T’Challa’s Ultimate Limit Qigong Mastery

Dark, cold, and damp…

Flies buzzed around him, and unbearable itching covered his entire body.

But… he couldn’t move!

T’Challa, reduced to a human meat mound, could only lie motionless on the cold ground. He could neither see nor speak, and the wounds on his limbs had already rotted and festered. He could vaguely feel maggots growing and crawling inside them.

He now looked like nothing more than a rotting chunk of flesh with barely one breath left in him.

Yet this rotten meat’s hearing had become increasingly keen.

That day, when Erik taught Ultimate Limit Qigong to Shuri, T’Challa had collapsed nearby, but he had heard every word and learned it all. From that day onward, T’Challa had never stopped squeezing the potential from his cells.

Ever since he began practicing Ultimate Limit Qigong, his senses had grown increasingly sharp. As long as he wanted to hear them, he could clearly hear the sounds of mosquitoes flying within a hundred meters.

He could hear the guards outside boasting. One claimed to have killed countless members of the United States Armed Forces, while another claimed to have taken down several aircraft. Whenever they reached the proudest parts of their stories, they laughed loudly together.

T’Challa’s heart was twisting!

When had Wakanda’s warriors fallen so far that they took pleasure in killing?

To Wakanda’s warriors, battle was sacred. The process was what mattered, with victory or defeat coming second. Battles between warriors from the various tribes rarely caused deaths or injuries.

But now, Wakanda’s warriors were actually becoming excited over slaughtering the weak members of the United States Armed Forces.

This was depravity!

A fall from warriors into killing tools!

Damn Erik!

Damn Erik!!!

Damn Erik!!!!!!

T’Challa roared inwardly without pause. The flames of his anger burned hotter and hotter, transforming into electric currents that coursed through his body.

He had reached the entry level!

His body’s perception expanded further, spreading farther and farther until he could hear the voices of even more warriors conversing.

"How many head mounds did you build today?"

"Three. What about you?"

"I built one more than you! Those idiots had no idea they were courting death. They thought that carrying a lousy AK meant they could control their own fate. What a joke!"

"They’re just ignorant. Aren’t all the people outside like that?"

"We knew far too little about the outside world before. Only now do we realize how advanced our technology is. If we’d come out a hundred years ago, we might have unified the world already!"

"Then the whole world would have to speak Wakandan, hahaha…"

"Human civilization originated in Africa in the first place. Black people naturally have highly aggressive genes. If either parent is Black, the child will definitely be Black. Black people are naturally stronger and more intelligent than white people. We should rule over those foolish white people."

"Well said! Long live His Majesty King Erik!"

"Haha… Long live His Majesty King Erik!"

T’Challa’s fury became even harder to suppress. He had originally thought that the warriors had merely become enthusiastic about fighting their enemies, but only now did he realize that they had actually raised their butcher’s knives against civilians! They had even built head mounds!

Was this something members of a civilized society should do?

And how had Wakanda’s warriors become so consumed by racism?

Who was spreading the theory of Black racial supremacy so wantonly?

How was this any different from the Nazi ideology?

Moreover, Wakanda’s warriors had already been brainwashed to such an extent!

Damn Erik!

Did he want to ignite the Third World War?

What a load of crap this Pan-African Alliance was!

He clearly intended to destroy all of Africa!

Erik roared inwardly, his body trembling nonstop. The electric currents wrapped around him suddenly contracted into his body, vanishing beneath his skin.

He had broken through the threshold of Magnetic Field Rotation.

And this wasn’t the end. It was merely the beginning.

Soon, he heard that the Magnetic Field Warriors who had been forced to enter "The Way of Erik" had been locked together as casually as pigs being raised, suffering the same agony as him.

Their weeping, begging, screams, and pleas for death… all those sounds gnawed at his soul like insects and ants.

As he heard more and more, learning more and more about Wakanda’s current situation, his rage continued to escalate. The flames of his fury grew ever more intense, and he wished he could turn into a raging inferno and burn his helpless, crippled body to ashes.

Pain, hatred, anger, despair, self-reproach, regret… all those emotions became kindling, feeding the flames of his fury and driving the Magnetic Field Rotation within his body faster and faster…

Tenth Heaven!

Twenty Heavens!

Thirtieth Heaven!

Forty Heavens!

Finally, he leaped into the Fifty Heavens!

T’Challa had fully mastered the divine art of The Way of Erik. His body had completed Cellular Reconstruction, and he had recovered completely.

He let out a long howl, stretched out his body, pierced through the roof, and shot straight into the sky. With a furious roar, his voice rang throughout all of Wakanda.

"Erik, come out and face your death!"

Erik recognized T’Challa’s voice and couldn’t help feeling startled. But he believed that, with the White Panther Armor protecting him, few in the world could stand against him, so naturally he wasn’t afraid.

Erik put on his armor, shot into the sky, and came face-to-face with T’Challa.

"Oh, T’Challa! Looks like you’ve been making good progress! You’ve actually reached the Cellular Reconstruction State! To improve so much in such a short time… I’m almost jealous!"

When enemies met, their eyes grew especially bloodshot.

T’Challa had no mood to waste words with him. He let out a roar and lunged forward.

"Erik! Go to hell!"

T’Challa had only learned Qigong and had never studied any techniques. He attacked entirely with the close-quarters combat methods he had used as Black Panther, while Erik had matching martial techniques with which to oppose him.

"Ultimate Limit Palm!"

"Fall before me, T’Challa!"

Their fists and palms collided. Amid a thunderous boom, the shock wave spread in every direction, crashing down from the sky to the ground and toppling countless buildings below. Dust billowed everywhere, filling the air with chaos.

Both of them possessed Fifty Heavens of power, and their strength was roughly equal. T’Challa didn’t understand the techniques of the Ultimate Limit Sect, so his Complete State was weaker. Erik relied on the White Panther Armor to output his strength, so his Power Flow was weaker.

In this first clash, the two fought to a draw and were each sent flying backward.

However, T’Challa had been blasted away by the tremendous force, while Erik had borrowed his opponent’s power to retreat. He was far less disheveled than T’Challa.

T’Challa finally halted his backward momentum and charged again with a furious shout.

Erik, meanwhile, glanced at the Wakanda Royal Palace beneath his feet, now reduced to ruins, then rose and flew toward outer space. This was his territory, and he couldn’t allow the battle to destroy it.

T’Challa’s mind was already clouded by fury. How could he possibly think about his parents and sister still beneath them, or about the battle affecting them?

He had only one thought in his mind now: kill Erik!