Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Boom!

Heavy rain poured from the sky, turning the place into an apocalyptic scene in that very moment.

This ability could summon natural disasters.

Give the current rush enough time to turn, and as long as he can hold on without passing out, it would surely be another spectacle.

Mike sighed, swiftly moving out of the downpour's range and appearing at the edge of Scott's battlefield.

At that moment, Scott was badly wounded, one of his arms hanging uselessly by his side, looking thoroughly miserable.

Mike flickered again, reappearing beside Scott. Several cards vanished, transforming into various shields that blocked incoming attacks. Meanwhile, the green light of a healing spell wrapped around Scott, beginning to heal his injuries.

In the next instant, the blade in Mike's hand turned into a beam of light. In almost the blink of an eye, it pierced a mutant's chest.

The blade retracted, untouched by a single drop of blood. Yet the other mutants gazed at the knife in Mike's hand with fear and dread.

What kind of strange ability is this?

The gun in Mike's hand spun, the tip pointing at another mutant.

The mutant broke out in cold sweat, as if marked by death itself. Unconsciously, he took two steps back.

"Go! Kill him! Watch the direction of his blade!" a mutant shouted. But no one moved.

No one was foolish enough to act first, knowing they would have to face that eerie blade.

Scott placed a hand on Mike's arm. "Leave them to me. Go help Logan and the others."

Mike raised an eyebrow. "You sure? Don't get yourself killed."

Scott nodded, his mind involuntarily recalling that night when Mike had taken down the mutants to save Raven…

If Mike didn't step in, none of these mutants would survive.

Mike shrugged, his body flashing as he disappeared from the spot.

...

Boom!

A glowing fist smashed into the ground, creating a deafening sound.

The ground trembled, cracks spreading across it, and a violent shockwave swept outward, indiscriminately destroying everything around the point of impact. Half of the command center's floor was destroyed under the impact of that fist.

The Black King slowly rose, looking at the three gathered together, and sneered, "Three little pigs?"

Remy LeBeau's face darkened as he retorted, "Those little pigs ruined your plan and took your rocket."

The Black King's skin twitched. "Seeking death."

With that, he forcefully stomped the ground.

Bang!

The shattered ground groaned under the pressure, and the Black King vanished from his original spot.

Remy LeBeau quickly dodged, while Ant-Man shrank rapidly. But Logan only managed to cross his arms in front of his face before being blasted away.

Logan, dazed, crashed through the wall of the command center behind him and continued to fly backward.

It wasn't like I mocked you, so go hit him!

Just as that thought crossed his mind, the Black King appeared right before him again.

Logan was startled, his claws crossing in mid-air and slashing at the Black King.

His Adamantium claws were something even the Black King wouldn't dare to block directly.

The Black King spread his palm, sending a shockwave from it that sent Logan flying. In the air, the Black King grabbed Logan's head and slammed it down onto the ground with immense force.

Boom!

The ground shattered, and Logan lay there, dazed. Blood poured from his mouth and spilled across his face, while fresh blood oozed from the wounds across his body.

Logan looked utterly miserable, but his injuries rapidly healed under the Black King's furious gaze.

The Black King took a deep breath. His anger, which had flared during the fight, slowly faded as he calmed down.

The rocket, carrying the virus, mysteriously disappeared. Now, this battle held no real meaning.

With that thought, the Black King pressed his communicator and coldly ordered, "Azazoth, take us out of here!"

There was no response, and a heavy feeling settled in the Black King's chest.

"Heh!" Logan stood up from the ground, grinning at the Black King. His claws extended once again. "You're done. It's your turn now."

"Is that so?"

The Black King spoke coldly, his hands once again glowing with power.

Logan grinned widely.

In the next moment, a figure appeared silently behind the Black King.

"Take the shot, Divine Gun."

With the whispered words, the Black King's eyes narrowed. Before he could react, a powerful force slammed into his back, sending him flying.

The Black King pushed off the ground, rocks and dust flying, and two deep grooves appeared beneath his feet.

But after only a few meters, he stopped his momentum, absorbing the energy from the blade's strike. He turned to face his attacker, his expression dark with malice.

Standing before him was a masked figure, gazing at him with a frustrated look, holding a short blade in hand.

"How much energy did you let him absorb?" Mike asked, his eyes twitching slightly.

The Divine Gun couldn't break his defense? How much stronger had this guy become?

Logan shrugged. "We didn't want this, but it was unavoidable."

"Mike!"

Remy LeBeau, who had followed after, called out cheerfully, "He's all yours now! My abilities are highly restricted here!"

"Watch out!" Hank Pym, the tiny man perched on Remy's shoulder, shouted urgently.

Mike's eyes narrowed. His heartbeat quickened, and the world seemed to slow down around him. He shifted his footing and tilted his body to the side.

"Shh!"

A figure flashed past Mike.

The air seemed to tear apart, transforming into a sharp blade of wind that cut a deep gash across Mike's face.

In the next instant, a flash of light appeared in Mike's hand, cards disappearing as he vanished from his spot, reappearing mid-air.

The Black King had already turned and was rushing back to where he had just stood. He stomped the ground powerfully, launching himself into the air toward Mike.

Mike's eyes turned cold as he vanished again, reappearing on the ground. He aimed his blade toward the Black King and shouted, "Bankai: Divine Killing Gun!"

Whoosh!

A sharp sound rang out as a streak of light shot from Mike's hand. In the blink of an eye, it appeared beneath the Black King, striking his abdomen before vanishing from Mike's view.

There was no sensation of piercing...

Mike's mind raced as he understood.

The Divine Killing Gun was fast and its attached power terrifying, far beyond the initial release, but it hadn't wounded the Black King. Even as it touched him, the energy on the blade had been instantly absorbed by the Black King, rendering it a harmless weapon.

The Black King's disappearance was purely the result of the blade's extension, forcing him back.

In the next moment, the Divine Gun in Mike's hand returned to its original size.

"Is his defense really this terrifying now?" Mike muttered, looking up at the Black King, who was rapidly descending from high above. He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, and then dispelled the weapon in his hand.

With a flick of his fingers, a new card appeared—one that had never been seen before.

*Name:* Uchiha Itachi.

*Character Introduction:* A genius ninja from the Uchiha clan, powerful, skilled in illusion techniques and ninjutsu.

*Note:* My foolish little brother...

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