While Su Xiuyu and Charles were having a pleasant chat, the battle between Bobby and Fireman had reached its final stage.
Even though the two combatants treated the fight like a serious duel, Su Xiuyu couldn't be bothered. To him, this kind of petty squabble was no different than children bickering over toys. After all, once you've piloted a Gundam, it's hard to get excited over a glorified lighter and a walking freezer.
Fireman, visibly flustered, was desperate. As a young member of the Brotherhood, he had always dreamed of impressing Magneto. Yet here he was, seemingly dominating Iceman Bobby—until anyone with a pair of working eyes realized he had no way of actually winning.
Bobby, sensing his opponent's growing panic, decided it was time to end it.
"Thousand-Year Ice Prison!" he shouted.
Suddenly, massive ice walls erupted around Fireman, sealing him in. He tried to melt the encroaching ice with his flames, but the rate of freezing quickly outpaced his efforts.
It wasn't that Iceman had been holding back—this move took time to charge and was easy to dodge if the opponent was alert. Bobby had only just started formally training, yet he'd already reached a terrifying level of control. His growth was nothing short of monstrous.
As for the name Thousand-Year Ice Prison? That was all Su Xiuyu. He once told her, "Doesn't matter how strong the move is—as long as it sounds badass, people will think you've eaten Zoro's naming fruit." Bobby still didn't fully understand the reference, but he liked how it sounded.
"Hmph. Bunch of useless trash," Magneto muttered, watching his subordinates flop one after another. Whether it was the aging Sabretooth Victor, the rookie Fireman, or the always-irrelevant Toad—none of them could even handle a kid.
A woman standing beside him quickly leaned in to explain Bobby's potential. Yes, the mutant with the rare ability to spy and copy other mutants' powers.
"Potential? Hmph." Magneto still looked unimpressed but quietly gave up on the idea of killing Bobby. He never disposed of mutants with potential.
Of course, that didn't apply to poor little Rogue, who was still trapped in the device. To Magneto, she was a sacrifice—his first step in a new era for mutants.
Just then, Magneto narrowed his eyes.
"So, you still intend to interfere? Does this mean you've chosen to be my enemy?" he said to Su Xiuyu, voice cold and sharp.
"I admire your courage, Erik," Su Xiuyu replied with an aloof smile. "So I'll spare your life."
It was an intentionally loaded line—Su Xiuyu had a flair for theatrics, especially with his apprentice watching. But those five words stabbed deep into Magneto's pride. No one talked to him like that anymore. Not since he'd become one of the most feared mutants alive.
To Magneto, the indifferent Su Xiuyu started to blur with another man from his past—Shaw, the arrogant one who'd killed his mother. Both of them, so confident. So condescending.
Fueled by anger, Magneto raised his hand. A barrage of metal shards shot toward Su Xiuyu.
Unfazed, Su Xiuyu formed a hand seal and exhaled a massive wave of flames.
"Fire Style – Great Dragon Fire Technique!"
A torrent of dragon-shaped fire surged forward, melting the incoming metal mid-air. Liquid metal splashed onto the ground, hissing and steaming against the remnants of the ice rink.
But even as the metal dripped and bubbled, it didn't solidify. The heat of Su Xiuyu's flames was simply too intense.
Magneto's eyes narrowed.
He couldn't control the molten metal.
"High-temperature metal loses its magnetic properties, you know that, right?" Su Xiuyu said with a smirk, clearly aware of Magneto's intentions.
Of course Magneto knew. But this was the first time he'd been caught in such a scenario. Su Xiuyu had neutralized one of his core abilities.
Magneto clenched his fists. "Then I won't hold back. You may be young, but don't blame me for going all out. Let me show you what an old man is still capable of."
With that, Magneto unleashed his full power. The copper skin of the Statue of Liberty peeled away like fabric being torn. Stripped of its outer layer, the once-proud symbol of freedom stood bare, reduced to a skeletal frame of steel.
Then Magneto dismantled the steel skeleton as well, pulling hundreds of tons of copper and steel into the air above Su Xiuyu.
Over 225 tons of twisted metal loomed overhead, blotting out the sun. Even Su Xiuyu had to admire the dramatic flair.
Big moves deserve big responses.
"My turn," Su Xiuyu murmured.
"Wood Release – Wood Dragon Technique!"
From his palm, a wooden dragon burst forth—over two hundred meters long. It soared into the sky, growing as it moved, casting a vast shadow over the battlefield.
The X-Men and Charles watched in stunned silence. Even Charles, with his multiple PhDs and deep understanding of Asian mythologies, had a moment where he almost mistook it for a wooden serpent.
But this was no snake.
This was a full-fledged dragon.
And it made Magneto's attack look like a child throwing LEGOs.
The giant wooden dragon crashed down, crushing the remnants of the Statue of Liberty's skeleton. Magneto tried to resist, to bend the metal to his will—but the raw force of the dragon made it impossible. And since the wooden construct contained no metal, he had no way to manipulate it.
He couldn't even slow it down.
"So, old man," Su Xiuyu said, arms crossed, "still want to fight?"
Magneto stared at the towering dragon, then slowly shook his head. For all his pride, he knew when to fold. He had no chance against this monster. No tricks left up his sleeve.
Just like that, the threat to New York faded into smoke and steam.
The X-Men rushed to rescue Rogue, who was extremely weak. At the advice of the woman beside Magneto, Wolverine let Rogue absorb his life energy. She quickly recovered—but the stark white strand in her hair remained.
A permanent reminder.
Su Xiuyu had no intention of finishing off Magneto. The old man wasn't a threat—not anymore. And frankly, they didn't have any deep-rooted conflict of interest.
He simply wasn't worth killing.
"Bobby, let's go," Su Xiuyu said, casually turning away.
Magneto called out one last time.
"Do you want the power of the Brotherhood? I can assist you. I may not be strong enough to lead anymore, but I can still help… if you're willing to protect them."
Su Xiuyu paused, then looked back at the defeated man.
"I don't need you," he said quietly. "But… I respect what you're fighting for."
Without another word, he flew off with Bobby in tow.
On the way back, Bobby looked up at him.
"Master, what did Magneto say just now?"
Su Xiuyu smiled faintly.
"Nothing. Just an old man's little wish."
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Magneto had been sent to prison again.
Yes, he screwed up—badly. So badly, in fact, that the Statue of Liberty, the iconic symbol of America, was reduced to little more than scrap metal. There was no other choice. He had to be thrown back in jail.
It wasn't that Magneto couldn't escape—of course he could. But if he did, the Brotherhood of Mutants would suffer major consequences. In a situation like this, what other choice did he have? Magneto was a seasoned veteran when it came to incarceration. His going quietly into custody gave the U.S. government a way to save face—a clean, tidy explanation for a national embarrassment.
Still, this wasn't something that could be swept under the rug so easily. After all, Magneto wasn't just anyone—he was one of the two leaders of mutantkind. Add in the looming presence of Professor X, and there was no way the U.S. government could execute Magneto. Imprisonment was the only politically safe move.
It was the result of delicate negotiations between multiple powerful factions.
Oddly enough, even though the Statue of Liberty had been destroyed, it was also rebuilt—by Magneto himself, with some interesting help. Charles brought along Scott Summers, whose optic blasts ended up being the most precise welding tool in existence once filtered through red quartz glasses.
Amazingly, they actually managed to restore the entire statue. Even more surprisingly, the reconstruction passed the official inspection of the U.S. government.
Scott's laser vision turned out to be incredibly useful. Under Charles's guidance, his beams were focused with pinpoint accuracy. Too bad Scott absolutely hated Magneto. While Erik got to chill in prison, served three meals a day and treated like a guest of honor, Scott was stuck on top of a scaffolding for seven straight days, his eyes practically turning the same shade as his glasses.
Afterward, Scott made a silent vow to be hostile to every member of the Brotherhood on sight—everyone except Raven, of course. Even Scott wasn't dumb enough to mess with her. Offending Raven was like slapping both Magneto and Charles across the face.
As for the giant wooden dragon that had appeared beside the Statue of Liberty during the chaos? That didn't go unnoticed either.
It was captured by a military satellite... unfortunately, one under the jurisdiction of the S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury, ever the schemer, covered it up. To his agents, he called it a cutting-edge holographic projection. To the U.S. government, he blamed aliens.
Not that Nick didn't want to go after Su Xiuyu—he just didn't dare.
After the recent Kree invasion, Fury had developed a deep, almost instinctive respect for the mysterious and unfathomable Su Xiuyu. The truth was, Fury didn't have the slightest idea how strong Su Xiuyu actually was. That kind of unknown scared the hell out of him.
This whole event? Way too loud, way too public. Fury couldn't just play dumb this time.
"Coulson, come with me. We're paying a visit to the Uchiha Office," Fury said, adjusting his coat. "Time to see an old friend."
The Uchiha Office looked abandoned. Empty halls, quiet stairwells—eerily still. Fury stared around the place, puzzled. With that kind of power, why bother opening a weird little agency? He couldn't figure out what Su Xiuyu was playing at.
Granted, technically speaking, it was a legal business. They earned commissions through jobs. Theoretically, they were obeying the law.
But were they paying taxes?
Good luck getting the IRS to investigate the Uchiha. Hell, ask Konoha Village if they're willing to tax them. Or better yet, ask the Daimyo if he's brave enough to try. Spoiler alert: he isn't.
"Hey, long time no see, Miss Uchiha Chisato," Coulson greeted with a friendly smile. He was visibly relieved to see her instead of Uchiha Madara. Madara was... difficult, to put it nicely. Arrogant, prickly, and totally dismissive of others. At least Chisato was polite and cooperative.
"We're here to meet with Mr. Xiuyu," Coulson added. "This is Director Nick Fury—an old friend of Mr. Su."
"Nick Fury?" Chisato raised an eyebrow. The name was familiar. Xiuyu had mentioned him before—called him an old bitch, if she remembered correctly. Not exactly a term of endearment.
At the time, Chisato had asked what "Bitch" meant. The answer had made her cheeks burn. She still wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but it definitely wasn't anything nice.
"I'll take you up," she said, turning toward the stairs.
Upstairs, Su Xiuyu was enjoying his afternoon in the laziest way possible—his head resting on Uzumaki Mito's lap, lounging across the sofa like a cat in a sunbeam. Don't ask why the sofa wasn't enough. Once you've had Mito's lap pillow, regular furniture just doesn't cut it.
Her thighs were absurdly soft, warm, and perfectly shaped. Su Xiuyu lay sideways, his left cheek enjoying the softness of her thighs while his right brushed against the peaks of her chest. Pure bliss.
Anyone who told him being single was great clearly hadn't experienced this.
"Brother Xiuyu," Chisato knocked gently. "That Nick Fury guy you mentioned—he's here."
"Let him in," Su Xiuyu said lazily.
Fury and Coulson stepped inside and immediately noticed the odd dynamic in the room. Simple decor. Sparse furniture. And Su Xiuyu, sitting way too close to a beautiful red-haired woman, clearly in an intimate position.
Coulson pretended not to notice. Fury didn't even bother.
Chisato, on the other hand, observed everything. She even noticed Mito's cheeks were a little red. Hmph. Sister Mito must've eaten something delicious again.
"Long time no see, Nick. Looks like you've been promoted," Su Xiuyu greeted him, not bothering to move from his lap of luxury.
This was their first meeting since the Kree invasion.
Fury gave a nod. "You gonna introduce me to your... company?"
"If you're trying to understand someone, start with who they hang around with, huh?" Su Xiuyu smirked. "Fine. This is my fiancée, Uzumaki Mito. You've met Uchiha Chisato. So what's up, Nick? You drop by just to catch up, or is this one of your 'friendly visits' with a hidden agenda?"
"Nothing urgent," Fury replied. "Yesterday's chaos was... intense. Plus, the satellite caught your face, so I pulled a few strings to erase the data."
He wasn't trying to show off. He just wanted to make it clear he'd done Su Xiuyu a favor.
Su Xiuyu didn't even flinch. "Thanks, I guess. Not that I care, but sure, saves me a headache."
He said it so casually, but the tone hit Fury like a slap.
Yeah. That's what made Su Xiuyu so unsettling. He didn't fear governments, didn't care about red tape, and couldn't be threatened. He played by his own rules—when he felt like it.
Fury had seen enough monsters to know one when he was sitting right in front of him.
Su Xiuyu wasn't a monster because he was evil. He was a monster because he could leave your entire organization in the dust—and then go back to relaxing on his fiancée's lap like nothing happened.
And the scariest part?
He probably wouldn't even break a sweat.
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