I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 125 Weird Power
Facing the huge black wolf, T'Challa's heart beat as fast as a drum. He subconsciously reached for his waist, wanting to grasp the familiar vibranium spear.

However, what the fingers touched was just empty air.

Only then did he remember that he had lost his vibranium spear when he passed through the teleportation channel, otherwise he would not have been knocked down so easily just now.

T'Challa stretched out his hand to Matt beside him: "Give me the dagger."

Matt shook his head: "No, let me handle this guy."

"You? But just now you..."

T'Challa clearly remembered the scene where Matt and the other two were fighting desperately.

Now, Matt's body was covered with scars and his strength was almost exhausted, while Steve didn't even have the strength to stand up.

At this moment, he was the only one who could still maintain his strength.

Therefore, he is the only one who can take up this battle.

T'Challa held out his hand to Matt without lowering it: "Let me do it."

"No, it's okay. I'll take care of this guy soon." Matt's tone was calm, as if he was stating something very ordinary.

"Haha, you can get rid of me quickly? Who gave you such confidence? That small dagger in your hand?" Black Wolf laughed arrogantly, his voice echoing in the empty hall, like a sharp blade, piercing everyone's heart.

Matt responded coldly: "It was me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped resolutely towards the black wolf.

The black wolf's laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes instantly became cold and cruel, like an enraged beast, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

He assumed an attacking stance, obviously not intending to give Matt any chance to breathe.

Matt's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he tightly grasped the dagger in his hand. The mark of the big knife on the palm of his hand suddenly became extremely hot, emitting a black smoke that lingered on the dagger.

What was surprising was that the black smoke gradually condensed and formed the shadow of a sword more than three meters long.

The air in the hall seemed to be torn apart by this force and became heavy.

A hint of surprise flashed across Black Wolf's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a stronger murderous intent.

At this moment, the black smoke not only stayed on the dagger, but also spread as if it had life, quickly covering Matt's whole body.

The black smoke swirled and surged around him, and finally condensed into a huge triangular iron-headed man's shadow, like an indestructible armor, protecting Matt firmly inside.

T'Challa's eyes widened, his voice filled with incredible surprise: "What is this?"

Steve on the other side was also shocked by the scene and was speechless. He turned his head with difficulty and widened his eyes: "This is..."

[Heh, interesting, that guy can actually use strange powers. However, strange powers are not something that everyone can use, and he needs to pay a price for it! ]

The Holy Lord's low and cold voice suddenly came into my mind.

"Strange power?" Steve muttered to himself, shock in his heart mixed with deep worry, his eyes fixed on Matt.

As if to confirm the Holy Lord's words, Matt's face quickly turned pale as paper, his body trembled slightly, and he was obviously in great pain.

The black wolf sneered a few times, with a cruel light flashing in its eyes. It did not stay there stupidly waiting for Matt to be ready, but decisively took the initiative to attack.

The huge body turned into a black shadow, so fast that it seemed like a black lightning cutting through the air.

"Go to hell, blind man!" Its voice was like a cold blade, piercing Matt's eardrum. The black wolf instantly appeared behind Matt, its sharp claws with a cold light pierced Matt's back, and an excited smile appeared on its face, as if it had seen its claws pierce Matt's body and grasp the beating heart.

At that moment, its heart was filled with the joy of victory.

However, just as the black wolf's claws were about to touch Matt, an illusory sword came out of nowhere with a force as powerful as thunder. The sword light was like lightning, cutting through the black wolf's body and splitting it in two.

The smile on Black Wolf's face froze, the light in his eyes dimmed instantly, and his body split in the air and fell to the ground.

"Idiot, your heartbeat has already exposed your location."

After saying that, Matt groaned, his legs could no longer support him, and he fell to his knees.

T'Challa seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and quickly walked over and helped Matt up.

When his hand touched Matt's arm holding the dagger, an expression of surprise appeared on his face, and his fingers felt a strange coldness and dryness.

T'Challa quickly rolled up Matt's sleeves and was shocked by the scene before him.

Matt's arms were like dried branches, shrunk by half and covered with ugly wrinkles, as if they were being rapidly eroded by time.

"Matt, your arm." T'Challa's voice trembled a little, his eyes full of worry and confusion.

Matt forced a smile and shook his head, "It's okay, I just used too much strength, just take a rest."

T'Challa's heart tightened. He knew that things were not as simple as Matt said, but he had no time to ask more questions at the moment. He could only support him and slowly walk towards Steve.

Steve took a breath of cold air when he saw the abnormality of Matt's arm. He knew very well that this was the price of using strange power. He frowned and said, "Matt, don't use this power if you can, otherwise it will cost you your life sooner or later."

"Don't worry, I'm sensible."

Matt shook his head and smiled: "I'm sorry, Captain, for hurting you so much."

"It's okay. I hit you a few times with my shield, so we're even."

Steve sighed: "I am also responsible for this. I was too impulsive."

"Okay, there's no need to talk about the past. Let's think about what to do next, shall we?"

T'Challa stared at the black fog still hovering in the air, his brows furrowed, his eyes revealing deep anxiety and uneasiness.

"It's been more than a day since we came to this world, and I don't know what Wakanda is like now."

His sister Shu Rui once told him that the protective shield could only last for ten hours at most.

Today, time has far exceeded this limit.

Every passing minute and every second was like a sharp blade cutting into his heart, making him anxious.

"T'Challa, I understand how you feel."

Steve exhaled twice and said, "But we are in very bad condition now. Going to the third floor will not help, but will make things worse. If we are caught too, Wakanda will be in real trouble. So, let's take a rest."

"We've already lost Bucky, we can't lose another companion."

"Yes, I know."

T'Challa nodded, trying to calm himself.

(End of this chapter)