Mike raised his hand, and a pink petal blade formed in his palm.
Senbonzakura.
"Use Card: Roronoa Zoro."
"Sorry, Brother Taozi, it's not that your card isn't strong enough, but for a direct assault, a naming ability user is indeed more powerful."
"Ten thousand U.S. dollars gone, my heart aches."
The remaining pink cherry blossoms enveloped Mike, forming a pair of wings that glowed White.
How much more stamina could be squeezed out?
He didn't know.
He only knew that no matter how much, it was all here. If this attack didn't work, he would truly have no choice but to flee.
However, Mike didn't feel he would lose. This confidence had no other basis; he simply felt that way.
Sixth sense.
"Final Scene: White Emperor Sword!"
"One Sword Style Iai: Black Blade: Death: Lion Song Song!"
Black Armament Haki covered Mike's entire body.
His body was a glossy Black.
His wings radiated White light.
Black and White.
The combination of Zoro's swordsmanship and Senbonzakura Kageyoshi's power.
Slash!
Magneto, the dignified and calm old man, finally showed a trace of shock in his eyes.
He could sense biological magnetic fields.
Based solely on biological magnetic fields, the young man before him made him feel an illusion of looking up.
Magneto, whose nickname included "King," could a "King" only look up to a "God"?
A God?
He didn't believe it.
No, he should say, he would even kill a God for them to see!
Magneto brought his hands together, and with them, countless iron sands gathered, forming a Black spear.
The spearhead was aimed at Mike.
At this moment, Magneto chose to meet attack with attack, rather than defense, at least living up to his formidable reputation over decades.
At this moment, Mike developed a trace of respect for this old man.
At this moment, attack met attack.
Blade against spear tip.
Swish!
The spear, compressed by magnetic force to a hardness comparable to steel, was as soft as tofu before Senbonzakura.
"I'm going to die."
"I haven't seen the day of Mutant uprising. As expected, I'm still unwilling."
There was unwillingness in Magneto's eyes, not fear.
"Hmm?"
An invisible force field blocked between Mike and Magneto, causing Mike's body to pause slightly.
The tangible blade cut through the invisible force field.
A mass of Shadow descended from the sky.
At the critical moment, it blocked in front of Magneto.
Clang!
This fatal strike was blocked.
Not many things could block this strike without being cut, and Adamantium was one of them.
Blocking in front of Magneto were Wolverine and Colossus behind him.
The blade cut through muscle but failed to cut through the intersecting Adamantium bones.
Boom!
The blade was blocked, but the force would not disappear. The enormous force smashed into Wolverine. So Wolverine crashed into Colossus behind him, and Colossus then crashed into Magneto.
A human sandwich flew out with a boom.
It flew directly out of Central Park.
The sound of collapsing buildings came from afar.
"Huff huff~"
Mike panted heavily, "One by one they pop up, so annoying."
His body was exhausted, but he complained with a smile.
Mike was laughing.
So exhilarating.
A Blackbird jet landed vertically on the Sheep Meadow, and the rear cabin opened. Two women pushed a wheelchair out. A benevolent-looking bald man sat in the wheelchair.
Professor X's gaze was complex.
Upon receiving news of Magneto's unusual activity, the X-Men were dispatched to prevent Magneto from causing destruction. Unexpectedly, it turned into a rescue mission.
"I apologize, young man, we have no intention of being your enemy. It's just that he... cannot die yet," Professor X said sincerely.
He rescued him not only because of his decades-long rivalry and friendship with Magneto, but also because if Magneto died, the Brotherhood would surely fall into chaos, and many Mutants would lose their restraints, posing a great danger to ordinary people, which would ultimately worsen the public's perception of Mutants.
If the Brotherhood were annihilated, then the forces used to deal with the Brotherhood would turn to deal with the X-Men.
If the hawkish faction was destroyed, could the dovish faction remain safe?
To some, a Mutant was a Mutant, regardless of whether they were hawkish or dovish; only imprisoned or dead Mutants were good Mutants.
"Oh." Mike waved his hand, "Alright, it's unfair with so many of you against one, and I'm quite tired."
He turned and walked away after speaking.
The X-Men heard "you're ganging up on me" and felt embarrassed. The Brotherhood, however, heard "quite tired," especially Sabretooth, who had long since healed.
One sentence, different people, different points of emphasis. This is what people often say: in the eyes of a scoundrel, the entire World is scoundrelly.
Sabretooth had not yet moved.
He couldn't move.
Professor X, who knew Sabretooth's reckless personality inside and out, instantly controlled him, preventing him from acting.
Mike suddenly turned his head and smiled warmly at Sabretooth.
Self-healing ability was a good talent in combat. But if one became a captive, self-healing ability would become a curse.
Imagine being subjected to dismemberment every day; you couldn't die, and others weren't worried about you dying. How would that feel?
Worse than death couldn't describe it.
If Sabretooth launched a sneak attack, even a face-fruit ability user wouldn't be able to ask Mike for mercy.
What a pity.
However, there was nothing.
Mike looked at Professor X with a half-smile. Firstly, his physical strength was insufficient to sustain another high-intensity battle. Secondly, Mike temporarily couldn't find a way to break Professor X's ability.
"Perhaps make a helmet like Magneto's," Mike mused.
As long as he knew the principle, with Stark's intelligence, it wouldn't be difficult, right? If Stark heard that, he would definitely strongly demand Mike remove the "right."
Who are you insulting!
Stark was a good tool man.
Another reason Mike left directly: the Black seed in his consciousness space had cracked open.
Literally: it split down the middle.
No two tender leaves emerged.
Instead, Black gas wafted out.
What's going on?
Mike didn't know either; after all, it was the first time, and the system hadn't given any prompts.
It was better to leave this troubled place first.
His uneasy feelings reminded Mike of his first time in ninth grade.
Alas, he didn't expect that his 500GB of learning materials on his hard drive, not a single move or style was used in actual combat. He felt ashamed for not living up to the teachings of all the AV teachers! The first time, he completely lay down and accepted guidance. Even though everyone was a novice.
Fortunately, Mike was eager to learn, willing to learn, and had 500GB of theoretical support. After a weekend without getting out of bed, Mike mastered the dragon-slaying technique.
Since then, Mike studied even more diligently and applied his learning to different subjects. Fortunately, as a handsome boy, although Mike was young at the time, he knew how to protect himself and never "caused a life."
However, there were a few women who fought fiercely over ownership of Mike, pulling hair, slapping faces, grabbing breasts...
One word: ruthless!
Mike: "Naive, what ownership? You only have temporary usage rights."
Storm Ororo muttered, "Just left like that? How decisive!"
Then she saw Professor X staring at Mike's back with a solemn expression. Storm had only seen such an expression a few times, and each time it concerned the life and death of Mutants.
And Jean...
She pointed at Mike, stammering, "He, he..."
She couldn't speak.
In Ororo's eyes, Mike was no different from before.
So, what exactly happened?