Chapter 452: Never Retreat

"Incoming artillery!!!"

Boom!

The shell crashed into the jungle, and T'Challa opened his eyes to find his bodyguard vigorously shaking him.

"...Prince! They've come to their senses!"

Boom!

Several artillery blasts overlapped, and T'Challa watched the splattering dirt, his head still not recovered from the concussion caused by the shockwave.

He turned to look beside him—the ground next to the electromagnetic cannon had been blown into a huge crater, exposing much of the spider silk concrete foundation, and the gunner had lost half his body, screaming as he was carried away on a stretcher.

As the Wakandan heir, it was necessary to train physically, learn martial skills, and each warrior of the Royal Guard did likewise, even experiencing combat through missions in several locations across Africa, possibly even stronger in combat than himself.

But at that moment, he realized:

On such a battlefield, many people are not eliminated because of poor martial skills.