Another Kyle Fan

Howard stood there in a daze. The vibranium spear had been thrown too fast, streaking toward him like a flash of light. His eyes and brain barely reacted in time, but his body could not move quickly enough to dodge.

"Ah!"

A cry of alarm rose from among Wakanda’s royal family and native residents. A native youth flipped down from the cliff, a surge of braking energy erupting beneath his feet as he descended onto the ceremonial platform like an afterimage.

He was actually faster than the high-speed spear!

Just as the vibranium spear was about to pierce Howard, the native youth arrived first at the critical moment. His right hand, clad in a dark metallic bracer, shot out like lightning and seized the middle of the vibranium spear.

"Stop!" the native youth growled, gripping the speeding vibranium spear tightly. The supersonic spear came to an abrupt halt, its tip stopping less than three centimeters from Howard’s chest, unable to advance even an inch.

"He caught my spear, thrown with nearly all my strength from ten meters away, with one hand?" The female guard captain was utterly shaken, waves crashing through her heart.

Without monstrous strength several times greater than hers, how could anyone possibly do that?

As the female guard captain looked at the native youth who had suddenly appeared, a bone-chilling cold crept up her back.

"Treating my friend like that isn’t very nice…" The native youth smiled, twirled the vibranium spear between his fingers, briefly gathered strength in his wrist and arm, then swung it in a circle and hurled it back in the same direction. "Here, take it back!"

The vibranium spear became a silver streak, two or three times faster than before. The female guard captain screamed in terror, gripped by the same despair Howard had felt moments earlier.

Bang!

The vibranium spear embedded itself firmly between the female guard captain’s legs, pinning her skirt to the cliff wall behind her. More than half of the over-two-meter spear had sunk into the hard rock, making it easy to imagine just how terrifying the force behind the throw had been.

The female guard captain’s legs went weak, and she dropped down onto the vibranium spear, trembling all over.

The tribal royals on the platform cliff and the citizens above it watched the entire reversal unfold, their mouths hanging open in shock as they all stared at the native youth who had become the center of attention the moment he appeared.

"Who exactly are you?" T’Chaka asked in astonishment. Holding his vibranium shield, he took a step back. He had witnessed the extraordinary strength inherited by his father as the Black Panther, yet compared to the brute force of the youth before him, it seemed slightly inferior.

The native youth ignored him. Turning around, he looked at Howard with annoyance. "Are you okay?"

"Kyle, good thing you got here in time." Howard gave a bitter smile, his teeth still chattering. He had clearly been genuinely frightened by the danger just now.

"Kyle?" The name struck T’Chaka like thunder, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The female guard captain clamped her legs around the vibranium spear beneath her, barely managing to stand. Pointing at the native youth and Howard, she spoke in a humiliated, urgent tone. "Two foreign intruders have disrupted the succession ceremony! Guardians, get them!"

"Huah!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the six similarly dressed female guards beside her responded. Gripping vibranium spears with both hands, they quickly stepped onto the platform and cautiously approached the native youth in an encircling formation.

"Kyle, I’ll leave them all to you." Howard hid behind the native youth.

"With me here, don’t worry." The native youth answered confidently, calmly watching the six female guards as they drew closer, ready to attack.

"Go!" the female guard captain commanded from the rear. Just as the six female guards prepared to charge, a voice suddenly rang out from the side. "Stop! Wait a moment!"

"Hm?" The surrounding natives froze slightly as they saw T’Chaka raise his vibranium shield, halting the attack. His eyes gleamed as he strode forward steadily.

"Your Highness?" The female guards and tribal royals were deeply puzzled. T’Chaka approached the native youth and stopped about five meters away.

T’Chaka took a deep breath and stared intently at the native youth, asking seriously, "Sir, you are definitely not a local from here. And why does that American-accented gentleman call you by the name Kyle?"

As expected of a prince. He understood the bigger picture and knew his limits.

The native youth shrugged and said calmly, "Because my name is Kyle. Is there a problem with that?"

Venom Suit, disguise released!

His appearance shifted. His black hair faded back into dazzling gold, his eyes gleamed blue, and his clothes transformed into a form-fitting Night Suit that outlined the flowing contours of his perfect musculature, radiating an overwhelming sense of pressure and aggression to everyone watching.

"It really is you!" T’Chaka said in utter amazement, taking several excited steps forward.

"You know me?" Kyle asked with surprise. In response, T’Chaka nodded quickly. "Of course. I studied abroad. I attended a university in America."

"Your Highness! Be careful of that man!" the female guard captain warned loudly.

"Don’t worry. If he wanted to kill me, I would have died countless times already."

T’Chaka shook his head, excitement appearing on his face. He raised a hand slightly toward Kyle and said with the enthusiasm of meeting an idol, "Do you know who he is? Mr. Kyle single-handedly brought an end to the Second World War. He is the War Hero Americans call the ‘Symbol of Peace’!"

"Symbol of Peace?!"

The tribal royals and native residents erupted in uproar, staring at Kyle in shock.

Though they were independent and isolated, that did not mean they had not paid attention to and collected major information from the outside world.

The Symbol of Peace. A godlike superhero who had suppressed an entire nation alone and ended a world war! As long as one lived on Earth, it was difficult not to know this living legend.

"Mr. Kyle, why have you come to my country?" T’Chaka asked excitedly.

Kyle did not think much about it. He tilted his chin toward Howard standing behind him. "My friend, Howard, is the founder of Stark Industries and an explorer. He said there might be vibranium minerals here and asked me to bring him over to take a look. We happened to discover the City of the Future, but he got lost inside and accidentally stumbled onto this ceremonial platform."

"So that’s what happened." T’Chaka suddenly understood and did not doubt Kyle at all.

Anyone who had lived in America, especially in New York, would have been influenced by the environment until revering Kyle had practically become a culture.

Everyone was a Kyle fan.

The female guard captain heard something wrong in T’Chaka’s tone, and her expression darkened. She reminded him coldly, "Your Highness. Whether he is the Symbol of Peace or anyone else, he is still a foreigner who infiltrated our country. He also disrupted the succession challenge ceremony. His crime is unforgivable. We absolutely cannot let them go."

As soon as she said that, some of the native residents chimed in, "That’s right, the laws of the nation cannot be disregarded!"

"This…" T’Chaka was troubled. He looked at Kyle, then at the royal family and citizens, not knowing what to do for the moment.

Chapter Two will be later QAQ