How much power does this punch have?
If it was an ordinary person, such a punch with all his strength would probably cause you to bleed, and you might even suffer from a concussion. If it was a professional boxer, one punch would probably knock you out, and there would even be a risk of death.
If it was a supernatural person, his punch would often have an even crazier effect.
But in fact, Saber's punch was not as powerful as he imagined. When the invisible energy was highly concentrated, it would form a substantial energy field. Neutralizing kinetic energy was only one of the most basic characteristics of an energy field. When Saber's punch hit Eric's face, 60% of the force had been neutralized.
But for Magneto, whose whole body was shackled by the mind shackles, this punch was enough to pose a threat.
It was not a physical threat, but a deeper threat.
"Clang!"
The dark red helmet was lifted by Saber's left fist, flew into the air, and then smashed to the ground. The moment it touched Eric's skin, Saber's left arm, together with a small part of his body, showed a creepy collapse, a kind of slow extinction.
It could no longer be described as pain. If he had to describe it, it would be that the cells there were dying in a frenzied state, dying at a crazy speed. Under the omnidirectional pressure of the magnetic force, he even felt that death was rapidly approaching.
It was like a person who accidentally fell into a black hole.
He saw Eric's head being smashed to the other side, and the undisguised murderous intent in his eyes. He only needed to think, and Saber would be completely swallowed by the crazy magnetic black hole.
But Eric did not have that chance. At the moment when the helmet fell, a powerful, familiar consciousness penetrated his mind from the outside world. It was like a fast-freezing ice. Wherever the consciousness went, all thoughts were frozen. Magneto felt like he had fallen into an ice lake, and his body was becoming cold.
In the end, he maintained his murderous expression, but the look in his eyes had calmed down. All the magnetic waves completely disappeared at this moment as if nothing had happened. He turned to look at Charles, who was being helped back into the wheelchair by Hank, and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"You win, Charles. Kill me."
The professor did not speak. He leaned weakly on the back of the wheelchair. The bruises on his face and the blood stains under his nose meant that his last blow was not easy. To completely control the mind of an existence like Magneto and cut off his power at its peak, this had exhausted Professor Charles.
Logan rushed forward and helped the pitiful Seiber up from the ground. Seiber's left arm was completely gone, and the left side of his body looked as if it had been crushed by a heavy hammer. He was in an extremely miserable state, but he did not faint. Instead, he screamed loudly.
"F * ck, it hurts. Next time!"
Logan's stained face finally relaxed. He slapped Saber's shoulder, and then sat on the ground.
"Hey, you can still do it, you guy."
Saber glared at him, and the feeling of weakness in his body became more obvious. He coughed.
"Give me a cigarette, and then go find Catherine. I need to replenish my energy. I feel like I can eat a cow now."
A moment later, with Logan's help, Saber struggled to get up from the ground. The left side of his body was healing quickly, and the blood on his body looked shocking. He had a burning cigarette in the corner of his mouth as he approached Erik, who was standing in the same place. He reached out to take the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and blew a mouthful of thick smoke in Magneto's face.
"Wow, man, you're really good."
Saber curled his lips and looked at the pair of dull eyes. He was a little dispirited. "To be honest, if there were no accidents before, we might have been friends. Compared to the gentle professor, your style of doing things is more acceptable, but unfortunately..."
He shrugged.
"We're already enemies. It's a pity, isn't it?"
He turned around and walked to the corner with Logan's help. He reached out and picked up Erik's dark red helmet and looked at it over and over in his hand. He seemed to be very interested. On the horizon, it was dark and still far from dawn. After this battle, this place was devastated. The large platform of the iconic building, the Statue of Liberty, was already full of blood. It made people feel disgusted just by smelling it.
After resting for more than ten minutes, Professor Charles, who had finally recovered, maneuvered his wheelchair to Magneto's side. The two looked at each other, and with a gentle wave of the Professor's left hand, Eric's eyes regained clarity, but he still couldn't control his body.
He could only look at his old friend with a regretful and angry look.
"Erik, tell me, who is your ally?"
Professor Charles asked in a low voice, "Senator Kelly is Raven in disguise, right?"
"Oh?"
Erik's eyes narrowed. "Why do you say that? Charles, why are you so sure that I will have an ally? Couldn't I have planned all this myself? "
"Do you think I would believe that?"
Professor Charles' eyes were calm. "Look at the reaction of those agents. They don't seem to realize what you can do with magnetism. Their understanding of you is still at the level where you can rely on magnetic fields to control metal. Although I also hate Nick Fury, I don't think the King of Spies will even get the information of his opponent wrong. Someone is helping you, right?"
"He helped you tamper with SHIELD's information about you. This action must have started when SHIELD was first built. It's like a loophole that was first buried. After decades of slowly fermenting, you have never used your full strength in these decades … You are also waiting for this opportunity. You are also cooperating with your" ally "to deceive SHIELD. You are also waiting for this opportunity to deal a fatal blow to human society!"
The light in Professor Charles' eyes became brighter and brighter. With the solution of a problem, other doubts were also solved. He looked at Erik, whose face was getting more and more unnatural, and he said in a deep voice.
"That person … No, that organization, they are so powerful that they can freely modify SHIELD's secret information and even participate in their action plans. No wonder SHIELD has been attacking The Brotherhood so hard over the years, but your strength is getting stronger and stronger. So that's how it is … Who is it?"
"Erik! Tell me, don't force me to search your memory! "
At the end of his words, Professor Charles' tone was indifferent to the extreme. "Erik, you actually cooperated with such an ambitious guy … You are really …"
"I'm not wrong!"
Magneto gritted his teeth and said loudly, "I don't think I'm wrong, Charles. Your weakness will destroy Mutants. How can a race not bleed if they want to be independent? How can there be no war! After decades, haven't you realized the hypocrisy of those politicians? Do you really think that relying on weak rhetoric can make them change their minds? "
"Don't be naive!"
"Erik! Now is not the time for a battle of ideas, tell me … What is its name? "
Professor Charles stretched out a finger and pointed to his forehead. He looked into Magneto's eyes.
"Don't force me!"
"Okay, okay …"
Erik and Charles confronted each other for two minutes, and when he felt the psychic power wrapped around his body begin to stir again, Magneto finally compromised. There were too many secrets in his mind … In contrast, they were just collaborators with ulterior motives.
He looked at Charles and whispered a word.
"You've heard of them, Charles … Cut off one head and two more grow out of it."
"This … How is this possible? They … They should have perished long ago! "
Professor Charles' eyes suddenly widened at this moment. He seemed to be unable to believe everything Erik said, but in the face of his doubts, Magneto looked at the darkness in the distance and said playfully,
"No, no, no, they have never died, they have always been there, Charles, they are stronger than ever."
On the other side, after realizing that Magneto had failed, the guys of the Mutants Brotherhood dispersed in a hubbub and no one stopped them. The X-Men were already exhausted. Only the agents belonging to SHIELD followed behind the guys who dispersed in a hubbub and quietly hid in the darkness.
Coulson, Nomanov, and Hawkeye sat dejectedly on the chairs of a dark cafe by the street. After losing most of their high-tech means of communication, they could only wait here passively. They used the old-fashioned coffee machine to grind, boil water, and brew coffee while waiting for Nick Fury's response. But it wouldn't be that easy.
The interior of the triangular wing building was a mess. When Coulson set off, it seemed that there was an invasion there, and they did not know how much damage this sudden disaster would cause.
"Don't you feel that our failure this time is a bit too strange …"
Coulson looked at the unfriendly mutated humans around him. He lowered his voice and said to his other two companions, "Barton, tell us about the first wave of attack you organized, and that damn EMP. What the hell is going on? Our information never mentioned that Magneto had this ability … "
In the face of Coulson's inquiry, "Hawkeye" Clinton Francis Barton rubbed his chin and said softly,
"I still remember Magneto's mocking words at the time … He seemed to have known that our intelligence was wrong. Coulson, what you said may be right. This failure is definitely not just because of Fury's command error. I have a feeling that something happened that we didn't notice."
Black Widow Romanov was about to speak when the door of the shop behind them was pushed open.
"Bang!"
The three of them jerked their heads back and saw a bare-chested guy in a long trench coat, with a cigar in his mouth, striding into the shop. Behind him, there were some young-looking children, and finally, a muscular man with a cigar in his mouth, leaning on the side with his arms crossed … It was Logan, they all knew him.
"Saber …"
Coulson stood up. Although Saber's tone was very rude, as an agent, his professionalism determined that he would not easily give up on a person who could become a friend. He stepped forward and shook Saber's remaining right hand. He patted Saber's shoulder.
"This is a victory, man, you saved the whole of New York!"
"Yes, dear Coulson, this is a victory."
Saber looked at the Lv8 agent in front of him and said softly, "I apologize for my slightly agitated tone just now, I shouldn't have said that."
Coulson smiled and waved his hand. "It's okay, we are …"
"Crack!"
Saber's right hand grabbed the neck of Coulson, who was caught off guard, and lifted him into the air. Hawkeye subconsciously pulled out the bow on his back, but what he saw was Catherine, who slowly stood up from the ground with two spiked fighting sticks against his heart. Emma, who was petrified, clenched her fists, and Clarice, who was holding a small blue-violet light arrow with both hands.
Agent Romanov reacted faster. She turned around and ran to the other side of the coffee shop. She realized that Saber did not come with good intentions, but the moment she jumped out of the window, a pair of arms appeared in the fog outside the window, choked her neck, and brought her back into the austere coffee shop.
The dangerous woman pulled out her pistol and was about to fight back, but the next moment, two daggers emerged from the fog and pressed against her neck, stopping her from fighting back.
Saber glanced at the two people in front of him and said lazily.
"You are Nick Fury's best agents, so you can try to escape, you can try to fight back, you can try to guess if these children will kill you. As for you, children, don't believe a word they say. They are agents, and lying is their job. If there is any movement, kill them!"
He narrowed his eyes, and the dangerous red light was overflowing. He raised his head and looked at Coulson, who was struggling to breathe.
"You look like you are in pain. Is it because of my fingers? Coulson, do you know why I did this to you? "
He leaned close to Coulson's ear and whispered softly like an old friend.
"Because I suddenly realized, Agent Coulson, we have a lot to talk about. The night is still long, we can … talk slowly."
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