Chapter 130 130: Good Night, Mr. Erik
Magneto was drenched in sweat. An unprecedented sense of crisis swept through his entire body.
He had no doubt at all that once the energy flickering at Matthew's fingertip bloomed, it would pierce straight through his head.
This man!
Magneto gritted his teeth inwardly.
Whether it was Matthew's effortless posture or the slight curve at the corner of his lips, both brought him tremendous pressure.
He knew that this overly young boy was using this method to pressure him.
Magneto was not someone who liked admitting defeat.
But when it was time to be sensible, he could be sensible too.
That was the lesson experience had taught him again and again in the past.
So Magneto quickly withdrew his ability.
The crimson domain was suddenly swallowed by darkness, and Reacher and the others were finally freed.
Their bodies swayed as they gasped heavily for breath.
Neagley even reached out to support Roscoe, who had charged alongside her earlier. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "I feel like there isn't a single good bone left in my body right now."
She then spat out another mouthful of blood.
This caused Roscoe to roll her eyes. She refused to act like Neagley and kept her mouth shut.
"A smart choice."
The golden light at Matthew's fingertip illuminated both his face and Magneto's. Then Matthew withdrew the light energy as well, and the golden glow at his fingertip dimmed.
It was somewhat dark.
Matthew casually snapped his fingers.
The pitch-black night sky suddenly turned bright.
In the blink of an eye, the sky became a clear blue, and the sun hung high above.
Magneto's pupils widened slightly.
In his heart, his assessment of Matthew's danger level rose another tier.
Mysterious. Unknown.
No matter what kind of ability Matthew possessed, Magneto only knew one thing: Matthew was terrifyingly powerful. Magneto had no confidence that he could defeat him.
Or rather, he was unwilling to admit that he simply could not win.
That was the last bit of pride he had left.
"Who exactly are you?"
Taking a deep breath, Magneto asked coldly.
"It's getting late. Good night, and have a pleasant dream, Mr. Erik."
Matthew smiled lightly. He did not answer. Instead, he politely said good night.
Magneto did not understand.
The next moment, his vision blurred.
The daytime before him suddenly turned dark again.
Instinctively, Magneto's muscles tensed all over, and he was about to activate his ability without thinking.
However, a familiar voice rang out beside his ear, as if carrying a magical power that soothed his emotions.
"Erik."
"Charles?"
Magneto turned his head subconsciously, only to find his old friend Charles standing before him, along with Mystique, Sabretooth Victor, who had vanished earlier, and the X-Men.
He looked left and right, then turned his gaze toward the old theater.
The building, which should have long since been destroyed by the battle, was still perfectly intact. The lights inside were bright, and together with several streetlights not far away, the surroundings were fairly visible.
Magneto was stunned.
What exactly was going on?
Had he been dreaming?
But the faint stabbing pain coming from his brain due to the overloaded use of his ability told him this was not a dream.
"Let's go, Erik. We need to have a proper talk."
Professor X inwardly marveled at Matthew's incredible ability. He had actually toyed with Magneto in the palm of his hand. It was simply unimaginable.
What kind of ability is it?
Space-type?
...
In the ward at the island base, more than twenty beds had been hastily gathered together. Reacher and the others lay obediently on them, allowing the medical nurses to examine them.
Mainly because when they returned, they looked rather frightening.
Neagley in particular was coughing up blood in great mouthfuls, as if it cost nothing.
Her aura was also extremely weak.
Fortunately, not only was she fully conscious, she was also very excited.
Needy used Blood Donation Dandelions to draw healing power from the other soldiers and gave Reacher and the others a very small amount of treatment, enough to ensure that their lives were not in danger, but not enough to heal them completely.
This was something Matthew had arranged deliberately.
It was not to torment Reacher, Neagley, and the others.
On the contrary, allowing their bodies to repair themselves would help their strength grow further.
They understood that very well themselves.
After a long stretch of busyness late into the night, Reacher and the others were wrapped from head to toe in bandages, lying on the hospital beds like mummies. The sight looked somewhat comical.
"Were your opponents that troublesome?"
After receiving the notice, the soldiers who had finished training all came running over to visit them.
"Magneto," Reacher said bluntly.
"Whoa."
The moment they heard Magneto's name, everyone let out a cry of surprise.
Unlike Needy, who had only recently joined, they had more or less heard of the great terror that was Magneto.
"To injure all of you this badly... as expected of one of the strongest mutants," Bucky said with a knowing nod.
In his heart, he still felt somewhat surprised.
Unfortunately, although he had been at the scene, he had not been able to enter the Mirror Dimension and fight alongside Reacher and the others.
He knew very well how strong Reacher was. More than twenty super soldiers had joined forces, yet all of them had come back lying in hospital beds, their injuries quite severe.
"He really was strong. His ability was powerful."
Reacher nodded seriously, but he was not in a hurry to review the battle.
"Where's Natasha?"
Neagley looked left and right. Seeing that Natasha did not seem to be there, she asked in confusion.
Her good sister was injured, yet she had not come to visit?
Natasha was too cold.
Could she have started treating her as a rival in love?
"The Commander was beaten by the BOSS for an entire day. She fell asleep a long time ago," a female warrior from the Raven Warband said with an envious smile.
She also wanted to be beaten by the BOSS for a whole day like Natasha. What should she do?
Seeing that look of envy, Neagley could not help rolling her eyes and decided not to talk to these people.
She was afraid it would spread to her.
"We are still far from being able to fight someone of that level. We need to become stronger."
Reacher rested his head on the pillow and stared at the light on the ceiling, his expression not looking good.
They had lost the battle against Magneto.
And they had lost in a very inelegant way. Aside from being able to exchange blows at the beginning, the rest of the fight had basically been them getting crushed.
Whether or not it was because the other side's ability was abnormal did not matter.
To Reacher, this was unacceptable.
The two warbands had been built by BOSS Matthew himself, and he had also participated in their creation.
Although Matthew had never said it plainly, Reacher knew very well what the two warbands were meant to be.
They were both shield and blade. The solid shield would block all danger for Matthew, while the sharp blade would cut through every enemy standing before him.
In the end, the shield had been smashed apart, and the hilt of the blade had been snapped.
"Big guy, you're too greedy."
Neagley casually pulled over a sheet of paper and wiped the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
She glanced at Reacher. "How long have we even been training?"
"And not one of us has been lazy. On the contrary, we've all been training hard every day. This isn't because of anything else."
"If we want to become stronger, that takes time."
To put it plainly, compared with that old thing Magneto, the two warbands were only babies that had been born a few months ago.
Being able to reach this point was already excellent.
Anyone else would have been overjoyed, yet here Reacher was looking dissatisfied. Neagley couldn't be bothered to complain about the guy anymore.
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