Chapter 138: Hold on, don't attack. I need to confirm the version.
Nightcrawler, the teleporting mutant.
He could teleport to any location within his line of sight.
In a fight confined to a limited area, this guy's ability even surpassed that of the Fourth Hokage, Minato.
However, his close-combat skills and physical condition were average. The instant he appeared in the conference room, Jean Grey reacted. Using her mind, she controlled a chair and smashed it toward the dark silhouette.
"Bang~"
Aside from a few unlucky officials who were knocked to the ground, Jean Grey didn't even manage to touch Nightcrawler.
"Need backup! The enemy's ability is unknown! It seems he can turn invisible or perform short-range teleports!"
Jean Grey anxiously reported the situation. In the distance, Wolverine, who was in charge of perimeter security, rushed over.
Stephen Fang looked at the group of politicians scrambling to escape the conference room, and the hand he had just raised to form a seal was suddenly lowered.
The thing about war is that politicians always end up shaking hands and making peace while arms dealers make a fortune. The ones left crying are always the soldiers' families and the civilians.
Whether this group of people lived or died didn't seem to have much to do with him.
"Be careful!"
Just as Stephen Fang was about to go easy on them, a nail suddenly shattered a window and shot straight toward Jean Grey.
His three-tomoe Sharingan locked onto the nail, and his Observation Haki foresaw what was about to happen. The tail-kagune behind Steve Rogers suddenly shot out.
With a "Clang!", it blocked the nail!
Jean Grey's eyes widened at the scene before her. She hastily pulled out her walkie-talkie to spread the news, "Magneto is here!"
On the lush green lawn of the White House, an old man dressed in a long black robe floated quietly in mid-air.
The wind gently stirred his robes and his full head of silver hair. His figure was exceptionally cold and majestic, exuding an aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Surrounding him, dozens of cars, as if controlled by an invisible giant hand, defied the laws of gravity and hovered in the air.
And nestled among these cars, a massive tank was even more eye-catching.
Magneto's hands were spread slightly, and the tank's turret began to adjust.
Target: The White House!
Wolverine's figure shot out like a black streak of lightning. His full beard trembled slightly with rage, his eyes glinted like a wild beast's, and sharp claws popped from his fingertips as he charged toward Magneto with unstoppable momentum.
However, just as he was about to reach Magneto, something ridiculous happened.
His claws, as if pulled by an invisible force, were uncontrollably drawn toward his own kneecap.
With a "pfft," the claws sank deep into his knee. Wolverine's body instantly lost its balance. He pitched forward and crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. He ended up in an utterly pathetic face-plant, his mouth full of grass.
Magneto hovered in the air, a mocking smile on his face as he said faintly, "Logan, you still haven't learned your lesson."
Just then, the sky above changed abruptly. The once-clear sky was instantly shrouded in dark clouds.
Storm appeared before the White House like a goddess descended from the heavens.
She wore a white battle suit, her white hair flying wildly in the fierce wind, her gaze resolute.
She raised both hands, and the surrounding air began to churn violently. A gale howled and swept in, causing the nearby trees to rustle loudly, and pressing the grass on the lawn flat against the ground.
Magneto waved his hands sharply, and the cars hovering in the air hurtled toward Storm.
Calm and composed, Storm took a deep breath and then blew out with force. A powerful current of air formed instantly, blowing the incoming cars off course. Some even tumbled through the air, crashing into each other with tremendous booms and the sound of screeching metal.
Immediately after, Storm clapped her hands together, then forcefully pulled them apart. A bolt of lightning formed between her hands, and she hurled it at Magneto with all her might.
The lightning cut a dazzling arc across the night sky, carrying a powerful electric current as it streaked toward Magneto.
Magneto, in turn, quickly maneuvered the surrounding vehicles to form a metal shield, blocking the lightning bolt.
The lightning struck the metal shield, erupting in a blinding flash of light and a crackling sound. The electric current spread across the metal surfaces, illuminating the entire area.
The powerful Omega-level mutant, Storm, had gained the upper hand in her initial clash with Magneto.
Unfortunately, Storm was still young. In the eyes of an old veteran like Magneto, who had been through countless battles, Storm possessed immense power but lacked experience.
A hard-to-spot steel nail shot toward her from behind.
With a dull "thud," the steel nail viciously pierced Storm's back. The powerful impact instantly penetrated her body. Fresh blood gushed from the wound, spattering onto the lawn below.
A flash of pain and shock crossed Storm's eyes. Her body instantly lost its strength, and like a kite with a broken string, she plummeted from the sky.
With Storm's fall, the sky, which had just been impenetrably covered by dark clouds, seemed to lose its support and quickly cleared up.
Wolverine lay pathetically on the ground, still struggling to pull the claws embedded in his kneecap, while Storm lay not far away, her status unknown.
In a single exchange, Magneto had taken care of two X-Men. Stephen Fang, who was watching the battle from the hallway, felt a bit of a chill.
Magneto watched Wolverine struggle to pull the claws stuck in his bone and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Enjoying being a lapdog for humans? You traitors to mutantkind all deserve to die!"
However, before his laughter could fade, a dazzling beam of energy shot toward him.
Sensing danger, Magneto quickly mobilized a row of cars, arranging them tightly together.
Under the force of magnetism, the cars moved rapidly and formed a barrier. The laser beam slammed violently against them, producing a sizzling, burning sound and a blinding light.
The metal began to deform and melt under the high temperature, dripping onto the lawn and sending up wisps of green smoke.
Cyclops didn't pause for a moment, continuously increasing the output of his laser. For a time, neither side could gain an advantage.
Through his Observation Haki, Stephen Fang couldn't help but call out a reminder to Jean Grey, who was preparing to climb out the window to help: "That teleporting assassin is going after Cyclops."
"Ah!"
Jean Grey quickly looked behind Cyclops, who was not far away. Sure enough, a black mist was flickering continuously, about to reach Cyclops's side!
And at this moment, how could Cyclops possibly pay attention to what was behind him?
If this continued, Cyclops was probably done for.
"No! Don't!" Jean Grey's hair suddenly began to float uncontrollably, and her body trembled slightly.
Seeing this, Stephen Fang didn't dare to be careless. He was afraid this woman would transform into the Dark Phoenix and tear the Earth apart.
In this critical moment, Steve Rogers unhesitatingly unleashed his ultimate technique—Thunder Feather Armament Enhancement!
The moment this feather left his tail-kagune, it was enveloped by a layer of deep and mysterious Armament Haki, giving it a blackish-green metallic sheen.
Next, blue lightning-style chakra wound around the feather like nimble threads, causing the air around it to distort slightly from the immense energy.
The feather, carrying an unstoppable momentum, tore through the air and shot toward Nightcrawler, who had teleported behind Cyclops.
Its speed was like a flash of intertwined black and blue lightning, so fast that one couldn't even blink!
Nightcrawler had just appeared behind Cyclops, his knife raised high, ready to strike the defenseless X-Man.
In that very instant, the Thunder Feather arrived.
With only a dull "pfft," the feather viciously sliced into Nightcrawler's arm. The immense force instantly severed his entire arm clean off at the shoulder!
Fresh blood erupted from Nightcrawler's severed limb like a fountain, splattering across the verdant lawn and instantly staining the surrounding grass a stark crimson.
Nightcrawler's eyes flew open, his face a mask of shock and agony. His body stumbled back several steps involuntarily, and the knife in his hand clattered to the ground.
His severed arm lay forlornly on the grass like a discarded dead branch, a grotesque sight.
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone present. The tense and fierce battlefield instantly fell into a brief, dead silence.
Jean Grey covered her mouth with her hand, the terror in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a hint of relief.
She didn't notice that Stephen Fang, standing behind her, was even more nervous than she was.
If a Level 5 mutant went berserk, not even Zheng Zha could stop them.
Cyclops sensed the commotion behind him and quickly turned around. Seeing the scene before him, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. At the same time, because he wasn't wearing his visor, the laser shot straight toward Nightcrawler, about to secure the finishing blow.
Nightcrawler immediately activated his ability and fled.
In the sky, Magneto stared intently at Stephen Fang, who had suddenly appeared on the battlefield. His voice echoed across the White House grounds, "And which mutant lapdog did Charles find this time?"
Stephen Fang hurriedly waved his hands. "Hold on, don't attack yet! Can I ask, do you have a pair of children? Is your daughter... very well-developed?" As he spoke, he even made a cupping motion with both hands in front of his chest. "No offense, I just want to check the version."
Magneto, however, showed Stephen Fang no courtesy. "You're courting death!"
(end of chapter)