Superman

Luke curled his lips, despising Namor for his lack of words.

He watched several huge tornadoes that suddenly rose, and the terrifying suction pulled the water.

Like the doomsday scene of the collapse of the world, it was presented in front of everyone.

Namor, the king of Atlantis, does have the power to flood New York.

"The guy has the advantage of playing at home."

Luke was seriously thinking that, as an Atlantean, Namor had completely different combat power on the sea and on land.

Once on land, he must have occasional exposure to water to survive.

If not, the physical fitness and ability will gradually decline and degenerate into ordinary people.

Once dehydrated for more than seven days, it may also cause death.

But the headache is that Namor can't stay in Atlantis forever.

Because he is a hybrid with normal human and Atlantean genes.

Double physical characteristics, double happiness.

Therefore, staying in any place in the water or on land for too long may cause Namor to experience an imbalance in oxygen supply and demand, which will lead to mania and extreme tyranny.

This is why he often finds troubles for nothing, fights with superheroes, and is called the "little prince of tearing".

In a nutshell, this guy is not good at thinking, and it is easy to get caught - especially when there is a shortage of water.

"You're the Superman, aren't you? Heh, land people see you as a war hero, a super soldier—they'll soon know they're wrong."

Namor gripped Neptune's trident tightly, mobilizing the power within it.

Dazzling electric light burst out, blasting a straight passage.

The condensed crystal water droplets were evaporated in an instant, leaving only a faint burnt smell.

"Since ancient times, I have faced waves...you stand on the left, then it's fine."

Luke's eyes froze, feeling slightly hot.

The stellar energy surging in the body turned into crimson light.

boom!

The electric light collided with the thermal sight suddenly, and a strong air wave burst out.

Namor's tall body standing firmly in mid-air suddenly swayed a few times, and couldn't help but retreat.

There were blue veins bursting on his forehead, he firmly grasped Neptune's trident, and pushed forward.

The dazzling lightning swelled a circle, from a ferocious python to a roaring dragon.

"No matter how hard you try, it's impossible to win against the left side."

Luke was joking, but the hot eyes that shot out did not relax.

His physique is stronger than Namor's, and the opponent can lift hundreds of tons of weight at most. Even if he has an advantage in the home game, it is limited.

Bang!

With a heavy step on the foot, the air exploded!

Instead of retreating, Luke rushed forward.

The high-temperature energy of evaporating flesh and blood pierced forward like a sharp sword, and directly knocked out Namor who was holding the trident.

The silvery electric light, like winding cracks, hit the pitch-black sky.

Namor was thrown into the sea again, with unwillingness written all over his face.

With his defeat, the raging storm and accumulated torrential rain seemed to be stagnant.

Luke tore apart the huge tornado, swung his right arm out, and thousands of tons of power condensed into a single point, abruptly breaking up the majestic water that was spinning at high speed.

Namor broke through the sea, his body seemed to be falling apart.

Even the King of Atlantis' exclusive weapon, Neptune's Trident, was a little hard to hold.

"This guy is so strong!"

The arrogant and conceited Namor finally came to his senses. He held the trident with both hands, and there was a strong fighting intent in his eyes that refused to admit defeat.

He is the king of Atlantis, and this battle must be one to watch.

Must not lose!

Chapter 1? The giant monster of the North Sea, there are many ways to eat it

Atlantis has a conservative style, almost never communicates with the outside world, and resists new things.

Especially something from the land world!

What fat house happy water, popcorn movies...all are contraband!

They think it corrupts people's minds and is of no value.

This is also one of the reasons why the systems and traditions they admire seem quite backward.

The set of rules that have been passed down for thousands of years will always become outdated.

No matter how powerful a civilization is, if it has been self-enclosed for a long time, it will weaken sooner or later.

Wakanda is the most obvious example.

As one of the most technologically advanced countries on the planet, the way they choose their leaders is neither public voting nor parliamentary judgment, but simple and crude contest challenges.

Could it be said that a Wakanda who fights well will be a qualified king?

There is absolutely no connection between personal force and one's own ability.

From this point, it can be seen that the long-term isolation has allowed these Wakanda people who sit on the vibration gold veins and don’t worry about developing resources at all. Their understanding of the world is still in the tribal period.

Namor, who grew up in a slum and went to live in the land world, hated the rules and regulations of Atlantis very much.

In his view, a country that judges noble and humble based on clothing and bloodlines is essentially no different from the slavery dynasty in the history books.

Backward, barbaric, unaware of progress!

When Namor became king, he always wanted to lead his people to open up the future, abolish the ancient traditions, and make Atlantis great again!

It's a pity that the nobles of the Presbyterian Church are always obstructing him and tripping him up.

"I will pass this test of the God of the Sea and prove my bravery! At that time, no one will object to my opinion!"

Namor raised his trident high, dazzling lightning lingered all over his body, like wearing a mighty armor, and his low momentum rose again.

The rumbling thunder rolled over the dark clouds, making a deafening roar.

"I will once again prove to the people of Atlantis how powerful the king is!"

Namor seemed to be able to hear the warm cheers from Poseidonia, the capital of Atlantis.

That is a cry dedicated to the warriors!

The blue-skinned Atlanteans respect the strong, and believe that only brave warriors can conquer the ocean and gain the favor of the gods.

This is also part of the reason why Namor was able to overcome all opinions and ascend to the throne.

Otherwise, just because his blood is not pure enough and his skin color is obviously different from that of his tribe, he will be completely disqualified from competing for the kingship.

It's as if those black people in Wakanda would never choose a white man to be the king, unless he has the blood of the royal family flowing in his body.

From a genetic point of view, the odds are pretty slim.

"He can fly, and his strength is stronger than mine - if you want to win the final victory, you can only call for a more powerful helper!"

Accepting the defeat, Namor took out another artifact that belonged to the king.

The horn of Proteus!

A heavy horn of pure white with gold trim, it summons ancient creatures from the depths of the sea.

Woohoo!Woohoo!

The loud and desolate sound of the horn resounded through the sea.

The invisible fluctuations spread, releasing a special signal, which immediately awakened the huge sea monster that was sleeping in the deep sea.

Whoa!Whoa!Whoa!

On the Atlantic Ocean, huge tentacles tens of meters long set off huge waves.

"It's the Giant Monster of the North Sea!"

In the depths of the palace of Posedonia, the capital of Atlantis, nobles in robes are watching the battle.

"It seems that Namor has been cornered by that landman, and he did not hesitate to use the horn of Proteus to wake up the sleeping Kraken!"

"Every time Kraken wakes up, he needs a lot of food. It seems that we have to prepare another sacrifice day!"

"Hmph, even a land person can't defeat - this is the great king of Atlantis, our proud majesty!"

"..."

The robed nobles continued to watch the battlefield through a layer of water film mirror while discussing.

Kraken, also known as the "North Sea Monster", is said to be a giant sea monster in Greenland.

It usually lurks at the bottom of the deep sea, and occasionally rises to the surface to attack passing ships and prey on large marine animals such as cetaceans.

In ancient times, many sailors regarded Kraken's body as a "small island" to live on, and set up camp on it to rest and live.

Until the sea monster dives, it is buried in the sea and becomes food.

It is one of the guardians of Atlantis, and like the giant whale Gugado, it obeys the call of the horn of Proteus.

"I didn't expect there to be such a strong man among the land people."

A robed nobleman looked at Superman who pushed Namor into a disadvantage, and couldn't help but hum softly.

The period of existence of Atlantis even surpassed the oldest Sumerian civilization in the human world.

Therefore, they naturally don't think highly of the so-called land people.

"Whether Namor can win the final victory is the key! If he fails, then—as a half-breed! What qualifications does he have to sit on the throne?"

Another robed nobleman let out a mocking laugh.

"As long as I think that I have to bow my knees to a bastard and call him Your Majesty, I feel ashamed!"

Everyone in the Presbyterian Church looked at each other in blank dismay, but they did not reprimand these rebellious and presumptuous words.

"Namo is too impulsive, not stable enough, he is not suitable to be a king."

The most respected robed nobleman made a final decision and said: "If he loses to a landman, it will prove that the god of the sea has abandoned him, and a king who has lost his favor is not worthy of allegiance."

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"Should I call a helper if I can't win?"

Luke chuckled, his eyes emitting extremely hot high-temperature energy.

The North Sea giant monster is almost 150 meters long, like an enlarged version of the king squid.

More than a dozen powerful tentacles are enough to entangle those aircraft carriers parked in the distance and overturn them.

Taking into account the safety of Captain Brock and the others, Luke cut off a huge tentacle that was slapping with his thermal vision without saying a word.

Tear!

The crimson light cuts across!

The huge tentacles of the North Sea giant monster were cut off in the middle.

Kraken, who was in pain, let out a piercing whine that shook his eardrums.

The remaining tentacles were like a mountain peak, packed with terrifying power, blasting the air and sweeping towards them!

Luke let go of the biological force field, forming a solid barrier to block the vicious blows!

Bang!

He flew backwards in an instant like a baseball hit with all its strength.