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In a U-shaped submarine hidden underwater, the people of the Hellfire Club watched the battlefield through a periscope.

"Shaw, what should we do next? Namor is not Superman's opponent."

The young White Queen asked, clasping her hands to her chest and turning her head sideways.

"At this point, we have to acknowledge the fact. Luke Cavill, the army's Major General, is stronger than the mutant Atlantean."

"I really wonder if he's a human!"

Sebastian was so angry that he couldn't maintain his usual demeanor and cursed, "Namor isn't weak, and he chose the Atlantic Ocean as the battleground. Coupled with the summoned Kraken, he's still no match for Superman!?"

The more he talks, the angrier he gets. He wants to smash his fist through the periscope and completely erase the dark red cloak from his sight.

"Does it mean that this guy is unbeatable?"

Sebastian's face was blue, unwilling to accept the reality.

If Superman is without weakness, he will be the most powerful humanoid being on Earth.

So, what are mutants?

The 'perfect race theory' that he believes in has turned into nothing more than empty words!

"Shaw, are we going to give up on him?"

Riptide asked suspiciously.

Hellfire Club and Atlantis weren't completely tied to the same boat yet.

If he wanted to get out this time, he could still do it!

"No, no! Namor is a very useful chess piece. Emma was able to implant the psychological suggestion of 'trusting the mutant' in him, so I can't just throw him away."

Sebastian waved his hand and said seriously, "Riptide, you go and protect Namor! Emma, you tell him to withdraw as soon as possible."

"If we can't beat Superman, then let's go to war! Let Atlantis and the land world consume each other!"

The White Queen nodded and placed her finger near her temple as if activating a switch, communicating with Namor in the distance.

"Run away? The King of Atlantis will never be a coward who runs away!"

Namor's answer was straightforward and frank.

"A foolhardy idiotic man."

The White Queen was speechless for a while and relayed the message to Sebastian Shaw.

"Forget it! Take him away by force!"

Sebastian clenched his teeth.

He had seen how Superman killed the three "battleship-class" from Berlin in Paris.

The young Major General didn't hesitate to kill his enemies.

Apart from the Black King Sebastian Shaw, the White Queen, and Riptide, there was a new face in the command cabin.

"Riptide, you stay here and create a storm! Kenneth, you take me up there and get Namor out of here in the chaos!"

'If only there were no Superman in this world!' Sebastian's eyes gleamed with hatred.

"Yes, Mr. Shaw."

Kenneth, the new face, nodded his head.

Like the Azazel, he is a mutant with obvious traits.

He has a pair of white wings on his back. He can soar in the sky, just like an angel.

Kenneth, who is known as 'Angel', is stronger than Namor.

When his body changed, not only did he grow wings, but his bones also became hollow, and his eyes had the dynamic vision of birds of prey.

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On the surface of the sea.

The battle continues.

After exhausting all means, Namor still failed to recover from the disadvantage and refused the White Queen's suggestion to escape.

His right hand swung the trident, and his body accelerated violently, rushing high into the air.

The blazing electric light was like a cannonball!

Luke didn't dodge and directly smashed that mass of high-temperature lightning.

"Ready to fight in close quarters?"

He asked with a grin.

With Sabretooth and Wolverine as human sandbags, Luke had already incorporated Deathstroke's 'Master Assassin' skills into his consciousness.

To be honest, all kinds of combat skills and firearms knowledge could be memorized by only trying a couple of times for him, who had a super brain.

But for the experience in battle and slaying from Deathstroke, the rich experience accumulated is a valuable treasure that needs to be digested slowly.

Completely mastering and absorbing all of this allowed Luke to earn the equivalent of six skill cards.

Now, it's time to test the results.

A heavy fist that rips through the airwaves smashing the trident into a halt.

Buzz! Buzz!

Neptune's Trident, made by the hands of the best craftsmen in Atlantis and using the strongest materials, shook so violently that it almost flew out of Namor's hands.

"I am the holder of 100 consecutive victories in the Atlantis Arena!"

Namor gripped the trident. Two majestic streams of water spinning at high speed, like a tangled Naga serpent, bombarded the unarmed Luke.

The huge impact knocked Superman back a distance.

"Well, then I'm the winner with the highest rating, the most damage dealt, and the most headcount -- and probably the most casualties -- of any World War II battle."

Luke curled his mouth and replied in Namor's own tone.

He stomped heavily in the air. The air violently rippled in a circle, visible to the naked eye.

Concentrating on capturing the moving trajectory of the dark red shadow, Namor waved his trident and swayed like the wind.

The transparent water that swirled at high speed turned into a solid wall.

He tried to block Luke's attack.

Unfortunately, it had no effect!

Luke hit the wall of the water with a hard flying kick.

Boom!

The terrifying force scattered the high-speed spinning seawater.

Namor raised his trident, laced with electricity, and slammed it down with great force.

"The level in the arena in Atlantis isn't that good."

Luke caught it with a quick hand and drove an elbow into Namor's face.

The original swollen nose and face suddenly faced another impact.

"My ..."

Before Namor could react, Luke snatched the trident, the symbol of Atlantis' kingship, with his bare hands.

"It's my turn."

Luke, the villain who beat Namor up and stole his weapon, laughed graciously.

"Eat this!"

The Neptune's trident, forged from the cold iron of the deep sea, is one of the King of Atlantis' sets. It directly pierced Namor through the heart.

"For a manic patient like you, reasoning would definitely be useless."

In fact, he didn't want to kill the Sea King of his own world. Luke sighed.

If they could communicate normally, they could recruit these people into S.H.I.E.L.D. and form a copycat version of the Justice League.

Unfortunately, Namor wasn't really a good person to team up with.

He was more like an annoying person who never grew up and loved to go around, robbing people of their weapons and finances and speak big words in public, opening his mouth to trap himself.

"So~, there's someone else?"

Seeing that the sea suddenly rolled up with a storm, Luke pulled out the trident running through Namor's chest and carried the other person by the neck in his other hand.

Atlantean's strong life force allowed him to continue to breathe and retain a glimmer of life.

"Sebastian Shaw, I've got you."

Luke swept his 'super vision' across the sea and caught a glimpse of a white figure rising to the sky.

A flying mutant?

A middle-aged man was also held below him.

Luke, who had seen a photo, immediately recognized that it was Sebastian Shaw.

"Watch out for his attacks."

Sebastian warned.

Kenneth, flying at high speed with open wings, was like a speeding glider, approaching Superman in mid-air.

"You want to take Namor away?"

Luke chuckled.

Red beams of light burst out from his eyes.

Boom!

The high-temperature energy that evaporated everything hit the bird in mid-air.

In the nick of time, Kenenth followed instructions and raised Mr. Shaw, who held onto him with both hands as a shield, to deflect the terrifying Heat Vision.

"Back at you!"

Sebastian, unharmed, raised his hand to release the absorbed energy.

Luke, who swooped down at an amazing speed, was directly hit by Heat Vision, which bounced back.

His right hand released the dying Namor and left him behind.

"Quickly!"

After catching Namor and achieving his goal, Sebastian decisively ran away.