T'Challa, clad in a Vibranium suit, was nothing more than fish on Magneto's chopping block, at his mercy to be carved up, kneaded, or flattened as Magneto pleased.
If Wakanda's potential anti-magnetic technology was not taken into account, he might have had no trouble taking down the entire country alone.
After all, Vibranium was woven into every aspect of daily life in Wakanda. It was practically Magneto's ideal battlefield. If he had enough power, he could even directly remove that incomparably massive Vibranium meteorite buried deep underground.
Invisible magnetic lines tugged at Wakanda's prince, pinning him in midair in the shape of a cross. The young and valiant T'Challa wore a grief-stricken, furious expression, veins bulging across his dark face. His invulnerable Vibranium suit had become a sturdy cage that locked him tightly inside.
As the future heir to the throne and Wakanda's Black Panther, when had T'Challa ever suffered such humiliation? Thinking of his shameful behavior before the woman he loved, he glared bitterly at the white-haired old man in purple robes, his eyes nearly spitting fire!
"Still not convinced, kid?"
Magneto shot him a sidelong glance and pressed his palm downward. T'Challa, suspended in the air, crashed into a jeep with a bang. Steel bars twisted like living creatures, wrapping around his limbs.
As for Wakanda's prince's little lover, she had long since been subdued by the mutant legion. Nakia was the River Tribe's strongest warrior and knew Wakanda's internal intelligence network inside out. She might prove unexpectedly useful.
Ulysses Klaw stepped out of the vehicle. Having witnessed Magneto's terrifying strength, he cast aside his earlier unease and put on an arrogant, haughty air.
As an old powerhouse among Mutants, Magneto possessed tremendous potential in his gifted abilities. Especially in modern warfare, he could inflict unimaginable devastation.
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