Marvel: The Enlightened One-Chapter 98: [] - The Evil Saint Has Arrived at the Gates (Bonus)

Chapter 98: [98] - The Evil Saint Has Arrived at the Gates (Bonus)

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Bruce Banner pulled his jeep to a stop in front of Hawk, got out and closed the door.

Hawk, having just finished his last punch, looked at the man who had come all this way to find him.

The Wakandans stood at the entrance to their settlement, watching and exchanging confused glances.

Their eyes met across the grassy clearing.

Hawk spoke first. "Dr. Banner."

"Hawk."

Bruce Banner, who showed no outward signs of distress, nodded back as if greeting an old friend. He glanced around. "This is a beautiful place."

A good place for an eternal rest.

Bruce added silently.

Though Wakanda was known to the outside world as a barren, third-world nation, the land itself was breathtaking.

Rolling grasslands. Crystal-clear lakes. Lush forests. It was a pristine, natural sanctuary, untouched by the scars of modern industry—a rarity on the continent of Africa.

Hawk caught the double meaning in his words and chuckled. "I thought you had given up."

"I had."

"Then why the change of heart?"

"Betty left me a message."

"Oh..."

Hawk nodded with a look of dawning realization, then shrugged. "You could have waited until I got back to New York."

Bruce shook his head. "Not in New York."

"Why not??"

"Too many people. What if our fight ends up creating another Hawk?"

"Haha." Hawk laughed at the explanation, then his smile faded, his expression turning cold.

"So, here?"

"Yes. Right here."

"Alright." Hawk smiled faintly.

The next second—

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Hawk’s figure vanished. He reappeared an instant later, standing exactly where Bruce Banner had been.

As for Bruce...

He was already in the air, his body bent like a cooked shrimp as he flew backward.

CRASH!

THUD!

SCRAPE!

Bruce’s body slammed into the grassland like a cannonball, gouging out a crater before plowing a fifty-meter-long trench with his own body.

When the sound and dust finally settled, Bruce Banner was lying in the trench, covered in dirt.

He wasn’t breathing.

He was dead!

Hawk remained perfectly still, his face like stone as he stared at the lifeless body in the distance. If Bruce had a death wish, he wouldn’t stand in his way. He’d be happy to grant it. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But—

Time ticked by.

Bruce Banner’s body lay in the trench, showing no signs of life, its warmth rapidly fading. But there was no sign of the Hulk.

Hawk stared at the corpse. As it grew cold, there was still no sign of a resurrection.

"..."

Did Bruce Banner just come here to commit suicide?

Hawk was genuinely confused. He couldn’t understand it.

Whatever.

The Vibranium is what matters.

...

Hawk looked away from Bruce Banner’s cooling corpse and turned back toward the Wakandan settlement.

An alarm bell was now ringing, echoing over the village.

One by one, Wakandans carrying what looked like wooden spears formed a defensive line, led by the elder he had met earlier. They stared warily at Hawk as he turned to face them.

"It’s seven o’clock."

"Vibranium."

Hawk walked back to his jeep, pulled out his phone, and glanced at the time. He tossed the phone back into the jeep, then began to roll up the sleeves of his black shirt as he walked toward them.

His voice was as calm as ever.

He stopped five meters from the elder. He looked up, his sharp gaze passing over the warriors and their wooden spears, and landed on the old man.

"Hand it over."

"Never!" The elder roared. He slammed the staff in his hand—the one that seemed to be a symbol of his status—onto the ground with a metallic clang.

A strange light flowed over the staff. Before their very eyes, it transformed from a ceremonial scepter into a strange, metallic spear.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!

As the elder’s weapon transformed, the Wakandan warriors behind him began to beat their own wooden spears against the ground.

One by one, their weapons transformed as well.

In the blink of an eye, the primitive tribesmen had become a troop of warriors armed with advanced, alien-looking metal weapons.

The elder slammed his spear on the ground again.

"WAKANDA—"

"FOREVER!" The warriors roared in response.

"RAAAGH!!!!"

The roar of the thirty warriors was deafening. The sound of their metallic spears striking the ground was like an earthquake.

The next second, the elder led the charge, his spear leveled at Hawk.

The thirty warriors followed close behind.

They charged like a stampede of wild boars.

Hawk watched them charge and couldn’t help but laugh.

God was his witness. They had attacked first.

But that’s fine.

If you hadn’t attacked first, I might have had some moral qualms about this.

But now?

I’m just defending myself.

As the elder closed the distance, Hawk let out a soft chuckle.

His body tensed.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

Even as his afterimage remained in place, a Prandtl-Glauert singularity—a sonic boom—erupted around it.

Hawk had vanished.

The next second, as the other Wakandans watched in horror, the elder was blown apart, his flesh and bone separating in an instant. The shockwave sent the other thirty warriors flying.

They rained down from the sky like sacks of potatoes, hitting the ground with a series of heavy thuds.

But they were back on their feet in an instant, their spears in hand, reforming their battle lines.

One of them looked at the freshly made skeleton lying on the ground and roared in anguish.

"LUNN!"

"Lunn is dead. You chose this," Hawk said, glancing at the skeleton with a faint smile. He looked back at the warriors. "Last chance... Hand over the Vibranium."

"NEVER!"

"WAKANDA FOREVER!"

"AAAAH!" With another unified roar, the thirty warriors charged again, their Vibranium spears leveled at Hawk in the most basic, artless assault imaginable.

Hawk didn’t say another word. He just watched them come. He shifted his weight, his right foot sliding back as he raised his right fist.

The next second, he put his entire body into it and threw the punch.

Lightning Sonic Fist—

WHOOSH!!

WHOOSH!!

WHOOSH!!

A storm of phantom fists erupted from his position. In a single second, 345 afterimages filled the air, a deadly, inescapable net that descended upon the charging Wakandans.

There were no screams.

There were no roars.

And there were no surprises. When Hawk lowered his hand, there was not a single Wakandan soldier left standing.

The grassland before him was littered with shattered corpses. In the blink of an eye, the ground had been stained red.

But the Vibranium spears they had been holding now lay scattered across the blood-soaked grass, completely unharmed.

Hawk walked over, hooked one with his foot, and caught it.

To the outside world, Vibranium was priceless.

Here, the Wakandans were so rich they were making their standard-issue infantry weapons out of it.

Hawk gripped the spear with both hands and tried to bend it.

But—

Without burning his Cosmo, using only his raw, physical strength, the Vibranium spear didn’t even flex.

So this is Vibranium...

Hawk tossed the spear aside. The moment he took a step, he vanished, another sonic boom echoing across the plains.

BOOOOOOOOM!

The shockwave sent ripples through the pools of blood on the ground, causing a thin stream to trickle toward the crater where Bruce Banner’s body lay motionless and cold.

...

Hawk reappeared at the edge of the forest—the place the satellite maps showed as undeveloped wilderness, but which was, in reality, the true entrance to Wakanda.

An army was already waiting for him.

A phalanx of soldiers in blue uniforms, all armed with Vibranium spears.

In front of them, a line of twenty warriors sat mounted on what looked like massive rhinos, their armored hides glinting in the sun.

The beasts, sensing the danger, stomped and snorted, their animal instincts screaming at them to flee.

"..." Hawk’s gaze landed on the figure at the very front—a bald, Black woman, also in a blue uniform, but with a series of golden rings around her neck.

Her name was Okoye—the General of the Dora Milaje and a member of Wakanda’s Border Tribe.

If the Merchant Tribe was Wakanda’s first, deceptive line of defense, the Border Tribe was its first true line of defense.

Their duty was to guard Wakanda’s borders.

They were the most elite warriors.

The strongest soldiers.

Okoye, also mounted on a massive rhino, raised her spear and pointed it at the man who had violated their sacred land.

"WAKANDA!"

"FOREVER!"

"CHARGE!"

"..."

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