CH: 290 Tearing apart the aircraft carrier

{Chapter: 290 Tearing apart the aircraft carrier}

William and Iron Man skidded to a halt at the same moment, their bodies stabilizing after the colossal impact. Iron Man quickly glanced down at his gauntlet, his mechanical hand trembling slightly. To his shock, the once-impervious iron shell had cracked—fine fissures branching out like lightning across its surface.

"What? This metal is supposed to be second only to true adamantium alloy. How the hell could it be damaged?" Iron Man exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and frustration. This wasn't just any tech—it was the culmination of years of innovation and sweat. Seeing it compromised so easily was like watching a masterpiece defaced.

William stepped forward calmly. A faint blue glow shimmered on his palm before forming a shield appeared in his hands "That's exactly the point," he said with a cool tone. "It's second only. Which means it still falls short—especially when compared to proto-adamantium, the original alloy used in the Captain's shield."

Iron Man's eyes narrowed behind his visor. "Wait… how did you get that shield? It was supposed to be one-of-a-kind."

William smirked. "Oh, Tony. You really think a genius like you wouldn't have contingencies? There were always two. But mine's not just a replica—it's been infused with a rare substance: the Transformium."

The circular shield in William's hand began to morph, expanding and reshaping. Its edges grew longer, the metal rippling like water until it took the form of a sleek, obsidian-colored cleaver. The massive blade now rested on William's shoulder with a casual confidence.

"Transformium?" Iron Man's voice wavered, and even his heads-up display stuttered in confusion.

"You heard me right. But don't waste your time trying to analyze it—this particle is beyond your tech. It exists in a spectrum you can't even imagine. And now... let's finish this. Didn't you say you were a genius?" William taunted, beckoning with a finger. "Come prove it."

"Don't get cocky just because you've got a fancy butcher knife," Iron Man growled. "That won't change anything."

A surge of white-blue energy erupted from his boots as he launched himself forward like a missile, fists clenched and eyes locked on his target.

"Butcher knife?" William echoed with a smirk. "That's accurate. Because it's time to butcher the pig."

In a blink, William vanished.

The next moment, he reappeared behind Iron Man mid-flight, body twisted into a follow-through motion as if he had already delivered a precise slash.

Iron Man's body kept flying forward… until it suddenly went rigid in midair. His head slowly tilted down as he stared at his chest. A jagged gash had opened across his armor. The arc reactor—the glowing core that powered everything—was split perfectly down the middle, sparking violently.

"No… I don't believe this…" Tony whispered, his voice broken with disbelief. "That's impossible…"

The crack widened as the reactor shattered completely, its internal components bursting with electric sparks. A searing, razor-thin line had sliced through the once-pristine suit.

William hovered silently behind him, eyes cold. "Tony… I'm not sure if this is the ending you imagined. But it's the one you chose."

"Ahhhhh!" Iron Man let out a scream of agony. His systems overloaded, and his body twisted as gravity reclaimed him. He plummeted toward the Earth, a trail of smoke and sparks marking his descent. Within seconds, he vanished from sight.

William floated there for a moment, expression unreadable. Then he turned his gaze outward. The massive floating aircraft carrier was gone.

"Hmph… so they used the fight as a distraction to flee?" he murmured. "Did they really think they could escape that easily?"

A glint of amusement lit his eyes. He tapped the communicator in his ear. "White Queen. Locate the position of the Helicarrier."

The cute voice responded coolly. "Current coordinates: 38 degrees North, 153 degrees East. Altitude has dropped from 9,000 meters to 3,000 meters and continues to descend."

William's mouth curled into a grin, one filled with mischief and menace. "So they're trying to land in the ocean. If I don't hurry, I might miss the chance to put on a fireworks show."

Without hesitation, he surged forward at a tremendous speed. The clouds whipped past him as he pushed through the skies like a lightning bolt. After ten seconds of blinding acceleration, a titanic silhouette appeared ahead of him—the fleeing aircraft carrier.

William didn't wait.

He teleported instantly, reappearing in front of the airborne vessel. His eyes changed, shifting into a golden pattern—three bladed shapes spinning like a triad of divine judgment.

He threw his head back and let out a thunderous roar.

"Ha!!!"

From his mouth burst a vortex of wind and energy, condensing into a visible arc slash that stretched for over a hundred meters.

Crash!

The air distorted as the shockwave slammed into the carrier's No. 1 engine. The engine, once built to endure the harshest of storms, was severed cleanly. Like tofu under the invisible air blade, it tumbled from the ship, flaming as it spiraled down toward the ocean below.

The sky trembled as William stood in the path of a collapsing future—one engine down, only beginning.

The entire airborne aircraft carrier shuddered violently. With only three engines remaining after one was destroyed, the massive vessel began to lose altitude at an alarming rate. The remaining engines struggled under the immense weight of the carrier, clearly incapable of maintaining flight.

Inside the command center, Director Nick Fury gritted his teeth and grabbed hold of a metal support pillar with both hands to steady himself. Sparks flew from overhead panels, and warning lights flashed red across the room.

"Everyone evacuate immediately!" Fury barked, his voice booming over the chaos. "Head to the escape pods and auxiliary aircraft. Get off this thing—now!"

"Sir! You need to come with us!" an agent called out, rushing toward him.

Fury shook his head, eyes stern. "Don't worry about me. That's a direct order. Move!"

Meanwhile, hovering outside, William watched the faltering aircraft carrier with cool detachment. Several aircraft had already launched from its lower bays, attempting to flee the destruction.

"Trying to run, are you?" William's voice rang out like steel dragged across bone, laced with a cold, predatory grin. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. "Allow me to send you off properly… with fire."

With a single, deliberate sweep of his arm, the sky around him ignited. Blazing fireballs—small as meteors but dense with infernal heat—ignited in a spiral around his body, then launched toward the retreating aircraft with predatory precision. Each one screamed through the air like burning banshees, zeroing in on their targets as if they were alive.

They weren't large—but they didn't need to be. What they lacked in size, they more than compensated for in sheer lethality.

Within moments, the heavens erupted into chaos.

"No—no—nooo!!" came the shrieks of pilots as their cockpits exploded into flame, their aircraft catching fire mid-flight. The fireballs seared through metal and glass like molten blades, burrowing deep into fuel lines and ignition systems.

Boom! Boom! BOOOOM!

One after another, aircraft detonated in midair—fiery blossoms of death that painted the sky in blood-red and infernal orange. Burning bodies tumbled from the wreckage, screaming until the wind tore the sound away. Wings spun violently through the smoke like scythes, crashing into nearby jets and spreading the carnage like a plague.

The sky became a slaughterhouse—an apocalyptic hellscape of smoke, flame, and falling debris.

Below them, the once-proud aircraft carrier, already trembling under internal damage, now blazed like a dying titan. Its outer hull cracked and peeled as systems failed and explosions burst from its lower decks. Only a thousand meters separated the flaming hulk from the ocean below.

William narrowed his eyes, voice as cold as the void.

"No survivors."

He raised both arms as though commanding the gods themselves, and the very air screamed in response. Above him, air twisted—a vortex of devastation spiraling into existence. It stretched nearly five hundred meters, a swirling titan of compressed air and kinetic power, glowing with unnatural light.

The atmosphere trembled as a massive spiral of energy formed above him. The airflow twisted violently, coalescing into a 500-meter-long vortex of destructive force. It was a fusion of two powerful forces—his telekinetic energy and the elemental force of wind.

Though telekinesis is generally invisible, William's mastery had reached such a level that the raw friction it produced against the air became visible, compressing it into a whirlwind of violent kinetic force.

This was no mere wind. This was weaponized atmosphere, torn apart by the invisible fingers of William's telekinesis and reforged with elemental wind—one of the five forces he had long since mastered: Fire, Water, Earth, Ice… and now Wind.

The pressure alone cracked the sky. The very clouds seemed to flee from its presence.

And then—

He unleashed it.

RRRRIIIPPP!!

The sound wasn't thunder. It was sky itself being torn open. The vortex descended upon the aircraft carrier like the wrath of a forgotten wind demon. The hull, reinforced with micro titanium alloy and science-forged steel, may as well have been paper before the onslaught.

SCREEEEEEECH!

The carrier howled in its death throes as the vortex split it down the center—its deck peeling open like a rotten fruit, exposing screaming agents and fuel lines that burst into rivers of flame. Fires spread like sentient beasts, consuming everything in their path.

Men were dragged from the deck by sheer force, their bodies shredded mid-air by a million invisible blades. Blood sprayed in spirals, carried by the whirlwind, painting the storm in shades of crimson.

TEAR! CRACK! SHRIEEEK!

The ship snapped. Not just in metal—but in spirit. Its body broke under the torment, and the massive vessel split in two, flames spewing from every open wound.

BOOM! BOOM!

Both halves plummeted into the ocean like collapsing mountains. The impact created twin columns of water that surged hundreds of meters into the air, then crashed back down as tsunami waves, battering everything in sight. Steel twisted and hissed, steam blasted upward as superheated wreckage met cold ocean.

What remained was nothing but a smoking grave.

William lowered his arms slowly, eyes glowing like coals beneath the stormclouds.

"Let them sink in fire and steel… cowards don't deserve the sky."

Suspended mid-air, William exhaled deeply, chest rising and falling. His breath came in slow, controlled bursts as he observed the final destruction of the mighty vessel.

Inside one of the remaining aircraft, Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill stared in wide-eyed disbelief at the live video feed projected in front of them.

"He actually did it," Natasha whispered. "The entire carrier—gone."

"The broadcast turned out pretty entertaining," White Queen's voice chimed in cheerfully through the comms. "If I had just shut down all four engines at once, the whole thing would've fallen like a dead bird. No spectacle. This... this was art."

"You people are insane," Hill spat, her eyes flashing with fury. "You've destroyed everything we built."

"Insane?" White Queen's voice purred, almost amused. "In William's world, there's no such thing as 'the most insane.' There's only 'more insane.' You'll see. The craziest is still to come."

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