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Chapter 397 Allen: Come All the Minions
Black Manta moved rapidly in one direction.

It can reach terrifying speeds in water that are comparable to the speed of sound.

Namor followed closely behind, only slightly behind.

The second is Aquaman Arthur, after all, he has the power of the golden trident.

Om, who was far behind, tried his best to catch up, making sure he didn't fall too far behind.

"Wow... I surpassed you."

Suddenly, Alan rode the Manta vehicle past Om's position and even showed off.

"Yohoo... I've surpassed you too."

Within seconds, Morgan caught up with Tsundere.

Om let out a sigh of relief. Even in a life-and-death contest, he was still as playful as ever.

"boarding."

Only T'Challa caught up and deliberately slowed down to pick up Orm.

bang bang bang...

All of a sudden, several figures emerged from the water.

David ran across the water towards the island in front of him.

Killian and Eric, who came to support, and their men were not used to naval battles, so they arranged to wait on the island in advance.

David took precautions and thought that if the attack did not go well, he would lure the enemy onto the island and annihilate them.

As expected, things did not go as smoothly as expected.

However, it is still under control because Aquaman Arthur has caught up with them.

As long as he kills it and seizes the golden trident, he can unify the ocean world.

Besides, considering the side effects of the Dark Trident, David guessed that the Golden Trident might be able to suppress the erosion of consciousness.

David stopped on the golden beach and waited for the pursuers to arrive.

Namor and Arthur stopped together, watching with vigilant eyes, worried that there was a trap on the island.

"Nigger, run, why don't you run?"

Allen, who came from behind, rushed to the beach in his Manta Voyager and shouted, "I'll take you back to Moore's Manor to grow cotton. If I give you another set of moves, I'll give you 300 draws."

However, David had no time to deal with the mental illness and his mind was always on Arthur.

“I can finally show my skills.”

At this moment, Eric with dreadlocks walked out of the woods not far away.

"Another nigger."

Alan glanced at the other man's crotch with contempt, and said in a mean way: "I won't discriminate against you, you are so cute even if you are small."

"Fuck you, I'm going to tear you to pieces."

There is no doubt that this remark hurts Eric.

He has paid too much on the road of revenge and has nothing to lose.

“Golden beach, so beautiful.”

Morgan arrived and looked at the beautiful beach, forgetting his business for a moment.

Bang.

Many figures emerged from the yellow sand and surrounded Morgan.

"stop!"

T'Challa, who arrived just in time, shouted.

The one hundred guards couldn't help but feel a little worried when they saw the previous king of Wakanda.

T'Challa is the unanimously recognized king, and his influence is still there.

Of course, one part of the tribe truly respected him, while the other part was fence-sitters who would be loyal to whoever was in power.

"T'Challa, I am the king now. You have no right to command my guards."

Eric turned to look at T'Challa.

The son of the enemy who killed his father is given the highest priority.

As long as the other party is not dead, he will not be able to sleep or eat.

"I challenge you to a duel for supremacy," T'Challa said sternly.

Once the throne-scramble ceremony was proposed, Eric could not refuse in any way.

The rules unique to the Wakanda royal family allow for unlimited challenges to the royal power.

Normally, the defeated cannot afford to be defeated a second time, after all, the difference in strength is obvious. At this moment, T'Challa felt that he had found the meaning of this battle.

He alone can contain the forces of Wakanda.

During the fight for the throne, Wakanda's guards are not allowed to intervene. Their only duty is to stand by and prevent anyone from disrupting the ceremony.

"I promise you."

Eric said coldly: "If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time. Moreover, I will personally remove your head to confirm your death."

He was furious at the thought of letting his enemy go due to his negligence.

Naturally, I will not allow myself to make the same mistake a second time.

"I no longer have mercy on you. We owe each other nothing."

After nearly dying at the hands of the other man last time, T'Challa no longer felt guilty.

After that, both sides covered their bodies with vibranium armor and assumed combat stances.

The one hundred guards were divided into four teams to guard the four directions.

On the other battlefield, Eric faced three people again.

However, a large number of people emerged from the woods.

Dozens of desperate warriors and frogmen equipped with royal guard armor.

Fortunately, Wakanda is temporarily standing aside and watching, which relieves a lot of pressure.

"Little Morgan, beat them mercilessly."

"Okay, Grandpa."

As he spoke, little Morgan punched Killian violently like the Hulk.

Immediately, Killian raised his fist to attack.

Bang!
Fists collide.

A circle of air flow explosion occurred.

Bang bang bang! ! !
Obviously, Morgan's strong pressure forced Killian to defend passively.

The fighting moves were extremely rough, like a street fight.

Morgan swung his arms like windmills and his attacks came down like a storm.

"He actually mastered the Turtle Fist. This kid must not be allowed to stay."

Allen was slightly stunned, then changed his words: "I'm wrong, this boy has the potential to be an emperor."

Killian comes from a scientific research background, so what combat experience could he have? He just kept avoiding defense.

ah…

Morgan swung his fist and chased the desperate warriors.

In the face of absolute power, any move seems flashy.

If a desperate warrior dares to confront someone head-on, he will surely be hit by a beating.

After three or two punches on the forehead, he suddenly saw stars.

The situation evolved into a situation where the desperate warriors fled in all directions on the beach, with Morgan chasing them relentlessly, making "ah" sounds.

It just looked like they were playing around, and it didn't look like a life-and-death fight at all. It even looked funny.

Allen turned to look at the frogmen and raised his index finger to signal them: "Come here, minions."

The frogs looked at each other, feeling greatly insulted.

"What are you looking at? I'm talking about you."

Allen put his hands on his hips and shouted, "I want to fight all of you one-on-one."

The next moment, dense energy rays bombarded.

The frogman chose to shoot without any martial ethics, without considering close combat at all.

Allen dodged the attack and took down his shield to defend himself. He immediately realized something and said in frustration, "I'm not Lao Dengdaer. What if they shoot me in the leg?"

To put it bluntly, the round shield is only the size of a frying pan, and it is good enough to protect the face.

In this regard, Allen deeply suspected that Steve had some hidden talent, forcing the enemy to attack the shield blindly and ignore the exposed thigh.

Roll, jump, and throw your shield.

It formed an arc at a tricky angle and accurately hit the water backpack on the back armor of a frogman.

Atlantis' energy is converted from seawater, and the Royal Guard Armor uses the same principle.

In short, simply destroying the water backpack will turn the armor into scrap metal.

(End of this chapter)