chapter 14

In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared beside Sabretooth.

At that moment, Sabretooth was ascending into the air, and when he saw Robert suddenly vanish, a flicker of surprise flashed across his face. Something felt off, and he tried to react.

But alas—it was already too late.

Robert swiftly raised his foot and launched a vicious kick.

The air around his leg howled with force.

No matter how powerful a person's upper body might be, the strength of their lower limbs always surpassed it. The sheer power generated by a fully extended leg was leagues beyond what a fist could muster.

Robert's fists alone could exert a force of forty to fifty tons.

And now, this kick—delivered with full force—carried over sixty tons of destructive power.

In the face of such strength, not even a dump truck filled with earth could have withstood the attack, let alone a living person like Sabretooth.

Bang!

The kick landed squarely on Sabretooth's most vulnerable spot—his abdomen.

Crack. Crack!

The sound of snapping bones rang out—several ribs shattered in an instant, and even his cervical vertebrae were dangerously close to breaking.

His eyes bulged unnaturally, threatening to pop from their sockets.

A stream of blood spurted from his mouth—clear evidence of severely ruptured internal organs.

Sabretooth, struck by this monstrous blow, was launched like a broken doll, flying almost a hundred meters before smashing into a massive tree trunk. His body slid down the bark and hit the ground, completely limp.

He lost consciousness instantly, barely breathing.

If not for the fact that he shared the same healing factor as Wolverine, Sabretooth would have died then and there.

"Sh*t…"

Several members of the Brotherhood of Mutants gasped in disbelief.

This was Sabretooth, one of their top combatants—second only to Magneto himself—brought down in a single move?

Mystique, also known as Raven, stared wide-eyed.

What kind of monster is this?!

This Robert—where did the Mutant Academy find him?

But what Mystique didn't realize was that while she was stunned, several top-tier mutants from the Academy were equally shocked.

They had known Robert was powerful—his talent and strength had long been recognized—but no one expected this.

With just one kick, he had completely disabled Sabretooth.

Even Wolverine wouldn't have been able to do that.

Who the hell was this guy?

Scott, known as Cyclops, was perhaps the most shocked of all.

When he first saw Robert, he'd wanted to urge him to escape. But now? It seemed the joke was on him. He was the clown here.

The battlefield fell into stunned silence.

Where a moment ago fierce combat raged between the Brotherhood and the X-Men, all activity froze.

Only Magneto remained composed, his gaze fixed on Robert—not with fear, but with a sort of admiration.

Like someone discovering a priceless gem.

"You're so young, yet your power is remarkable," Magneto said calmly. "Why waste your abilities here? Come with me. In my cause, you'll find true purpose and opportunity."

Magneto's voice was smooth, persuasive. He wasn't angry at Sabretooth's defeat—instead, he was recruiting.

Robert didn't even glance at him.

He wasn't interested in some grand, unattainable cause to "save Mutants." Frankly, he couldn't be bothered. Robert liked his freedom. He liked fishing. He didn't like being annoyed.

And right now, he was pissed.

"Was it you who threw that person earlier?" Robert asked coldly, locking eyes with Magneto.

"Yes," Magneto replied evenly, not even attempting to hide it.

"Good," Robert said, his voice calm. "That means I won't be hitting the wrong person."

With that, he cracked his neck slightly.

The next second, the ground under his feet exploded.

Boom!

In an instant, he was gone.

He reappeared just meters from Magneto, moving faster than most could see.

Even Magneto—seasoned and powerful—felt a chill.

His mutant powers were incredible, but physically, he was just a man. A slightly stronger-than-average old man, sure, but still flesh and blood.

A hit like that from Robert? He'd explode. Literally.

Magneto raised his hand instinctively.

The steel fences surrounding the courtyard suddenly twisted, transforming into a dozen sharp javelins, all aimed at Robert.

Whoosh—!

They tore through the air with deadly speed.

Robert narrowed his eyes and twisted his body, dodging several of the javelins mid-air. Still, the maneuver cost him a moment of momentum.

Magneto wasn't about to let the opportunity slip.

"If you won't talk, then I'll make you listen," he said coldly.

The steel bars turned mid-air like living snakes, redirecting and shooting at Robert again.

He moved smoothly, shifting his upper body just enough for a javelin to miss.

He reached out—snatched it clean out of the air.

Magneto's eyes flickered.

He waved his hand again, and this time a storm of metal rose from the surroundings. Pieces of rebar, machinery, scrap—from the nearby X-Men Academy, they all came flying toward him.

The metal gathered mid-air, warping into a hundred shimmering spears.

Hovering above on a floating metal disk, Magneto looked down at Robert, confidence etched on his face.

"Now, can we talk?"

"You're not my opponent," he said.

The sky behind him looked like a forest of blades—dozens of hovering metal lances, all gleaming, all aimed.

An Omega-level mutant.

This was Magneto's true power. The weight of his presence was staggering, something ordinary humans couldn't even comprehend.

The X-Men watching from the ground felt the pressure. It was suffocating.

Everyone except two people.

The first was Professor Charles—his mind a fortress of power and will.

The other?

Robert.

Robert, who possessed the body of Superman.

He didn't fear power. In fact, compared to everyone else present, he stood at the very peak.

His greatest strength wasn't just raw force or speed—but nearly invincible defense.

His body couldn't be pierced by ordinary weapons. In fact, other than Kryptonite—which didn't even exist in this universe—there was virtually nothing that could harm him.

Here, in the Marvel world?

He was unstoppable.

Even if Magneto could trap him, hurt him? Kill him? Not a chance.

And for what? Just because someone tried to stop him from fishing?

Now they had to pay the price.

Robert smirked faintly.

"I'll give you a suggestion too," he said. "Apologize to me. Now. Maybe I'll forgive you."