Guardian Black Panther

As the prince and soon-to-be king of Wakanda, T’Chaka should, by all rights, side with the royal family and native residents of his own country.

If the foreign intruder had been anyone else, T’Chaka would have mercilessly issued an on-the-spot execution order according to national law.

But the other party happened to be the Symbol of Peace, Kyle! One of the people least to be provoked on this planet. Setting aside his influence and connections, his individual combat power alone placed him at the pinnacle of this era!

Or rather, as a dual symbol of both war and peace, the man before them represented an era in himself.

"Kill him!"

"The outsider must not be forgiven!"

"What is the prince waiting for?"

Amid the fierce cries of judgment from the surrounding tribal royalty, the six female guards gripped their vibranium spears, eager to launch a coordinated assault.

With everyone’s eyes on him, Kyle remained calm. He stood with Howard at the edge of the platform, behind them a waterfall cliff with a drop of nearly a hundred meters, shrouded in rising mist.

"Wait. Let me think about how to settle this." T’Chaka gritted his teeth, his mind racing.

If I let Mr. Kyle go directly, I’ll be violating the national laws established by my ancestors. In the eyes of the tribal royalty and the people, they’ll also see it as me backing down and losing face.

But if I do nothing and let the guards attack… the consequences…

T’Chaka did not dare think any further. Though he had great confidence in his nation’s technology and weaponry, that confidence vanished whenever the opponent was Kyle.

"Prince T’Chaka, don’t overthink it. This is Wakanda. Even a dragon has to coil up here! If all of us attack together, we can definitely subdue him!" The female guard captain stepped onto the platform, already holding a vibranium sword. Clearly, she had forgotten the pain as soon as her wounds healed and had regained the courage to face Kyle.

"You don’t know enough about this man. He is truly powerful. He fears no one here." T’Chaka sighed. Torn between both sides, he continued weighing the most foolproof solution.

But time was no longer waiting for him. Kyle shielded Howard as he faced off against the seven elite royal guards. In the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere, a battle that would be difficult to stop could erupt at any moment.

"The Mirror Dimension is still unavailable—it’s on cooldown. If we really start fighting, I’ll find an opportunity to open a portal and cover your escape." Kyle spoke in a low voice. Howard, behind him, nodded in agreement, knowing that with his pathetic combat ability, staying here would only make him deadweight.

"Be careful. Your body…" Howard could not help but say worriedly.

"Don’t worry. If I’m alone, I have at least five ways to get out." Kyle chuckled, not taking the nation’s elite female guards seriously at all.

No matter how good their weapons were, even if they wore vibranium equipment from head to toe, their physical capabilities were still within normal human limits. They posed no threat to him whatsoever.

"I haven’t properly stretched my muscles in two weeks." Kyle looked at the female guards and crooked a finger at them in cold provocation.

T’Chaka’s eye twitched. This War Hero truly was as domineering in every situation as the rumors said…

The female guards exchanged looks, flames of anger burning in their eyes. How could they endure any longer? Gripping their vibranium spears, they charged forward one after another.

"Come on, then!" Kyle sneered coldly and prepared to meet them head-on. Then he suddenly sensed something and swiftly raised his eyes toward the sky above.

A jet-black humanoid panther leaped down nimbly from the top of the cliff. It rolled several times through the air before landing lightly in the center of the platform, blocking the female guards and splashing water everywhere.

He rose to his full height, his black cape snapping in the wind. His dark metallic suit clung tightly to his body like a keratinous membrane. The mask bore the features of a panther’s face, two beast ears rose from the helmet, and the sharp claws on his hands glinted with cold light.

Like the natural king, powerhouse, and guardian of this land, the Black Panther stood in the middle of the platform, instantly stunning everyone present.

"Your Majesty!"

The seven female guards reacted quickly, dropping to one knee. The tribal royalty, as well as the native residents beyond the cliff, all knelt in reverent worship. The sight was spectacular.

"Father." T’Chaka breathed a sigh of relief and warmly addressed the newcomer wearing the Black Panther Suit.

"Stand down. You have not yet ascended the throne. This is not something you can handle yet." The current Black Panther king spoke with weathered authority.

"Yes." T’Chaka nodded and retreated to the stone steps within the platform, standing with the Queen and the rest of the royal bloodline.

"You stand down as well." Black Panther gave the order to the female guards kneeling before him. They obediently put away their vibranium spears and withdrew into the inner area of the platform.

Very soon, only the Black Panther king and the two outsiders, Kyle and Howard, remained on the platform.

"You two outsiders." The Black Panther king turned around, coldly sweeping his gaze over Howard before sternly examining Kyle from head to toe.

"King of Wakanda." Kyle neither bowed nor acted arrogantly as he calmly met the Black Panther king’s gaze. Both carried the imposing air of kings and powerful men.

If the Black Panther king was the universally recognized king here, then Kyle was a honey badger who would fight anyone he did not submit to. King or god, whoever had the bigger fist got to talk!

"You and I will fight one-on-one, just like the ritual challenge for the throne. Only when one side surrenders or dies will there be a victor." The Black Panther king raised his black panther claw. "If you win, I will forgive the crimes of both of you on behalf of Wakanda and treat you as honored guests."

"No problem. Let’s get started." Kyle agreed without hesitation.

"I haven’t yet told you what consequences you will face if you lose," the Black Panther king reminded him.

"No need. So far, I haven’t found how to spell ‘failure’ in the dictionary of my life." Kyle smiled.

Arrogant? He had the right to be arrogant!

"Howard, move to the side first," Kyle ordered gravely. Howard immediately hurried into a cave at the edge of the platform, drawing a vicious glare from the Jabari royal representative from earlier.

Father, who inherited the power of the Black Panther and served as the nation’s guardian deity all his life, is about to fight the God-tier Hero who has never been defeated in the outside world… While T’Chaka felt uneasy, his blood also boiled. He held his breath and stared intently at the two men standing against each other on the platform, not daring to lose focus.

The king wore a one-piece Black Panther Suit, while Kyle wore a one-piece Venom Suit. Though both suits were dark in color and filled with a savage, murderous aura, they were fundamentally different.

One was the most advanced technological creation of this era on Earth; the other was a biological symbiote from outer space, possessing its own capacity for thought and learning.

This was, in every sense of the word, a true battle spanning the ages!