Considering that he had come to Wakanda to ask for something...
Peter ultimately chose to show mercy at the critical moment.
He wasn't a pure-blooded American, after all, and couldn't bring himself to do something so low as taking someone's things and then turning around to scalp them.
Whoosh~
Just as Peter was sighing to himself, "I really am a great person, returning evil with kindness,"
Inside the largest flagship fighter jet, a man wearing a tight black combat suit and a Black Panther mask opened the hatch without a second thought.
He leaped down from the high altitude, steadily catching the Wakandan soldier, and landed with him on the deck of the cruise ship.
Under normal circumstances, falling from such a height would mean death or at least permanent paralysis.
But since he wore the Black Panther suit and possessed the divine power of the heart-shaped herb, he remained completely unscathed after landing.
"Thief, you have enraged T'Challa!"
"Black Panther" T'Challa looked up and let out a roar at Peter:
"But I respect you as a powerful warrior! Wakanda admires the strong. According to Wakandan custom, I am willing to give you a chance for a fair duel!"
"Defeat me, and I will let you leave alive with the Vibranium!"
Peter looked at the guy somewhat speechlessly, thinking to himself, why was this guy acting like Thor when he first arrived on Earth—looking not very bright?
However, since he had the chance to flex his muscles in front of Wakanda, Peter had no reason to refuse. He landed lightly from the air and looked at the Black Panther, saying:
"Fine. But if I win, I don't just want this bit of Vibranium; I want to go to Wakanda in person."
Hearing this, T'Challa thought to himself, *You really don't know the meaning of death.*
But because he had absolute confidence in his own strength and the Vibranium suit, he replied without hesitation:
"Fine. As long as you can defeat me, what's wrong with taking you to Wakanda myself?"
"Interesting." Peter tilted his head at the arrogant young man, simply crossing his arms and standing his ground as he spoke:
"Don't say I'm bullying you. I'll give you a chance—I'll let you have three free moves."
Hearing this, a vein instantly popped on T'Challa's forehead.
He didn't argue with Peter, only letting out a cold sneer through his teeth:
"Your strength had better be as tough as your mouth!"
As he spoke, T'Challa arrived in an instant, his clenched fist carrying immense force as he swung a punch at Peter's face!
This punch was enough to wreck the armor of a heavy tank!
However, facing T'Challa's heavy punch, Peter merely raised his left hand nonchalantly.
Bang!
Fist met palm, producing a dull thud.
The expected scene of Peter being sent flying by the punch did not happen.
Peter's figure remained motionless in the air. As he exerted force with his palm, T'Challa began to feel waves of sharp pain.
If he let this bastard keep increasing the pressure, his fist might actually be crushed by him!
Realizing this, T'Challa's expression changed, and he no longer dared to underestimate Peter.
Gritting his teeth, he directly activated the Black Panther suit's unique trump card—"Panther Habit."
He turned the stored energy in the suit to the maximum, and a terrifying energy field instantly swept through the area around him and Peter.
The deck beneath their feet was instantly torn apart, and the entire cruise ship was blasted with a massive indentation at that moment.
The terrifying shockwave overflowed, eventually tearing the medium-sized cruise ship apart, giving it a literal "middle-part" split.
Black Panther thought this move would definitely be enough to finish Peter off.
But when the dust settled, he found Peter standing opposite him completely unscathed—not even a single wrinkle could be seen on his suit!
"Is that it?"
Those two nonchalant words instantly broke Black Panther's composure.
T'Challa was young and hot-headed after all, and having already labeled Peter as a "thief," the more he looked at Peter, the more he felt the guy was incredibly punchable.
He rushed forward recklessly, the claws in his suit's gloves popping out as he slashed wildly at Peter.
"Three moves are up. Now, it's my turn to hit back~"
After dodging another of Black Panther's swipes, Peter threw a punch.
Hum~
After a wave of invisible energy, the Black Panther suit absorbed all the kinetic energy.
He wasn't sent flying; instead, he still had the strength to continue his fierce assault on Peter.
Tsk~
Peter couldn't help but click his tongue, realizing the most troublesome property of Vibranium.
He had previously only valued Vibranium's extreme hardness, but in fact, for most people, its ability to absorb kinetic energy was the truly difficult part.
Wearing this thing was like having 99% damage reduction; no matter how strong the attack, it couldn't break through the defense.
One might even be injured by the kinetic energy he released back.
It was simply too troublesome.
However, just because physical attacks were ineffective didn't mean Peter had no way to deal with him.
After exchanging several blows and determining the extent of the guy's abilities, Peter lost interest in continuing this game of house.
He took a moment to swipe his hand over the Driver at his waist.
"Water, please~!"
"Vi~vi~vi~vi~~~"
A water-blue magic circle flashed past, and Peter instantly switched to Flowing Water Form.
"Since the hard way doesn't work, I'll teach you what it means to overcome hardness with softness today!"
As he spoke, Peter snapped his fingers.
In the next second, the seawater beneath their feet seemed to be drawn by some invisible force.
A massive Water Dragon soared into the sky, swallowing the unable-to-dodge Black Panther in one gulp.
The Water Dragon spiraled rapidly in the air, and several water whips instantly formed inside its body, binding T'Challa tightly from all directions!
"What is this?!"
T'Challa was terrified. He struggled frantically, but the water currents were incredibly tough; no matter how much strength he used, he couldn't break free.
Even using Panther Habit only allowed him to break free for a moment; the water would quickly reform and bind him tightly again.
And this time, because there was no kinetic energy to absorb, he couldn't even use Panther Habit anymore!
Seeing the Black Panther still struggling stubbornly, Peter couldn't help but sneer:
"As the price for recklessly jumping out and interrupting my trip, I'll let you cool down first."
Peter snapped his fingers again:
"Ice Time~"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Extreme cold air erupted instantly, and the seawater binding T'Challa froze at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The terrifyingly low temperature even caused the moisture in the air to freeze, creating a small-scale local snowfall.
In just a few seconds, the arrogant Prince of Wakanda was frozen alive into a crystal-clear popsicle.
Peter casually shouldered the popsicle and gave a menacingly "kind" smile to the dumbfounded fleet of fighter jets in the sky:
"What are you all still standing there for? You wouldn't want your prince to be accidentally shattered into pieces by me, would you?"