Ancient sages throughout history cannot be judged by morality

"Magnetic Field Rotation, Seventy-Five Heavens!"

"Ha ha…" Erik threw his head back and laughed, pointing at the grim-faced T’Challa across from him and mocking him loudly.

"T’Challa, I’ve already reached the same realm as you. I can still keep rising, but what about you? Can that lousy armor of yours upgrade itself?"

"Today, I’m going to blast you to death right here!"

"No one can stop me!"

After making his bold declaration, Erik lunged forward again. Like a raging storm, he bombarded T’Challa with a flurry of attacks, beating him until he vomited blood again and again.

The tide had turned. The situation had completely reversed.

It wasn’t that T’Challa didn’t want to break through, but the power of Magnetic Field Rotation within his body had been simulated through Ultimate Limit Qigong. It was always just a little short of the genuine thing, and he was firmly stuck at the limit of Fifty Heavens.

No matter how furious he became or how violently the magnetic field within him churned, the solid bottleneck showed no sign of loosening.

"Damn it!"

Burning with rage, T’Challa struggled to defend himself while shouting unwillingly, "How can a piece of human garbage like you possess such overwhelming power?!"

"So what if I’m human garbage?"

Erik’s battle intent soared as his blood boiled. He slammed down another heavy punch and roared:

"Does being human garbage mean I’m not allowed to have great dreams?"

"Do you know how much I’ve sacrificed for my great dream?"

"Throughout history, none of the great sages could be judged by the moral standards of ordinary people!"

"How can decisions made while standing above the river of history be judged by short-sighted, ignorant, and blindly conformist ordinary people?"

"Only time has the right to pass judgment on them!"

"After a thousand years, when people mention Erik Killmonger, they’ll definitely say that his merits outweighed his faults!"

"The great pioneer, founder, and liberator who drove the white people out of Africa, freed the black people from white exploitation and enslavement, and made an indelible contribution to helping black people stand at the pinnacle of the world…"

Erik rattled off a long string of titles. With every one he said, his excitement grew, and with every title, he slammed down another heavy punch, beating T’Challa until blood sprayed wildly from his mouth.

When he finished reciting the string of titles, his aura suddenly surged, and he leaped upward once more, advancing to Eightieth Heaven!

"…His Majesty Erik Killmonger!"

As he shouted excitedly, he brought down a punch that shattered T’Challa’s Protective Astral Energy. At the same time, his fist pierced straight through T’Challa’s heart, punching a hole through the Vibranium Armor as it entered from the front of his body and emerged from his back.

"How… could this be?" T’Challa stared in disbelief at the arm running through his body. He weakly grabbed Erik’s shoulder, wanting to strike back but already powerless to do so.

He could only let his life drain out of his body. Along with it went the mighty power of Magnetic Field Rotation. The speed of the magnetic field’s rotation rapidly declined before finally sputtering out and stopping altogether.

"Ha ha…" Erik laughed excitedly. "Did you forget? No matter how tough Vibranium is, it still fears Matter Reconstruction!"

"Besides, you’re just a counterfeit who relied on external armor to reach Seventy-Five Heavens. Not being able to use your abilities is only natural!"

Erik was about to savor the joy of victory a little longer when a flash of white light streaked past. A white suit of armor shot up from Earth and aimed a heavy punch at him.

The punch was incredibly fast and powerful. Just as he raised his guard, it crashed into him, blasting him apart in one strike. Blood sprayed everywhere, flesh flew, and his entire body was sent flying more than a hundred miles away.

That power was clearly the power of Ninetieth Heaven!

After blasting Erik away, the White Panther Armor immediately unfolded and wrapped itself around T’Challa.

"Fuck!"

Shuri again!

After cursing inwardly, Erik immediately turned and descended to Earth, heading straight for Wakanda.

T’Challa’s heart had already been shattered. Unable to use Magnetic Field Rotation for Cellular Reconstruction, he was certain to die. His enemy had now become Shuri, who had created the Ninetieth Heaven Vibranium Magnetic Armor.

However, the weakness of Shuri’s remotely controlled armor was far too obvious: Shuri herself!

Rather than battle the Ninetieth Heaven White Panther Armor in outer space for several months, it would be better to return directly to Wakanda and kill the little girl. Then victory would naturally be his.

He was very fast, but the White Panther Armor was even faster.

The moment he entered the atmosphere, he saw a flash of white beside him. The White Panther Armor had already swept past him and headed toward Wakanda.

"Damn it!" After cursing, Erik hurried back at full speed. When he reached the Wakanda Royal Palace, he saw Shuri entering the White Panther Armor. Lying at the armor’s feet was T’Challa’s corpse.

"Hey, Shuri, you’re no match for me. There’s no need to keep resisting. T’Challa is already dead. I don’t want to see anyone else bleed."

"Spare me your crocodile tears!" Shuri’s furious voice came from inside the armor. "We will never submit to you!"

"You? Who are you referring to? Your whole family?" Erik asked playfully.

"We mean all Wakandans!"

"Stop telling jokes!" Erik mocked. "You don’t represent the Wakandans! I’m the king chosen according to Wakandan tradition, while T’Chaka is the traitor! Believe it or not, if I merely stand outside, most Wakandans will lay down their weapons."

"They’re only afraid of your strength!" Shuri shouted furiously.

"So you know I’m powerful? Then what exactly are you trying to accomplish by putting on this display?" Erik looked down contemptuously at the White Panther Armor before him, which had assumed a defensive stance.

"You know you can’t defeat me. Although your White Panther Armor can reach Ninetieth Heaven, your Complete State is far too weak. You yourself have only reached the Current Drive Realm. You haven’t even reached Magnetic Field Rotation, so how can you bring out this armor’s power?"

"I can fight you to the death!" Shuri shouted defiantly.

"Fight to the death?" Erik sneered. "Don’t make it sound so noble. You’re simply using the lives of my subjects to threaten me, hoping I’ll spare your entire family. That’s all!"

Shuri fell silent.

"I’ll allow you to leave Wakanda with your family. From this day forward, you’re expelled from the black race. Go live in the white world. Let yourselves experience how white people treat black people."

After saying this, Erik turned and left.

He couldn’t fight Shuri on his own territory in Wakanda. Doing so would destroy all of Wakanda, and it would also destroy his great dream.

But Shuri and the others were too naïve. Did they really think they could escape his grasp after leaving Wakanda?

As long as she didn’t abandon her desire for revenge, she would never escape being used by him!