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Ethan nodded slowly.
"Good. Then we'll fight. But tell me one thing—are you going to wear that Vibranium suit of yours?"
T'Challa actually chuckled.
"No. If I wore the suit, it wouldn't be a duel."
He stood up calmly.
"In our tradition, a real duel is fought shirtless, with simple weapons. No armor. No enhancements. Just strength… and skill."
Ethan raised an eyebrow."Shirtless, huh? And simple weapons?"
"Yes," T'Challa confirmed. "Spears, shields, blades—nothing advanced."
Ethan smirked.
"Fine. That works for me. At least this way, I know I'm not beating a metal cat suit."
Okoye stepped forward, clearly unhappy.
"T'Challa—this is reckless. He is not—"
He stopped her with a hand again.
"It is decided," T'Challa said firmly. "We duel at sunrise. Neutral ground. Winner keeps everything."
Ethan stood up as well.
"Sunrise it is."
Their eyes met—two men completely confident they would win.
Storm and Sharon exchanged a look.
Grant whispered, "Well… that's gonna be fun."
Sharon sighed. "No… that's going to be a problem."
Ethan didn't look away from T'Challa.
"Get ready, Prince. Tomorrow, you'll learn why people don't dare to mess with me."
T'Challa gave a small nod, unshaken.
"We will see."
He stood and walked away with Okoye following behind him.
Sharon let out a breath she'd been holding."I didn't even know there was a nation called Wakanda. And it's not in the SHIELD database either—which is… weird."
Ethan shrugged."Well, he did say they're a secretive nation or whatever."
Sharon looked at him carefully.
"What do you think? Are you really going to win? When you fought Kingpin, you relied on your tech. But tomorrow… no armor, no gadgets, nothing. Just straight hand-to-hand. How are you going to win without anything to assist you?"
Ethan didn't hesitate.
"I can win without my tech."
She blinked, surprised by how confident he sounded.
Ethan took a calm sip of his coffee, but inside he was checking something else.
Quan Chi Template: 12% integeration.
That alone was more than enough for him to take on a skilled fighter. And if things got messy, he still had something even better.
I also have enhancement magic, Ethan thought inwardly. And he's not going to find out about that.
He set his cup down with a soft clink, eyes sharp.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll win."
Sharon relaxed a little after hearing his confidence, but she was still worried.
"Just… don't underestimate him," she said softly. "Given the way he was chasing us yesterday he is quite skilled."
Ethan smiled lightly.
"That's fine. I've trained myself too."
Storm and Grant walked over after finishing the loading work.
"So," Storm asked, crossing his arms, "we really doing this? You're fighting a prince of some hidden super-nation at sunrise?"
Ethan shrugged. "Pretty much."
Grant whistled. "Man. Your life is never boring."
Sharon rolled her eyes. "This is serious."
Storm leaned closer to Ethan. "Need help preparing?"
Ethan shook his head.
"No. It's one-on-one. You guys can watch."
He stretched his shoulders a little, already planning his strategy.
He didn't need much—Quan Chi integration gave him enhanced awareness, sharper instincts, and better control of his body. And if absolutely necessary, he could use his enhancement magic secretly.
Storm patted Ethan's back.
"Just don't die. I don't want to explain that to anyone."
Ethan smirked.
"Don't worry. I'm not the one who should be scared."
Sharon stepped beside him.
"So… what now?"
Ethan stood and grabbed his jacket.
"Now? We rest. We will continue our departure tommorow after the fight."
The group headed back to their rooms to settle in for the night. Everyone could feel the tension in the air, even if no one said anything about it.
Storm stretched his arms."I'll take first watch," he said, just in case anything unexpected happened.
Grant nodded. "I'll take second. Wakandans are sneaky."
Sharon frowned at him. "They're not ninjas, Grant."
"Still," he said, "I'm not taking chances."
Ethan ignored their small argument and walked toward his room. His mind was already focused on the fight. He ran the numbers in his head—T'Challa was strong, skilled, and well-trained. But Ethan wasn't afraid. He had his own advantages.
Quan Chi Template: 12%.His body felt lighter, faster, and sharper every hour it grew.
Inside his room, Ethan took off his jacket and looked at himself in the mirror. No armor. No suit. Just him.
He cracked his knuckles."Simple fight. Simple win," he muttered.
Sharon's voice suddenly came from the doorway.
"You sure you don't want any backup tomorrow?" she asked quietly.
Ethan shook his head.
"No. It's a duel. I don't want to cheat," he said with a straight face—despite clearly planning to cheat tomorrow.
"Okay then," Sharon nodded and left.
Ethan sighed and lay back.
"Hmmm… I wonder how much 12% of the Quan Chi template is worth. He's more of a magic-based fighter, so I'm curious how much of that even shows at 12%…" he mumbled before finally lying down and falling asleep.
The Next Morning
Ethan woke up early, washed his face, and stepped outside the warehouse.
He expected Storm or Sharon to greet him.
Instead, he saw two people waiting near the entrance.
One was Agent Phil Coulson, smiling politely like always.
The other was an Asian woman with a calm expression, arms crossed, watching Ethan like she was analyzing him.
Ethan blinked.
"…Coulson?"
"Morning," Coulson said with a friendly nod. "And yes—before you ask—I heard from Sharon that you're about to duel a secret-nation prince."
Ethan groaned.
"Of course she told you."
He didn't really mind, though. Coulson had already told him he would be under watch, and Ethan had agreed to it.
Honestly, the only reason he agreed so easily was because his father was Fury.
If it were anyone else, he wouldn't have accepted being monitored.
After all, Fury was completely paranoid—and the number of people who knew Ethan was his son could be counted on one hand.
Coulson shrugged. "She worries. Besides, we aren't here because of your fight." He smiled slightly. "We're more interested in Wakanda."
The Asian woman stepped forward.
Coulson gestured to her.
"This is Agent Melinda May."
Ethan raised an eyebrow.He had heard the name. SHIELD's 'Cavalry.'
May nodded once. "We're assigned to observe anything related to Wakanda. Your duel counts."
Ethan sighed."Well… great. An audience."