Chapter 338

T'Challa is dead.

Theoretically speaking, he killed himself.

The vibranium claws on his right hand pierced through his mask without any obstruction, poking into his head as if poking into a piece of tofu.

Instantly.

All the anger, all the unwillingness, all subsided with the passing of T'Challa's life.

*Thump! *

The moment Hawk's right hand let go, the T'Challa in his hand fell to the ground, like the corpse of a black panther.

He looked at T'Challa's corpse lying in front of him with calm eyes.

Was T'Challa wrong to seek revenge on him?

Not at all.

Hawk was also not wrong to retaliate.

But T'Challa was wrong in one point.

Wanting revenge is fine, but before you have the absolute strength to succeed in revenge, you must endure no matter how great the hatred is.

That is exactly what Hawk did.

Back then, the fight between Abomination and Hulk affected the innocent and killed his sister Anya; Hawk wanted to eat Abomination and Hulk alive at that time.

But the idea was good, and reality was cruel.

If he had just gone up directly back then, there would only be one possible outcome: Abomination or Hulk would have torn him apart alive.

In a word.

Weakness is the original sin.

That is the rule.

At the very least, in this Marvel universe, whether on Earth or in the universe, what is practiced is the law of the jungle advocated by Western society.

If you are not at the table, you are on the menu.

It's that simple.

Hawk felt no guilt in his heart for killing T'Challa, let alone any bullshit about regret, nor did he feel any apology for snatching Wakanda's vibranium at the time.

He just wanted to be at the table, not on the menu.

No grudges, no right or wrong.

Just like how he answered T'Challa's question just now.

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

So...

Hawk just looked at T'Challa's corpse with calm eyes, then withdrew his gaze and landed it on the only intact palace in front of him.

The next second.

He raised his right hand and threw a punch. Instantly, a collapsing sound rang out, and accompanied by rising dust, this palace, which could prove that Wakanda once existed, collapsed into the dust with a boom.

Hawk said that from then on, there would be no more Wakanda in the world.

He kept his word.

Looking around, the only things that could prove Wakanda once existed, besides the Black Panther's corpse in front of him, were probably the vibranium products buried under a thick layer of white ash.