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Chapter 201: Alex Makes a Move—Stunning Everyone, Worthy of the Title "Strongest"
🕑 Added 2025-07-04 16:55:41 +0000 UTC
"Incoming!"
Inside the Blackbird Jet, every mutant onboard stiffened in alarm. Whatever debate they’d been having about who was the strongest mutant ended instantly.
All heads turned toward the window.
Sure enough—
Another fighter jet had somehow crept up right beside them, flying parallel and aggressively closing in.
RATATATATA!
RATATATATA!
Gunfire erupted as the enemy jet opened fire without mercy, its twin rotary cannons spinning with lethal precision.
A hail of bullets—like a flood of steel—rushed straight toward them.
"Hold tight, everyone!"
Hank barked the warning and immediately dove into evasive maneuvers, sending the Blackbird rolling and banking through the sky.
"Let’s see how you like this!"
With a flick of a switch, Hank fired two heat-seeking missiles. The projectiles sliced through the air, heading straight for the incoming enemy jet.
But the opposing jet didn’t panic.
With a sharp, sweeping motion that bordered on acrobatics, the jet dipped and twisted.
And then—
RATATATATATA!
RATATATATATA!
Its cannons opened fire again—on the incoming missiles.
BOOM!
BOOM!
The missiles were destroyed midair.
Not even a scratch on the enemy jet.
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"Okay, that’s just insane!"
Havok's jaw dropped. He stared, stunned. “That pilot must be cheating. Who shoots missiles down with bullets? That’s something out of a movie!”
"No one's in the cockpit."
“That’s not a manned aircraft.”
Even with the rapid motion and the distance, he’d spotted it.
"He’s right," Professor X added grimly, his voice transmitted through the jet’s comms. “I scanned it. There’s no mind inside. That’s a Decepticon.”
A murmur of realization passed through the group.
A Decepticon.
Everyone’s expression turned serious.
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WHOOOSH! WHOOOSH!
Two more missiles launched from the enemy jet—this one was Dreadwing, a Decepticon warplane known for midair domination.
Hank didn’t even try to shoot them down this time. He deployed countermeasures.
FZZZZZZZ!
FZZZZZZZ!
A blossom of flares exploded outward from the Blackbird, streaking in three axes like elegant fireworks.
BOOM! BOOM!
The missiles were successfully intercepted and detonated in the air.
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"My turn!"
WHOOSH WHOOSH!
Hank launched two more missiles in retaliation.
But once again, Dreadwing’s response was surgical—bullets tore them apart with surgical precision before they got close.
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"This is ridiculous!"
"So this is a Decepticon, huh?"
Frustration simmered in the cockpit. No matter what they did, Dreadwing stayed three steps ahead.
The Blackbird was cutting-edge tech—fast, agile, and tough.
But at the end of the day… it was still just a machine.
The Decepticon wasn’t being piloted. It was the pilot.
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"Hank, open the hatch."
Finally, Alex stood up, calmly unbuckling his harness.
He stretched his shoulders and spoke casually.
"Time for me to handle this."
Everyone turned to him in surprise.
Alex wasn’t just going to fight—he was planning to win spectacularly.
He hadn’t stepped in right away for a reason. This wasn’t just about winning the fight. It was about proving something bigger:
That mutants—as a group—could protect the world.
If he’d done everything solo, the world would only remember Alex.
Not the mutant community.
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That’s why he had partnered with Charles and Erik.
That’s why he’d given the younger mutants a chance to step up.
Because real change needed more than one man.
It needed all of them.
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But now?
If he waited any longer, they’d be the ones losing face.
And Alex had never been one to let someone—Decepticon or not—slap him across the face in public.
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"Finally getting itchy feet, Alex?"
Charles smiled knowingly. “I thought you’d never make your move.”
Erik said nothing.
He just gave Dreadwing a look of sympathy.
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CLANK.
Hank didn’t hesitate. He knew exactly what Alex was capable of.
The hatch slid open.
Alex strode toward it without a trace of hesitation.
BOOM!
A sonic boom tore through the cabin.
In the blink of an eye—Alex vanished.
Only a brief blur flashed across their vision, and then—
CRASH!
Far ahead, Dreadwing’s jet shuddered violently—something had slammed into it.
The observers on the Blackbird blinked, stunned. They couldn’t even track what had just happened.
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Dreadwing, for his part, was completely disoriented.
What the hell did I just scan?
Some kind of humanoid… moving at supersonic speed?
He didn’t get time to process.
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BOOOOOOM!
A devastating force slammed into his frame.
It wasn’t just a hit—it was like being torn apart by a meteor.
In an instant, Dreadwing’s body crumpled—ripped apart from the inside.
A flash of fire exploded from his fuselage.
KA-BOOM!
Dreadwing’s Decepticon body detonated mid-air, shredded into metallic shrapnel.
---
And there, hovering in the air as if nothing had happened—
Was Alex.
Casually returning to the jet, expression unreadable.
Like it had never happened.
---
The inside of the Blackbird fell deathly silent.
Everyone just… stared.
That Decepticon—the one that had given them so much trouble—had been obliterated in a single hit.
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"That was... too much."
Groundshaker stood frozen, whispering numbly.
Their eyes slowly turned toward each other.
And in that moment, all three finally understood—
Why Alex was called the strongest mutant.
