Chapter 337

As he swung his palms, now balled into fists, toward Wakanda below, the wings of the fire phoenix—composed entirely of destructive energy—spread wide, emitting a piercing, sky-tearing cry. Carrying a terrifying, high-temperature heat capable of incinerating all things and instantly drying up mountains and rivers, it plummeted toward the Wakanda region below like a massive meteor, dragging a long tail of fiery light at a speed that transcended the limits of vision.

Having received advance notice from Hawk, Maria Hill, already in a safe zone, watched the terrifying fireball—which looked like a falling sun—in the sky, her mouth hanging open in shock.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Countless burning, feather-like fireballs struck the surface of the vibranium energy shield above the Wakanda capital first, stirring up violent golden energy fluctuations. Immediately following, the fire phoenix behind them spread its wings and slammed fiercely into the very center of the shield!

In an instant, the world seemed to have been recast!

An indescribable, brilliant light was produced the moment the fire phoenix, composed entirely of destructive energy, collided with the vibranium shield.

The ultimate form of flame is white!

The blinding white light, like countless invisible and scorching giant blades, instantly cleaved through the vibranium shield in front and swept toward the Wakanda capital under the shield's protection without losing any momentum.

The white light bloomed in all directions, and under the illumination of this extreme white light, the Wakanda capital seemed to undergo an all-encompassing formatting.

Yes.

Formatting.

The trees on the streets were dissolved the moment they touched this extreme white light.

The buildings on the streets, too, under the illumination of this extreme white light, turned into ash as if in slow motion, then disappeared into nothingness.

As for the people.

What people? Where are there any people?

Reporting a case requires evidence; even the New York Police Department knows the simplest thing.

No body, no case.

So...

Looking down from high above, suspended in the air, Hawk watched the Wakanda region under the sweep of the extreme white light and suddenly thought of a line from *Dream of the Red Chamber*.

A vast, white, clean land, truly pure!

After today, if anyone enters the Wakanda region again, they will only exclaim upon seeing the Wakanda region before them.

What a barren land!

No.

It is not entirely a barren land.

Hawk watched the only magnificent palace that had abruptly appeared on a piece of barren land after the extreme, terrifying white light and high temperature dissipated, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow before disappearing from where he stood.

When he appeared again, he looked at the vibranium energy shield in his line of sight, which was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, raised an eyebrow, and then extended his right hand, gently touching the vibranium shield protecting the core palace of the Wakanda royal palace.

With a *bang*.

The moment his finger touched it, the vibranium shield in front of him instantly shattered into pieces.

The next moment.

A black light shot out from the magnificent palace. Beneath the Black Panther suit, T'Challa's eyes released endless rage, and the claws crafted from vibranium flashed with a sharp, cold light.

Gone.

All gone.

The entirety of Wakanda no longer exists.

T'Challa's voice sounded as if it were coming from hell.

"Die!"

"Bang!"

Hawk threw a punch.

The Black Panther, who was flying toward Hawk's side in the air, was instantly sent flying backward, slamming into the wall of the only surviving palace with a boom.

Hawk was startled by this black thing that had suddenly flown out.

"What the hell is this!"

"Hawk!!"

T'Challa, climbing up from the ground, issued an angry accusation toward Hawk: "You killed my father, you killed my people, you killed them all!"

This time, Hawk saw clearly what the black thing that had just darted out was.

A Black Panther warrior.

What was that name again?

Hawk's thoughts turned, and then he had the answer, looking at the Black Panther: "T'Challa, was it you who sent people to Niuyuecheng?"

The Black Panther's claws tightened.

"That's right, it was me."

"Oh!"

Upon hearing this, Hawk gave a calm "oh."

The next second.

He raised his right hand instantly, opening it toward the Black Panther in the distance, and then gripped it fiercely.

*Whoosh! *

The Black Panther, who was far away, was suddenly pulled by some kind of force, abruptly flying toward Hawk's hand, and then obediently delivered his own neck into Hawk's right hand.

A cold light flashed from the Black Panther's lowered right hand, and he instantly stabbed toward Hawk's chest.

Hawk lowered his eyes, his gaze hardening!

"Ah!"

The Black Panther's right arm instantly buckled at an incredible angle.

"Eye Impact!"

Sound-speed wind pressure emitted from the eyes to tear the opponent apart.

Jabu once used this move to greet Seiya.

This move isn't even a skill that only Silver Saints possess; it's a skill that Bronze Saints possess.

This was the first time Hawk had used it.

After all, he still prefers a fighting style where fists hit flesh; this might have something to do with him insisting on hitting sandbags for a thousand days without ever hitting a person.

It's like in a movie, where a sniper spends most of his bullets every day practicing shooting skills, only to find that he hasn't sniped a single person by the time he retires. Finally, on the day before his retirement, he wants to try what it feels like to snipe someone.

Hawk's current state is roughly like that.

The Black Panther, held in his hand, gritted his teeth and forced a voice out from the pressure: "Damn executioner, you killed my family, you killed my people."

Hawk glanced at the Black Panther expressionlessly and said nothing.

Under telekinesis.

The Black Panther's right arm, which had just been broken by his Eye Impact, was raised slowly against his own control, and then the sharp vibranium claws were aimed at his own head.

The Black Panther watched this scene, feeling the vibranium claws—which were not under his control—slowly coming toward his own head, and his left hand stabbed toward Hawk once again.

"Ah!"

Another scream.

Hawk ignored it.

The Black Panther widened his eyes, his peripheral vision watching the sharp vibranium claws getting closer and closer, almost touching his mask, and roared at the silent Hawk in front of him: "Damn executioner, speak, why would you do this to us in Wakanda, ah!!"

Hawk controlled the Black Panther's right hand to pause temporarily. Listening to this sentence from the Black Panther, the mask on his face slowly opened, and he stared at the Black Panther in his hand, his voice very calm.

"You shouldn't have sent people to Niuyuecheng."

"As for why I did this to you?"

"Destroying you, what does it have to do with you!"

"Pfft!"

"..."