and resentment surged through Erik. His gaze abruptly sharpened, and he was about to unleash all his magnetic power to break free by force, even if it meant launching an all-out attack.
Just then, Charles hurried forward and clamped a hand firmly on his shoulder, immediately opening a telepathic link to urgently dissuade him.
"Erik, calm down! Shaw has already lost. Something is off here. The man in front of us is no one to mess with. Don't act rashly!"
But at that moment, Erik was already completely consumed by his years-long obsession with revenge.
His gaze remained fixed on the weakened, unconscious Black King in the corner, and he turned a deaf ear to Charles's warning.
This was his once-in-a-lifetime chance for revenge!
If he missed it today, killing Shaw later would be next to impossible!
If he couldn't get the knife back, then he didn't need it!
Countless metal fragments, parts, and pieces of equipment lay scattered throughout the conference room, more than enough for him to launch a lethal assault with his magnetic field.
His eyes swept rapidly around him as he swiftly weighed his options.
He dared not tamper with the load-bearing steel reinforcement inside the walls. The powerful Black man before him was most likely one of Vought's core combatants. If he recklessly demolished the building's walls and thoroughly enraged him, Erik feared he would struggle to leave this building alive today.
With that thought, Erik raised his eyes to look straight at A-Train and spoke rapidly, his tone resolute:
"I only want to kill Shaw. That's all!"
Before his words had faded, he activated his magnetic ability at full power.
Humm-!
A faint vibration resounded through the room. Every scattered piece of metal in the conference room instantly rose into the air,