The moment Klaue pressed the remote control, there was no explosion or sparks as expected.
Instead, a deep, chilling hum resounded.
The sound didn't seem to come from inside his ears; it was more like it exploded directly from inside his skull. Ye Mo felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and even breathing became difficult, as if the air had turned into sticky glue, requiring tremendous effort for each breath.
T'Challa, who had leaped high into the air, ready to end the fight, was abruptly frozen in mid-air.
That invisible force was not a physical entity, yet it was heavier than any hammer blow. It was like an unseen giant hand pressing down hard on the Black Panther's back, forcibly reversing his original trajectory of force.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
T'Challa sent flying backward at an even greater speed, as if hit by a cannonball. He crashed into a stone pillar at the edge of the plaza, and amidst the flying debris, his black figure slammed heavily against a distant wall, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Cough cough..."
T'Challa tried to prop himself up, but the metallic scraping sound from the Vibranium Suit sounded unusually sluggish. His movements were visibly distorted; his once fluid fighting stance now resembled that of a rusty machine, with every joint resisting some external force.
Ulysses Klaue stood on the high ground, clutching the red remote control tightly in his hand. His face showed no joy of victory, but rather a near-mad, ferocious expression. He gasped for breath, his eyes fixed on the disheveled T'Challa below, a cruel grin spreading across his lips.
" Black Panther? Hmph, just a monkey wearing a metal suit."
Klaue's voice blared throughout the square through the loudspeakers, sharp and piercing. He didn't relax at all because his attack had been successful; instead, he pressed the frequency adjustment knob on the remote control even harder.
Buzz--!
The sound waves erupted again.
This time, the frequency is higher and the penetration is stronger.
Centered on Klaue, visible ripples of air distortion radiated outwards. Wherever those ripples passed, the bricks on the ground began to tremble, and the lampposts along the roadside emitted a teeth-grinding creak, as if they might break at any moment.
Although the surrounding mercenaries were also affected, each clutching their heads and crouching on the ground in pain, Klaue was clearly prepared. The platform beneath his feet seemed to have been specially soundproofed, or rather, he was in some kind of sound blind spot.
The area where T'Challa is located is a severely affected area.
"Damn it..."
T'Challa gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He could feel his internal organs trembling violently, each heartbeat accompanied by intense pain. Although the Vibranium Suit was tough, it couldn't isolate this high-frequency sound wave resonance. On the contrary, the suit's material might even have amplified the vibration to some extent, putting a greater burden on his body.
He tried to charge again, but after taking just one step, his legs buckled and he almost fell to the ground.
Ye Mo hid behind the broken wall, his face terribly gloomy.
His X-Gene Resonance System was operating at full speed, and countless data streams flashed through his mind. He keenly detected the frequency characteristics of the sound waves: it was a composite frequency band that contained both physical shock waves and interference signals specifically targeting the vestibular nerve and balance.
No wonder T'Challa's movements are distorted.
This is not simply suppressive fire; it is targeted disruption of biological functions.
Emma Frost!
Ye Mo shouted in his heart, his tone urgent.
"I am here..."
Emma Frost's voice came weakly, trembling noticeably. She was hiding behind cover on the other side, her face as pale as paper. Her mental barrier was on the verge of collapse, like a thin sheet of paper, barely able to withstand the onslaught of the outside world.
"Stop pushing yourself! Analyze the weaknesses of the sound waves!" Ye Mo commanded. "I need to know its frequency vulnerabilities, or the location of its energy core!"
"I... I'm trying..." Emma Frost's voice grew weaker and weaker, "But... it's too chaotic... there's noise everywhere... my head hurts so much..."
Ye Mo frowned.
He knew Emma Frost's condition was dangerous. If things continued like this, both she and T'Challa would collapse from mental overload or physical injury. In that case, everyone in the square, including the innocent civilians, would face annihilation.
At this point, the center of the square had become a pile of ruins.
As the power of the sound waves increased, the surrounding buildings began to collapse on a large scale. A huge concrete pillar broke during the resonance and crashed straight down towards T'Challa.
T'Challa barely managed to raise his arms and use his Vibranium gloves to block.
"Boom!"
Gravel rained down, burying him halfway. Although he had blocked the fatal blow, he was still knocked back several steps, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Mo witnessed this scene, which made his heart tighten suddenly.
We can't wait any longer.
Conventional physical defenses are simply no match for this high-frequency oscillation. The energy core of the sonic cannon must be located, or its power supply must be cut off.
Ye Mo's gaze quickly swept across the battlefield.
He noticed that the indicator light on the remote control in Klaue's hand was flashing abnormally, alternating between red and green, indicating that the device might be overheating or unstable. But this was only a symptom; the truly deadly issue was the continuous sonic suppression. As long as this device was still operating, T'Challa would never be able to turn the tables.
" Ye Mo..." Emma Frost's voice suddenly became clearer, carrying a hint of determination, "I might not be able to hold on... You have to find a way... to cut off the source..."
"I know."
Ye Mo took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing rhythm.
He glanced at the Gene Spiral Tower within his consciousness space. Between the 15th and 16th layers, there were fragments of abilities related to sound wave cancellation and countermeasures, but he hadn't fully activated them yet. Now was not the time to try new abilities; the risk was too great.
He could only rely on the available methods and the intuition that suddenly struck him.
Seeing that T'Challa was temporarily unable to move, Klaue burst into triumphant laughter.
"See that? That's the power of technology!" Klaue waved his arms like a clown. "You monsters who gain power through mutation are nothing but lambs to the slaughter in front of me!"
He increased the output power of the sound waves.
The surrounding buildings collapsed at an accelerated pace, and dust filled the air, almost shrouding the entire square in a gray gloom. T'Challa was trapped in the rubble, unable to escape for the time being, and could only let out muffled roars, trying to break free of his restraints.
Looking at the devastated square, Ye Mo's thought of "just wanting to live a peaceful life" shattered completely at that moment.
He understood that if this disaster wasn't stopped, everyone would die here.
T'Challa is the King of Wakanda, the first true friend he made in this world. More importantly, he is the Protector. If he falls, who will protect the innocent people of this land?
" Emma Frost, hold this place."
Ye Mo spoke in a low voice, his tone calm yet firm.
He didn't give Emma Frost time to respond, but slowly stood up and walked out from behind the cover.
His black hooded sweatshirt fluttered in the wind, and paired with cargo pants and sneakers, he didn't look like a soldier, but more like an ordinary young man passing by.
But at this moment, his eyes became incredibly sharp.
Using the terrain as cover, he quickly moved to a relatively open position, ensuring he could see Klaue's entire body. His muscles were taut like a bowstring, and every inch of his skin was sensing the sound particles moving through the air.
The X-Gene Resonance System emitted a soft warning in his mind, alerting him that his impending risky actions might have unpredictable consequences.
But he ignored it.
He was intently observing the trajectory of the sonic cannon.
When Klaue saw Ye Mo emerge, he sneered and continued to control the sonic cannon, redirecting its attack towards Ye Mo's location.
"Oh, another one's coming to their death?"
Klaue scoffed, his finger rapidly sliding across the remote control, adjusting the frequency in an attempt to find one that could penetrate Ye Mo's defenses.
Ye Mo remained silent.
He simply stood there quietly, facing Klaue.
His feet were slightly apart, his center of gravity was lowered, and his hands hung naturally at his sides. He appeared relaxed, but in reality, he was ready to explode at any moment.
He was waiting.
Wait for the sound wave frequency to fluctuate slightly, wait for the moment when Klaue reveals a weakness.
The wind blew across the square, stirring up dust that stung Ye Mo's face.
But he didn't move.
His gaze cut through the swirling dust, fixed intently on the remote control in Klaue's hand.
At that moment, time seemed to slow down.
He could hear his own heartbeat, feel the sting of sound waves hitting his skin, and see the fear behind the slight contempt in Klaue's eyes.
Ye Mo took a deep breath, filling his lungs with cold air.
He was prepared.
Preparations for the most intense attack.