Alright, Magneto and his group's actions only disgusted Mike; they were far from causing him pain.
Threatening someone with a child, even if it's not real, isn't that disgusting?!
Mystique's ability to arbitrarily change her own cell and tissue structure allows her to transform into anyone, including their irises, fingerprints, skin texture, voice, and even gender; she can also mimic the texture of any clothing, including accessories.
Although Chloe was imitated perfectly, Mike distinguishes people not only by their appearance but also by their aura.
Besides, Klar usually calls Mike 'Mike' or 'Boss,' just like Old Earl; only when Mike uses candy as bait will Klar shyly call him 'Brother.'
'Brother Mike' was a first.
Moreover, with Klar's personality, rather than being saved herself, she would be more afraid of burdening Mike, afraid of displeasing him, and afraid of being abandoned, so... if she were kidnapped, the little girl would only be scared, biting her teeth tightly and crying.
It makes one's heart ache.
Why not imitate Skye?
"Apologize and expose your chest... ahem!"
The condescending manner indeed indicated an apology, not a handout.
"You started the war, but when it ends is up to me."
"One-Sword Style: Three Hundred and Sixty Pound Phoenix!"
Magneto stood unmoving, and the slash passed by his side.
Uh...
The line was cool, but missing the attack was quite awkward.
It wasn't Mike holding back.
Instead, during the slash, the sword's blade was controlled by Magneto, causing its angle to deflect.
Magneto's ability controls any form of magnetic field; his power varies in strength across different parallel Universes.
The strong ones can pull several Planets closer in space to play snooker, while the weaker ones can still pull nuclear submarines out of the sea and lift cross-sea bridges to play with like building blocks.
In a metropolis built of steel, the destruction Magneto can cause is too terrifying.
At least humanity's persecution of Mutants isn't that blatant.
Speaking of Magneto, one cannot help but mention Professor X.
This pair of good friends, one dominant and one submissive, are dedicated to improving the living conditions of Mutants, but their methods are completely different.
Magneto, the hawk.
Professor X, the dove.
Always a hawk, too much of a hawk, and you'll suffer when you meet a stronger one.
Always a dove, being a dove, and eventually, you'll be cut.
Cut to cure forever.
The X-Men and the Brotherhood have been locked in a long-standing love-hate relationship, with the Hellfire Club occasionally popping up, perfect for a game of Landlord.
For Magneto, the biggest problem is that he is old, in poor health, suffers from frequent urination, and his superpowers are deteriorating.
Magneto knows very well that the Brotherhood lacks a strong figurehead; as soon as he dies, the Brotherhood will either fall apart from within or be dismantled from without.
Therefore, Magneto is looking for a suitable successor to prevent his life's work from being destroyed.
Tonight, masters are gathered; what if there's an outstanding Mutant?
Seeing Deadpool, Magneto almost turned and ran... How is this sticky nuisance here? Unfortunately, Mike isn't a Mutant, otherwise, he could be nurtured.
Since he isn't, I'll teach him a lesson.
Let him know that the Brotherhood's people are not to be touched.
Now Magneto is a bit angry, 'When it ends is up to you?'
A mere child, boasting shamelessly!
Magneto slowly descended from the air.
It was iron plates flying in the air.
Not him.
If he accidentally fell... he's old, with osteoporosis, he might just die.
A generation's hero, dying with unclosed eyes.
Alright, exaggerated!
Although Magneto cannot live forever, he can modify his body with magnetic force and shorten his reaction time.
Moreover, by being in a magnetic field, Magneto can float.
The iron plates were for show.
An old man with a helmet, his face solemn and grim.
He raised his hand.
He made a grabbing motion.
It made Mike think Magneto was going for a 'monkey steals the peach' move, and the refined steel katana in his hand immediately felt a pulling force.
Mike gripped the hilt tightly, his calves digging into the ground like nails.
He didn't succeed immediately.
Magneto sneered.
Mike felt the pulling force on the sword growing stronger and stronger, like a truck with its accelerator floored, pulling it.
Suddenly, Mike let go.
Anyone who has played with a rubber band should know: two people stretch a rubber band, stretch it, and then one of them lets go.
Splat!
That exhilarating sensation, those who have been pranked should remember it vividly.
The katana, like an arrow released from a bowstring.
Magneto held up his palm.
Clang!
The katana abruptly stopped, as if it had hit an incredibly hard wall.
The blade could no longer withstand it and broke into several pieces.
"Hmph, just playing some petty tricks!" Magneto's face was ashen.
Hehe~
Mike would bet that Magneto was absolutely startled.
A dead duck with a hard beak.
Great men sometimes live quite tiring lives.
Magneto spread his hands, palms flat and facing downwards.
The dirt made a 'shusha' sound.
Iron sand from underground seeped to the surface and floated around Magneto.
The scene was spectacular.
Anger turned to shame.
Mike looked at the dense iron sand, his scalp tingling.
No wonder Magneto's fighting style was so repetitive; even omnipotent netizens had developed hundreds of variations.
At this moment, Mike roughly understood: there's no need for it.
Such power doesn't need too much flashiness.
Mike's mind raced, thinking of countermeasures.
In such an open space, facing attacks from all angles, defense is difficult, and offense is difficult.
Fighting while retreating is a good choice.
A war of attrition.
Magneto is strong, but he is an old man after all; the larger the scale, the greater the burden, and the worse his stamina.
Drag him to death.
To cope with the situation of having no sword in hand, Zoro has a few no-sword styles, but to use them to defeat Magneto, one word: difficult!
"Unbind Card: Roronoa Zoro."
"Use Card: Momochi Zabuza."
"Then, the key to victory or defeat..."
Mike took Senbonzakura from his system space.
"Metal weapons are useless." Magneto said, his expression subtly changing.
He hadn't detected that magnificent katana in the magnetic field.
"Could it not be a metal weapon?" Magneto wondered.
Iron, cobalt, and nickel are typical ferromagnetic materials, reacting strongly and being metals he frequently manipulates, but for 'paramagnetic,' 'diamagnetic,' and 'antiferromagnetic' materials with weaker effects, even if difficult to control, perception wouldn't be an issue.
It clearly had a metallic texture, yet he couldn't perceive it.
"But it doesn't matter, it's just a sword, what can it change!" Magneto cast aside distracting thoughts and concentrated.
The iron sand and small iron pieces began to spin under magnetic control, turning into a black storm.
"Indeed, a Zanpakuto looks like metal, feels like metal, but its essence is... the materialization of a soul.
It's understandable that Magneto can't control Senbonzakura.
It seems it's not entirely a disadvantage."
Mike gripped the hilt, the blade pointing downwards.
"Bankai, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi!"
He let go.
As the sword fell, it began to decompose from the tip down to the hilt, looking as if the entire sword had sunk into the ground.
"This..."
The four core members of the Brotherhood present widened their eyes, seeing a long corridor made of gigantic blades appear behind Mike.
An illusion?
Before they could even think, the gigantic blades disintegrated into pink dust, the scene as dreamy as a fairy tale.
"Go!"
Magneto abruptly pushed with both hands, and a black tornado, carrying countless iron sands, swept towards Mike.
If he was hit, he'd be a pile of shredded meat.