Chapter 140 Another Fan of Kai

Howard stood frozen in place. The throw of the Vibranium spear had been far too fast, resembling a streak of light that reached him in the blink of an eye. An ordinary person's eyes and brain could barely register it, let alone allow the body to react and dodge in time.

"Ah!"

A gasp of alarm rose from the Wakandan royalty and indigenous onlookers. It was a young warrior who vaulted off the cliff, his feet releasing a burst of braking energy. He swooped down toward the ritual platform like a blur.

His speed was faster, if anything, than the high-speed spear!

Just as the Vibranium spear was about to pierce Howard, at the very last critical moment, the indigenous youth arrived. His right hand, encased in a faint metallic brancer, shot out like lightning and abruptly grasped the middle of the Vibranium spear.

"Stop right there!" the young man low-growled, his palm gripping the hurtling Vibranium spear with a death clutch. The supersonic spear was brought to an abrupt halt, its tip hanging less than three centimeters from Howard's chest, unable to advance even a fraction of an inch further.

"He caught my full-power spear thrown from ten meters away with just one hand?" The female guard captain was shaken to her core, a tumultuous storm raging in her heart.

Without monstrous strength several times greater than her own, how could anyone possibly achieve this?

The female guard captain stared at the suddenly appeared youth, a chilling sensation creeping up her spine.

"Treating my friend like this isn't very nice..." The young man smiled, flicking the Vibranium spear. With a brief build-up of force in his wrist and arm, he swung it in an arc and hurled it back along its original trajectory. "Returning this to you!"

The Vibranium spear transformed into a silver streak of light, traveling two to three times faster than before. Seeing this, the female guard captain screamed in terror, experiencing a despair identical to Howard's moments earlier.

*Bang!*

The Vibranium spear embedded itself firmly right between the female guard captain's shins, pinning her skirt and her to the cliff face behind her. Over half of the two-meter-long shaft was driven deep into the hard rock wall, giving a clear indication of the astonishing force behind the throw.

The female guard captain's legs went weak as she slumped downward, straddling the Vibranium spear, her entire body trembling incessantly.

Witnessing this sudden turn of events from start to finish, the tribal royals on the platform and the citizens above all stared in gaping shock, unanimously fixing their eyes on the indigenous youth who had become the center of attention the moment he appeared.

"Who, exactly, are you?" T'Chaka asked in astonishment, holding his Vibranium shield as he took a step back. He had witnessed the superhuman strength of the Black Panther passed down by his father, but compared to the raw physical power of the youth before him, it was likely still slightly inferior.

The young man ignored him. He turned back, looking at Howard with an expression of mild exasperation. "Are you alright?"

"Kyle, I'm glad you made it in time." Howard gave a wry smile, his teeth still chattering. Clearly, he had been genuinely terrified by the narrow escape.

"Kyle?" Upon hearing the name, it struck T'Chaka like a thunderclap, causing his eyes to widen in disbelief.

The female guard captain gripped the Vibranium spear between her thighs, managed to stand back up, and pointed at the young man and Howard, her tone a mix of humiliation and haste. "Two foreign intruders disrupted the coronation ceremony! Guards, take them down!"

"Huwah!"

As soon as her words fell, six similarly dressed female guards responded in unison, gripping their Vibranium spears with both hands as they rapidly marched onto the platform, cautiously closing in on the youth in a formation.

"Kyle, I'll leave everything to you." Howard ducked behind the young man.

"With me here, you have nothing to worry about." The young man replied with absolute confidence, gazing calmly at the six female guards who were steadily approaching to launch an attack.

"Attack!" the female guard captain ordered from the rear. Just as the six guards were about to charge, a voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"Stop! Wait a moment!"

"Huh?" The surrounding natives paused slightly as they saw T'Chaka raise his Vibranium shield to halt the attack, stepping forward steadily with a resolute and glowing gaze.

"Your Highness?" The female guards and tribal royals looked on in confusion as T'Chaka approached the young man, stopping about five meters away.

T'Chaka took a deep breath, staring intently at the young man, and asked with utmost seriousness, "Sir, you are definitely not a local here. And why did that American-accented gentleman just call you 'Kyle'?"

True to being a prince of a nation, he still possessed a sense of the bigger picture and discretion.

The young man shrugged and calmly replied, "Because my name is Kyle. Is there a problem?"

Venom suit, camouflage disengaged!

Amidst a shifting transformation, his black hair faded back to a dazzling gold, and his azure eyes shone brightly. His clothing morphed into a seamless nightsuit that outlined the muscular, fluid contours of a perfect physique, bringing an oppressive, aggressive impact to all onlookers.

"It really is you!" T'Chaka was immensely surprised, excitedly taking a few steps forward.

"You recognize me?" Kyle asked with a perplexed expression. In response to his question, T'Chaka nodded rapidly. "Of course. I once traveled abroad and studied at a university locally in America."

"Your Highness! Be careful of that man!" the female guard captain shouted a warning.

"Don't worry. If he wanted to kill me, I would have died countless times by now."

T'Chaka shook his head, a look of excitement on his face. He gestured slightly toward Kyle and said with the adoration of someone meeting an idol, "Do you know who he is? Mr. Kyle is the war hero who single-handedly ended the Second World War, hailed by the people of the Americas as the 'Symbol of Peace'!"

"The Symbol of Peace?!"

The tribal royalty and indigenous residents erupted into an uproar, staring at Kyle in sheer shock.

Although isolated and closed off, it did not mean they failed to monitor and collect major news from the outside world.

The Symbol of Peace! A man who pressured entire nations, ended a world war, and stood as a god-like superhero! Within planet Earth, it was practically impossible not to know this living legend.

"Mr. Kyle, why have you come to my country?" T'Chaka asked excitedly.

Without overthinking, Kyle flicked his chin toward Howard standing behind him. "My friend—Howard. He is the founder of Stark Industries and also an explorer. He said there was a suspected Vibranium deposit here, so he asked me to bring him along to look for it. Coincidentally, we discovered the City of the Future. He got lost inside and accidentally stumbled onto this ritual platform."

"So that's how it was." T'Chaka came to a sudden realization, holding no doubts about Kyle.

Anyone who had ever lived in the Americas, especially New York City, would find that revering Kyle had practically become a culture under the subtle influence of the broader environment.

Everyone was a fan of Kyle.

Hearing the tone of T'Chaka's voice, the female guard captain's expression darkened. She spoke coldly in reminder, "Your Highness, regardless of whether he is the Symbol of Peace or anyone else, he is currently a foreigner who has sneaked into our country, and he has also disrupted the throne challenge ceremony. His crime is unforgivable, and we absolutely cannot let them go."

At these words, a portion of the indigenous residents chimed in, "That's right! The laws of the nation cannot be violated!"

"This..." T'Chaka was placed in a difficult position. He looked at Kyle, then back at the royals and his people, momentarily unsure of what to do.