Chapter 180: Clash with the Black Panther

Seeing T'Challa showing a troubled expression, Clark quickly said, "If it's inconvenient, forget it. I was just curious for a moment."

"T'Challa misunderstood," T'Challa finally breathed a sigh of relief and then explained, "In Wakanda, only the king is qualified to consume the Heart-Shaped Herb, or the king can voluntarily give up the power of the Heart-Shaped Herb to let someone else inherit it. Of course, just looking at it is not a problem at all."

Clark realized something and asked, "Does that mean, at any given time, only one person can inherit the power of the Black Panther?"

T'Challa nodded seriously, and Clark gave up on the idea.

It turns out that fan fiction is all lies; it seems that as long as you have even the slightest connection to Wakanda, even if it's a distant one, you can mix in a taste of the Heart-Shaped Herb.

In fact, even if you're the king's friend, or even the king's own father, it won't work.

It's like the dragon robe of ancient emperors in mysterious Eastern kingdoms; only the emperor himself can wear it, and others can't even think about keeping it privately, as it's a crime punishable by the execution of the entire family! This also explains why T'Chaka, who was once the Black Panther, was so slow to react and was easily killed by a bomb planted by an ordinary person.

Apart from the element of surprise, the main reason was that he had already consumed the "antidote" to remove the Black Panther's power. At the time of the explosion, he was merely an ordinary person.

Even the king himself is not entitled to covet the power of the Heart-Shaped Herb.

It can even be said that although Wakanda strictly controls vibranium, they value the Heart-Shaped Herb a thousand times more! If you spend a lot of money or have a good relationship with Wakanda, you might be able to get some vibranium, but there's absolutely no chance with the Heart-Shaped Herb.

Outsiders can only obtain it through two means: stealing or robbing.

T'Challa kindly invited Clark to visit as a guest, and of course, he wouldn't do such shameless things. Just as he said, after visiting the Heart-Shaped Herb cultivation base and satisfying his curiosity, he left without any attachment.

Leaving the Heart-Shaped Herb cultivation base, it was already dusk. Clark, accompanied by T'Challa and Shuri, had a dinner rich in Wakandan characteristics. He hesitated to suggest they send someone to learn cooking skills but eventually didn't say it out loud.

After dinner, Shuri suddenly clung to Clark, asking, "Big brother Clark, I've heard my brother mention you since I was little, who is more powerful between you and my brother?"

It has to be said, this little girl has an incredible amount of energy and stamina. She has been accompanying Clark around Wakanda for the whole day, yet she still seems very lively, showing no signs of tiredness.

After spending a day together, Clark got more familiar with the siblings. Hearing her question, he smiled slightly and seriously said, "Of course, your brother is more powerful."

"Big brother Clark," hearing Clark's words, T'Challa's expression suddenly became serious, "I know you said that to maintain my glorious image as a brother, but it shouldn't be based on deceiving her."

"In fact, even with the power of the Black Panther, I'm still far behind you, and that's not something to be ashamed of."

"I didn't expect you to put on such a serious face." Clark shook his head slightly and then added, "I was telling the truth."

"You two stop praising each other." Shuri then proposed a very constructive suggestion, "Why don't you find a place and have a fight? The winner will be clear."

Clark was about to refuse, but T'Challa's eyes lit up, "Big brother Clark, I've actually wanted to experience your strength for a long time. But during the fight, please be merciful."

"Being merciful? How can you enjoy the fight?" Clark shook his head, "But you can wear the Black Panther suit."

Clark was also interested in the Black Panther's strength.

After all, he's one of the world's top combat masters. Even if his physical strength isn't as good as Clark's, he surely has his unique skills. It's always good to learn more.

Thus, a world-class duel was set during their conversation.

A quarter of an hour later, the three arrived at a closed combat training room. The room was spacious, and the walls were made of vibranium, highly resistant and durable, ensuring no noise would leak out no matter how intense the fight.

Clark and the Black Panther's first clash began amid Shuri's cheers.

After exchanging formal greetings as martial artists, T'Challa, knowing he was not as strong as Clark, took the initiative to attack.

The Black Panther's attacks were mainly claw-based, complemented by grappling, kicking, and some techniques from jujitsu, making him a very comprehensive fighter.

Especially his vibranium claws, even Clark dared not face them directly with his flesh.

However, in this battle, Clark still relied on his superior speed, strength, and sensory abilities to dominate T'Challa, who, despite all his efforts, couldn't even touch Clark.

The two fought back and forth for over an hour, but it was always T'Challa who took the hits, with Clark handling it all with ease.

After being sent flying by Clark's punch again, T'Challa made a pause gesture, took off his helmet, and turned to Shuri, saying, "See? This guy is so strong, yet he kept saying I was stronger. Such a person is really bad."

Shuri laughed at this, but Clark seriously shook his head, "Actually, I still maintain my previous view. If we were to have a one-on-one duel, your chances of winning are still more than half."

Seeing Shuri's confused expression, Clark further explained, "Up to now, I've hit you five hundred and thirty-one times, without holding back my strength. Yet, you're still standing here teasing me. But if I were to be scratched by your claws even once, I'd be seriously injured with no chance of luck."

The Black Panther was somewhat unconvinced, "You haven't even used your special abilities yet. That blue-scaled monster at the airport was beaten by you without any power to fight back."

Clark shook his head again, "I've tested the shockwave power, and it can't break through the healing defense, so naturally, it can't pose a threat to your Black Panther suit. Moreover, I can't control that power perfectly yet. If I were to use it here and it rebounded off the vibranium walls, what if Shuri got hurt?"

"So," after exchanging a few compliments, Shuri couldn't help but jump in to summarize, "In terms of true skill, Clark is definitely stronger, but my brother's Black Panther suit is unmatched in defense, right?"

Clark shrugged, and T'Challa gave a wry smile.

Then, T'Challa's smile turned excited again, "After fighting with big brother Clark, I've gained a clear understanding of the deficiencies in my combat skills. I believe it won't be long before I can reach a new level."

With that, T'Challa crossed his arms over his chest and bowed respectfully to Clark, "Thank you for your guidance, big brother Clark!"

"Don't mention it. I've also learned a lot from you. It's all about exchanging ideas and making progress together." After a pause, Clark added, "If you don't mind, lend me this training room for the night. I plan to summarize today's gains while I'm still inspired."

Although it felt somewhat impolite to treat a guest this way, T'Challa agreed since Clark had specifically requested it.

After the siblings left, Clark, using the method T'Challa taught him earlier, controlled the training room's equipment to project images of Wakandans recording Black Panthers hunting prey.

The Wakandans regard the Black Panther as their totem and try to mimic its combat skills. Therefore, it's not difficult to see similarities with Xingyi Quan in their techniques.

The object of imitation is the Black Panther itself!

In the projector equipment of the training room, there are tens of thousands of clips of Black Panthers hunting prey! Clark sat on the floor, watching different Black Panthers hunt various prey in different situations, reflecting on T'Challa's moves until a Black Panther suddenly struck, killing a gazelle in the dark. Clark slowly closed his eyes, a knowing smile on his lips.

As Clark meditated, the background music of "Stealing Skills" quietly played in the training room.

Time passed unnoticed until half an hour later, when Clark suddenly sprang up, forming claws with his hands and began practicing a claw technique that no one in the world had ever seen before.

Initially, T'Challa's influence was evident in his movements. But as time went on, T'Challa's shadow faded, and Clark's claw technique became more unpredictable, moving beyond the scope of T'Challa's skills.

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