As for why Tercha's father had killed Eric's father, Luke vaguely knew a little about it.
But Colonel Zemo, who came from Sokovia's special forces and was a second-rate professional at most, had almost killed Tercha.
As a member of the American Ghost Squad, it would have been strange if Eric hadn't found an opportunity to kill Tercha in the past few years.
If Luke hadn't targeted Zemo, he might not have been exposed.
Wakanda, which had shut itself off from the rest of the world, would find it even more difficult to track down King Elric, who had more professional abilities.
During this period of time, they could make use of the time difference to seize the throne, and Terchaca's death would become a trivial issue that no one would care about.
In the end, it was America's way of thinking that Eric had chosen to seize power before killing Tercha.
That alone was enough for Luke to look down on him.
This person's heart was more concerned with scheming and profit than avenging his father.
Since he was a big red name that looked down on people, did Luke need a reason to kill him? Obviously, there was no need.
But he would have to wait a year or two. Nobody in Wakanda would remember Eric and let him die on a mission or in revenge.
In any case, Eric had killed a lot of high-ranking officials and special forces. It was normal to run into a few people who would seek revenge.
…
Luke's private involvement in the Wakanda royal power crisis almost immediately reaped the benefits.
Tercha expressed his gratitude after the incident, and their sparring sessions returned to normal.
He had been too busy after his ascension to the throne, and didn't have much time for this.
But after Eric's incident, Tercha realized that he had neglected the importance of his own combat ability and wasted precious learning opportunities.
How many people in the world could receive private combat training as a Dark Knight? Only the old members of Bat Squad.
Even the youth team of Ursa Minor, Luke only went to beat them up regularly to suppress their arrogance.
Did he want regular tutoring? Dream on. Knights weren't that free.
Tony was the only one left who had the chance, but he refused because he didn't want to be beaten up for a long time.
Also, Luke had long since advanced to Elementary Combat Expert. He was a comprehensive master of combat without any shortcomings.
He had stayed in Wakanda for so long because he had to keep an eye on the illusion surgery, Su Rui had to exchange his skills, and he had to keep an eye on the vibranium trade.
In that case, it would be a waste of time to train Techala, and at the same time, it could also be considered as a way to improve their friendship.
Alright, His Majesty the King still had some skill. It was a bit too much to say that combat training was a waste of time.
However, its importance was at most 20% of the total. On the contrary, the technical exchange with Su Rui accounted for at least 40%.
As the chief technical officer of the development and application of Wakanda vibranium, Su Rui was more important than her brother.
After all, as long as Techara didn't go back on his word, or even if they only cooperated for a year or two, Luke would basically have enough vibranium raw ore.
On the other hand, Su Rui's talent in vibranium development was the same as Tony's talent in Mark's armor. He would continue to improve.
If there was a chance, he would definitely increase this young lady's favorability! Someone Lu muttered in his heart, "Let's find another chance to fight together. Only then can the system recognize me as a teammate."
That way, he could refresh Su Rui's list of techniques at any time.
While Terchara was still thanking Luke for his selfless teaching, he didn't know that he had actually become his sister's "bonus."
However, as someone who doted on his sister, he probably wouldn't mind such a small matter.
…
Between the split up of the Double Alliance and the Knight's clone wildly increasing the favorability of the Unlucky Sibling, something else happened in New York that didn't require Luke to make a big fuss.
Dr. Strange, whose importance had been raised to the top of Ah Fu's list of priorities, had finally been in a car accident and had lost both his hands.
When he heard this news, Someone Lu's expression was inexplicably complicated.
When he thought about how Ancient One had specially greeted him, as well as Wizard Strange, who had stretched out "God's Finger" in 2023 and had almost turned him into a riddle-guessing maniac, Luke was traumatized.
What he hated the most was this kind of super "mysterious" master who specialized in knowledge metaphysics, ability metaphysics, and thinking metaphysics.
What was even more terrifying was that this was the Sorcerer Supreme who played with time, and the Sorcerer Supreme's ability to play with time was a f * cking ancestral skill.
Now, even if Luke were to face Thanos again, he wouldn't feel helpless.
But if he were to be a teammate of the Sorcerer Supreme, he wouldn't be confident at all.
Who knew when he would have to face some strange, terrifying, and strange things one day!
For example, in the eyes of Ancient One, Old Mo from the Hell Dimension could only be considered a cockroach that had slipped into his house.
Apart from the fact that he couldn't be killed, Old Mo really wasn't a threat to Ancient One.
Ancient One couldn't be bothered to target Old Mo. At most, when he sensed traces of Old Mo, he would step on it like an ordinary person dealing with a cockroach before throwing it into the trash can.
Did Luke have the ability to step on Old Mo like a cockroach? Obviously not.
Credit points and the power of faith were useful, but strictly speaking, they were extraordinary energy collected by the system, which was why they were extremely effective against Old Mo.
Ancient One didn't need the system to step on Old Mo at all; it was just a matter of a few moves.
Luke had already made up his mind that if he really wanted to be Wizard Strange's teammate in the future, it would have to be a clone.
But an enemy who could make Wizard Strange call for a teammate, a level-one clone definitely wouldn't be safe, and a level-two clone couldn't be used. In the end, he could only use a level-three clone.
Ten million credit points for each death! Luke's heart ached just thinking about it.
The only benefit was probably that the mission that required Wizard Strange to call for reinforcements would probably be a lot of experience and credit points.
It might even be a globe-destroying mission … Just thinking about it made him feel a lot of psychological pressure.
Although Luke's harvest from killing ordinary villains on Earth was meager, it was a long-term mission that wasn't dangerous to humans as a whole.
A globe-destroying mission could easily yield tens of billions of experience points, but if he made one wrong move, he would lose everything.
A race that had lost its planet of survival and its people didn't even have the right to make a comeback.
Even if he picked up his family and friends ahead of time, he would only become an alien wanderer.
Without human society to earn experience and credit points, his path to graduation at level 50 would be cut off.
In the future, he could only rely on himself to slowly hone his skills for ten thousand years before he could raise his strength to a new level.
This was a nightmare for a young man in his early thirties.
Thus, as long as it was a mission from Wizard Strange, Luke had to take it seriously and do his best.
At the same time, Dr. Strange, who was crippled with both hands, felt that he was out of luck.
He had been a top surgeon with a bright future, but in the end, a car accident had destroyed a surgeon's most precious hands.
If he said that his hands, which were shaking like chicken claws, could perform surgery, even if the patient believed it, he wouldn't dare do it.
After a week of being in a bad mood, he finally remembered something he had heard before. He went to a tycoon who owed him a favor and asked about the "life potion."
The tycoon said that he would give it a try the first night, but in the end, he called him the next morning and said that the big shot who supplied him the potion had no plans to sell it in the near future.
His hope of recovering his hands was instantly shattered, and Dr. Strange felt his world go dark.
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