Marvel's Superman

"What happened?"

On Namor's head, a series of question marks appeared.

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He hadn't figured out the situation yet, let alone realize that he lost nine precious seconds in his tragic and short life.

"It's possible that ... Superman is behind this! We may all be compromised!"

Sebastian frowned and found that things weren't simple.

The grim and nasty face showed a look of shock.

He was more experienced than Namor; he quickly perceived that something was wrong.

The clear picture remembered in his mind, as if a paragraph had been deleted, couldn't connect at all.

At the last moment, Superman suddenly appeared and raised his right arm.

The next second, the other party disappeared, and the Continental Shelf Oscillator vanished into thin air.

This was too bizarre!

It's like someone stole everything that happened during this time from them!

"Your Majesty, let's leave as soon as possible!"

Sebastian was clear-headed and immediately persuaded Namor to run away.

Although he didn't know where the giant planetary weapon went,

But one thing was certain, even if he joined hands with Namor, he might not be able to stop Superman's attack.

Especially in the deep sea, Sebastian wore a diving suit and had difficulty moving. There was no real strength to show.

Once fighting broke out, Namor might not be able to protect him.

Therefore, Sebastian subconsciously proposed to retreat.

Anyway, preserving his own life was more important.

This was his way of being secure!

"Just abandon the ultimate weapon of Atlantis?"

How could the young and energetic Namor understand Sebastian's bizarre and prudent ideas?

"Mr. Shaw, we can't escape anymore. It's time to summon up courage and face the threat of Superman!"

"He is indeed the most powerful land person I have ever seen, but you are not inferior to your opponent - the Black King of the Hellfire Club, an Alpha-level mutant!"

"Together with the royal bloodline of Atlantis, a mutant who is also Alpha level, a strong combination, won't we be able to resist Superman?!"

"He is not a God!"

Sebastian looked at Namor, who was in the heat of the moment and laughed a little.

At this moment, his mood was extremely complicated.

When confronted with Namor's questioning, Sebastian was eager to enlighten him.

'Last time, you held a golden trident and summoned the Kraken, but you failed to defeat Superman.'

'Now that you are unarmed and have no other cards at hand, you want to deliver your head to the other party?'

'Why did I choose such a muscle-brained idiot as an ally?'

Sebastian had a bitter feeling in his heart that he couldn't say. Currently, they were the odd couple without any tacit understanding.

Clearly, one side had already said that it was necessary to go back to the city, replenish their condition and then come back to fight a latter-day.

But the iron-headed teammate beside him wanted to force his way through the tower in front of him, ready to take on a wave of the well-developed squad with only a few pieces of basic equipment.

If he used his head a little, he would know that nothing good awaits.

"Your Majesty, we ..."

Sebastian was trying to explain with a few words but saw the magic sparks jump endlessly.

The Sorcerer Supreme, far away in Ellis Island, was like an excellent assistant, cutting the space and opening the passage in time.

"I think I heard someone mention my name behind my back?"

Luke returned to the Lost City of Atlantis with a gentle smile on his lips.

The giant armor left by the Celestials was temporarily thrown aside by him.

On this planet, he was sure that no one else could move it except for him.

Magneto?

He was still an orphan who had just lost his parents.

Captain Marvel?

The cold war hadn't even started yet.

Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S hadn't even formed a shadow.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty."

Luke looked at the angry and hot-blooded Namor.

He had no intention of talking nonsense and directly extended his right hand.

His palm spread out and hooked it forward.

Obvious provocation!

"It's time to settle the score between us."

Namor never had complicated thoughts. When he encounters a problem, he will lead with his fist and rush to finish it.

At least he was the King of Atlantis. But, unfortunately, he wasn't as steady as Sebastian, nor could he swallow his anger.

Boom!

In Namor's heart, there was a burning will to fight.

With a heavy stomp of his foot, gravel splashed from the densely cracked ancient island floor.

A powerful punch, straight to Luke's face,

For Namor, the seabed was his main battlefield.

The terrible water pressure and water flow hinders movement and slows down speed.

To Namor, who is the descendant of the royal family of Atlantis, they weren't burdens at all.

On the other hand, Superman needed to turn on the bio-force field at all times to resist water pressure and divert water flow.

Therefore, compared with the battle over the Atlantic Ocean, he had the more geographical advantage this time!

Bang!

Luke didn't panic; the bio-force field was in full swing.

The whole person was like a small celestial body, emitting a terrifying aura.

The footing collapsed and shattered, debris floated, and the dust rolled.

Namor's fist hadn't approached Luke yet; it seems to have hit an iron wall.

The surging recoil force spread along his arm and all over his body.

Namor felt as if he had been punched by himself. His whole body felt sore.

For a while, it was extremely painful!

"Your Majesty, how long has it been since I saw you? The gap between us seems to be getting bigger and bigger."

Luke, the villain, inflicted physical damage on Namor and carried out a mental onslaught.

The full-scale bio-force wrapped around Namor in a rigid state,

The latter instantly felt as if he was in a sticky swamp with heavy shackles on his back.

Compared to Superman's straightforward, rampage fighting style.

After Luke upgraded the card, he focused on developing skills.

However, he grouped the basic operation of shaving with Heat Vision for the time being.

Boom!

Luke's right leg kicked Namor's chest.

Like a cruise missile was exploding.

The terrifying force ripped through the dense muscles that could block bullets and crushed the steel-like hard bones.

Crack!

The unmistakable sound of bones shattering.

Namor, like a solid shell with sufficient strength, flew backward with a jerk.

A few threads of crimson blood flowed in the turbulent water.

Namor, whose sternum had collapsed and who was vomiting blood, crashed through the ruined buildings one after another, shaking up a huge cloud of dust.

Luke cracked his neck as if he had finished warming up.

Boom!

There was another explosion.

Luke was like a jet plane launching from a catapult, with a bio-force field to disperse the raging seawater.

With just a few sprints, he approached Namor, who was struggling to get up in an instant.

Those brick columns that survived from ancient times, like paper, were all smashed into rubble residue.

"Unlucky guy, you think Sebastian Shaw considers you as a compatriot?"

Luke stomped his foot down and trampled Namor, who had risen to his feet, right back down.

The giant island of the Lost City rumbled and shook.

Huge sea animals dormant in the darkness, like frightened birds, jumped out in droves.

"The only thing he would ever let you do was to let you take the blame and the trouble, while the Hellfire Club and he hid behind the scenes and watched the situation unfold."

Luke picked up Namor, who had been knocked to the ground by several punches with one hand, and a trace of coldness flickered in his eyes. He whispered, "You have lost the trust of your people, lost the glory of a King, and will soon lose … your future!"

He raised the unresisting Namor with both arms and lifted his knees upwards.

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