Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

When Black Panther arrived at the scene, he did not find Grievous or his acolytes as expected. All he saw were charred clone corpses, with black marks on their chests, backs, and sides, as if silently telling of the fatal blows they had suffered.

The prince clenched his fists and slowly walked towards the nearest corpse, his fingertips gently touching the weak pulse. He closed his eyes and expressed his inner mourning in a respectful silence. When he raised his head again, his eyes wandered over the fallen clones, and his face became firm and heavy.

“Who on earth could have so cruelly killed these innocent lives?” Doubts arose in his mind. Was this person in hiding?

At this moment, a noise came from behind him, which instantly made him nervous. Black Panther turned around quickly, but he didn't expect to be kicked in the middle by a pair of boots, and his body flew out involuntarily.

Black Panther stretched out his claws at an astonishing speed, digging them into the ground. The power of vibranium slowly passed from his claws to his back, and he looked up at the stranger who suddenly appeared and repelled him.

Under the helmet of the newcomer, a pair of eyes looked through the eyes of the prince of Wakanda, and they were deep and sharp. The newcomer wore a white cape and hood, and the blue and orange armor shone in the light. His right arm seemed to be equipped with a kind of armor similar to the traditional shield of Wakanda, and his mask looked like a skull with red light.

Although his armor was stained with burn marks, it did not reduce the dangerous aura he exuded. Black Panther slowly stood up, ready to face this unknown challenger again.

"Oh, what a dramatic performance," the stranger said in a filtered voice that seemed to be a mixture of several people's tones. "I can respect such a scene."

The Black Panther immediately asked, "Who are you?"

The man smiled to himself, spinning the lightsaber in his hand easily, as if enjoying the moment of peace before the duel.

"Now is not the time to ask those questions, is it?" the man replied in a condescending tone. "You could say that I have been fighting this my whole life."

Black Panther felt his patience wearing thin. "I'm not in the mood for any games," he practically growled. "Tell me who you are, or fight me to the death."

An unknown contest is about to begin between the two, and the outcome of this battle will determine the future of Prince Wakanda and the fate of the world...

This mysterious and dangerous man suddenly paused, as if frozen in place by an invisible force, and then burst into deafening laughter. "Finally someone can understand me!" he shouted excitedly.

At this moment, he seemed full of confidence and expectation, as if he had found an opponent worthy of the challenge. Black Panther felt a strong desire to fight, his body tensed, ready to attack at any time.

"Well, I'll tell you my name then." He held the lightsaber in his backhand and raised his shield to cover half of his face. "I'm Taskmaster."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the black panther at an astonishing speed.

Although Black Panther was prepared, he still felt a strong pressure. With his enhanced reflexes, he quickly performed a roundhouse kick, but was cleverly blocked by Taskmaster with his shield.

The man swung his lightsaber as if performing a gorgeous dance. The tip of his sword lightly scratched the black panther's waist, but immediately bounced off the black material.

At this moment, T'Challa seized the opportunity. He quickly delivered a powerful downward kick, followed by a knee strike to the opponent's chin, and finally ended this series of actions with a gorgeous backflip kick.

The Master of Tasks was knocked flying by the sudden attack and fell heavily to the ground. But he immediately turned over and stood up steadily. He narrowed his red eyes, briefly looked at the lightsaber in his hand, and then looked at the purple light emanating from the place where he was hit by the black panther.

"That outfit..." Taskmaster muttered to himself, "Is there anything special about the outfit you're wearing?"

However, Black Panther did not answer him and continued to attack. Taskmaster quickly went on the defensive, analyzing his opponent's attacks in many ways.

“Your moves are swift, precise, and deadly,” he said, blocking a punch with his shield and a kick with his lightsaber. “You are a true warrior.”

The two continued to fight each other in hand-to-hand combat, with each attack and defense full of power and skill. Black Panther successfully blocked a kick to the head from Taskmaster, and the man was also hit by a heavy punch from Black Panther. Black Panther was hit in the shoulder by Taskmaster's shield gauntlet, but he immediately responded with a flying knee with greater speed.

A few minutes passed and the fight continued. Both men were trying to find each other's weaknesses while also showing off their own strength and skills. This was a real contest and an unforgettable battle.

Their fight changed in an instant, and his attack changed from defense to offense, which made Black Panther quickly perceive something unusual. He faced this opponent alone, but he could feel that something was beyond common sense.

"That attack..." Black Panther's thoughts echoed in his mind, and he recalled the action he had just seen. He was very familiar with this action, which was his fighting art.

"He's using my own moves?" the prince wondered in his heart. This unique fighting style had never been taught to anyone other than the people of Wakanda, and even his compatriots might consider such imitation as heresy.

"I have never seen a style of fighting like yours before." The voice of the Master of Imitation came coldly.

Black Panther narrowed his eyes slightly and stood firm again. He felt a little unhappy about the Master's imitation. Black Panther's anger burned in the Master's threatening laughter.

He rushed forward, delivering a backhand strike in an instant, and Taskmaster quickly raised his shield in defense while stabbing the Prince in the chest with his weapon.

Black Panther turned in the air, his sword passing by, but was suddenly grabbed by Taskmaster and swung hard over his shoulder. He grunted in pain and looked up to see Taskmaster holding his sword high above his head.

Suddenly, Black Panther slammed his hands down on the ground, and the energy he had built up during the battle burst out like a gust of wind. As if struck by an invisible force, Taskmaster was hurled into the air. He hit the ceiling, then fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

The mercenary groaned in pain and slowly sat up. "What on earth was that?" he asked loudly, feeling the pain as if his bones were being snapped back into place.

"Are you ready to surrender?" Black Panther stood up.

Taskmaster rolled his shoulders and neck, seemingly unharmed. "That's not enough," he said firmly.

At this moment, the entire area began to shake violently, as if the earth was trembling because of the duel between the two combatants. Although both of them tried hard to stay standing, the violent shaking still made them feel a little uneasy.

"Damn it." Taskmaster cursed under his breath, "This battle has just begun."

In Tipoca City, Black Panther faces an unprecedented challenge. As more and more robots and Umbarans pour into the city, his communicator keeps sending alarming messages. He must put an end to this, and it's urgent.

Suddenly, Black Panther felt a shock in his chest, as if he was hit by an invisible hammer, and he seemed to be pulled back to that tense moment. He staggered back and looked up, only to see his opponent, Taskmaster, holding a clone blaster and firing at the heir of Wakanda.

"Let's see how much your suit is worth," said the Master of Taskmaster coldly.

Black Panther blinked, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Come on, I'll accompany you to the end."

As soon as he finished speaking, Black Panther rushed forward like the wind, as if absorbing the energy of the blaster flying towards him, and then jumped into the air. He did not notice the sinister smile under the helmet of the Master of Taskmaster, nor the impending attack.

Black Panther jumped up from the ground like lightning. Although he was kneeling on one knee, he stared at the mercenary in front of him with wide eyes. He silently said in his heart: "Please continue your performance."

Taskmaster said in a tone of threatening glee: "I have long awaited a challenge like yours. Your fighting style will add new blood to my bloodline and serve as a model for all future successors."

"But you have to survive first." With incredible speed, Black Panther lunged at Taskmaster. He grabbed him with his enhanced strength and tumbled them both against the wall. He wrapped an arm around the man's armored chest as they were about to impact.

At that moment, Taskmaster's arm shot up, and an invisible, translucent shockwave shot out from his palm. Black Panther's eyes widened as he felt a powerful force push him away, and the next moment he was through a door and back in a hangar filled with clones, droids, and Umbarans.

There were explosions of artillery fire and the roar of starfighters fighting in the air in the hangar. However, when their eyes met again, all the noise seemed to disappear.

"T'Challa!" Taskmaster's voice echoed in the silence.

At this moment, T'Challa is fully aware of the heavy responsibility he shoulders. He not only has to protect Wakanda, but also the peace and tranquility of the world. He takes a deep breath and prepares to face the next challenge...