The Way of Erik

A prolonged defense is bound to fail. After dodging continuously, one Magnetic Field Warrior finally failed to evade in time and was blasted away by Erik’s Rotating Cannon.

Between life and death lies great terror!

The unfortunate Magnetic Field Warrior let out a furious roar, squeezing out every ounce of vitality in his body as he raised his palm to meet the attack.

"Magnetic Field Rotation, Fifth Heaven! Ultimate Limit Palm!"

Although the gap between the Fifth Heaven and the Tenth Heaven was considerable, it was not impossible to overcome.

Whether it was the flow of power or the Complete State, both could allow a Magnetic Field Warrior to defeat an enemy of a higher level.

These Magnetic Field Warriors had all four limbs intact. In terms of power flow alone, they were certainly somewhat stronger than Erik, who fought by ramming enemies with his head.

Moreover, they had all learned advanced martial arts, which were more effective than Erik’s own improvised Rotating Cannon. They also held some advantage in the Complete State.

But the problem was that all of them came from ordinary backgrounds. Although they possessed advanced martial arts, they had spent too little time studying them. Furthermore, the Complete State depended not only on martial arts techniques, but also on one’s understanding of the magnetic field, combat experience, and many other factors.

As for Magneto, who had awakened his ability to control magnetic fields in childhood and had spent half his life fighting, these rookies were utterly outclassed, whether in their understanding of magnetic fields or in combat experience!

Although Erik had taken the wrong path before, once he set foot on the correct one, his rate of progress far surpassed that of ordinary people.

When neither power flow nor the Complete State could surpass the opponent, the clash between the Fifth Heaven and the Tenth Heaven had only one outcome—a dead end!

Amid a thunderous boom, this Magnetic Field Warrior followed in his previous companion’s footsteps. Erik smashed his right arm apart with a headbutt, then swept through him like a withered branch in a gale, crushing his entire chest and killing him on the spot.

These Magnetic Field Warriors had originally been ordinary people recruited for the purpose. Although the process of practicing martial arts had tempered their wills, making them far stronger than ordinary people, no fundamental transformation had taken place.

When everything went smoothly, the problem naturally remained hidden. But once they encountered a massive crisis, the cowardice and fear concealed deep within their hearts would surface.

The reason they had fought to the bitter end inside the desert base was entirely due to the drugs mixed into their food and the illusions controlled by Experiment 143. Otherwise, they would have collapsed long ago.

After killing people and seeing blood, their minds had improved considerably. That was why they had not immediately broken down and fled after Erik killed their first companion.

But after three people had died, the breaking point was finally approaching.

Generally speaking, when an ancient army suffered ten percent casualties, it would collapse. Afterward, more people often died from being trampled than from fighting.

Even armies led by famous generals could usually raise that ratio only to twenty or thirty percent.

In modern times, due to ideological training and other factors, the ratio often reached over fifty percent. There were even armies that fought to the last man without collapsing.

These Magnetic Field Warriors had not undergone long-term military training or brainwashing. For them to hold out until thirty percent casualties before collapsing was already extremely difficult.

Stryker had experienced countless battles and understood this very clearly. The moment he saw the expressions on the others’ faces, he realized what was happening.

He cursed under his breath and hurriedly called out to everyone, "Don’t clash head-on with his head! Attack his limbs! His wounds haven’t healed yet. Make him bleed dry!"

He was afraid that this group of cowards would abandon him and flee in the middle of the battle, so he loudly warned them:

"Running away is useless! You can’t outrun him. He flies, and he’s much faster than you are on two legs!"

"Besides, fleeing in the middle of battle will land you before a military court. It’s still a dead end!"

"The only option is to take him down! Once he’s dead, everyone gets credit. At the very least, you’ll all be promoted to major. I guarantee it!"

His shouting drew Erik’s attention. Erik turned his head, directing the next attack from his Rotating Cannon straight at Stryker.

Stryker’s expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted, "Charles and the other Mutants are over here! If you have the guts, come at me! Let’s see which of them can survive your attack!"

Erik hesitated, and the opportunity was lost. The other seven Magnetic Field Warriors began fiercely attacking the wounds on his limbs.

The healing speed of a magnetic-field powerhouse was extraordinarily fast, and Erik’s wounds had already healed. Even so, the locations of those wounds were densely packed with blood vessels due to the body’s self-regulation.

Everyone deliberately avoided the direction of his head, moving around him and attacking from all sides. As their attacks continued, they gradually mastered the key to surrounding him, and their coordination grew increasingly smooth.

Under Erik’s pressure, these men broke through one after another, further worsening his disadvantage.

After being surrounded and attacked repeatedly, Erik’s defenses were finally worn down, and the wounds on his body were struck open and began to bleed.

Although Erik circulated his power to seal his blood vessels, this only increased his burden. Before long, his defenses were broken again, and another wound was torn open.

Even a tiger fallen into the plains could be bullied by dogs.

Erik roared furiously again and again, but without limbs, the attacks he launched could only strike empty space time after time.

He had considered retreating. The Magneto of the past would simply run if he could not win. It was no big deal; there would always be a chance to settle the score later.

But the Erik of today had no way to simply walk away.

In the past, whenever he suffered a setback, he could return later and take revenge. But now he had no limbs at all. Even if he left, would the result really be any better when he came back next time?

Stryker currently had ten Magnetic Field Warriors in his hands. The next time Erik returned, he might well face fifty or even a hundred.

He and Stryker had been mortal enemies for many years, and he knew all too well what would happen once a Mutant fell into Stryker’s hands.

His old friend Charles and a group of Mutant children were all in Stryker’s hands. If Erik could not rescue them today, he might never get another chance.

He tried to break through like those Magnetic Field Warriors had, forcing his Magnetic Field Rotation Realm to rise another level. Unfortunately, those useless fighters placed too little pressure on him, and it was completely insufficient to help him advance.

Like a frog slowly boiled in warm water, Erik’s blood flowed faster and faster. In the end, he could hold on no longer and was knocked to the ground by a heavy blow from someone.

Everyone froze for a moment, then immediately erupted into loud cheers.

The group hurried forward and landed several more heavy blows before injecting Erik with various anesthetics. They carried his unconscious body into a vehicle and returned in triumph alongside the ecstatic Stryker.

High above, in the stratosphere, Zhan Liu silently watched the entire scene. Only after confirming that Erik was not dead did he smile and turn away.

Erik, don’t disappoint me.

If you succeed, your method of cultivation can be called "The Way of Erik" and widely promoted!

After The Way of the Second Son, if you can establish another path, you will become a grandmaster of your generation.