Xi Nian Foresees Death

"I am Magneto." The young figure clad head to toe in metal armor hovered dozens of meters above the sea. His bright pale-blue eyes were calm yet commanding. With a flick of his finger, an iron railing on the passenger ship below bent like a chain, binding the two or three burly men in the cabin who had been carrying alien weapons and trying to flee. The crisis aboard the ship was instantly resolved.