Chapter 132: The Strength of the Sharp Blade Squad
Namor hovered in mid-air, his expression grim as he locked eyes with Captain Supreme, Steve Rogers. The brief exchange they’d just had told Namor everything he needed to know—this man was no ordinary opponent. In terms of combat prowess and physical strength, he was either Namor’s equal... or even stronger.
What unsettled Namor even more was how familiar Rogers looked—eerily similar to someone from his past.
"I don’t care who you are," Namor growled, golden trident humming with power as he pointed it at Rogers. "But if you stand in my way, then you will be punished."
Rogers raised his shield to chest level, his voice clear and sharp: "You reek of salt and rot, sea creature. This land isn’t yours to defile. Crawl back to your murky depths."
"You’re courting death!" Namor snarled, launching himself like a golden cannonball toward Rogers, trident gleaming with deadly energy.
BOOM!
The golden trident collided with the vibranium shield, unleashing a massive shockwave that exploded outward from the point of impact. The ripple of energy knocked over dozens of Atlantis warriors, their reinforced armor shattering as they collapsed. Many wouldn’t get back up.
Before the others could respond, Atlantis foot soldiers on the ground raised their energy rifles, unleashing a volley of shimmering blasts toward Rogers.
But just in time—
"Hey! Filthy blue sardines! Do us all a favor and stop stinking up the mainland!"
Spider-Man swung in, his eight mechanical arms flaring out in a deadly arc. With lethal precision, he began mowing through the soldiers, his claws cutting through Atlantean armor like paper.