Colossus had only been able to pressure Sora Yukihara earlier because of teamwork.
Especially Iceman.
His freezing aura didn't look impressive at first—
But it constantly interfered with Sora Yukihara's movements.
Even without fully freezing him, the cold reduced his agility and speed.
Otherwise—
Colossus wouldn't have even touched Sora Yukihara's clothes.
"Arrogant brat!"
Even someone as calm as Colossus was pushed to the edge.
"Don't be impulsive. You're not his opponent."
Cyclops stepped in and stopped him.
Then—
Wolverine cracked his neck and stepped forward.
"If you're really that strong, I want to try."
Sora Yukihara looked at him calmly.
"You sure?"
"Just because you have adamantium claws and healing doesn't mean you're safe."
"If I target your head—how long do you think you'll last?"
Then—
A flick.
A thread bullet shot out—
Piercing straight through a brick wall.
Wolverine's pupils shrank.
He hadn't even reacted.
Cold sweat formed.
"I'll do it."
Cyclops stepped forward again.
"As team leader, it's my responsibility to protect them."
"Fight me."
Sora Yukihara clicked his tongue.
"You people really love using 'manhood' as an excuse."
He moved to an open area.
"Fine. I'll stand here."
"No hostages, no obstacles. Shoot however you want."
Some X-Men started whispering.
"He's too arrogant…"
"Even Storm can't fight the leader at long range…"
"He's finished…"
Especially Pyro, whose eyes were full of anticipation.
But—
They were all wrong.
Sora Yukihara wasn't bluffing.
He had a simple method:
Thread Shield.
With a wave of his hand—
A dense, fully sealed web-like barrier formed in front of him.
BOOM!
Cyclops fired.
The red optic blast slammed into the shield—
And stopped.
The shield held.
Cyclops' expression changed.
He fired again.
This time—
A slight crack.
Sora Yukihara frowned.
"Five hits max…"
"Ten seconds under continuous fire…"
Not enough.
Cyclops' power wasn't even top-tier.
Compared to monsters like Hulk or Thor—
There was still a big gap.
"If this can't even handle him…"
"What's the point?"
"Using me to test your technique?!"
Cyclops got angry and locked his beam.
Sora Yukihara's eyes lit up.
"Idiot."
"You're asking to die."
He stepped sideways—
Sliding out of the shield.
Cyclops realized too late.
He had locked onto a fixed target—
But Sora Yukihara wasn't fixed.
By the time Cyclops adjusted—
Sora Yukihara was already within two meters.
"End."
A simple motion—
Like swinging a bat.
The thread whip struck—
CRACK!
Cyclops was sent flying.
Blood sprayed.
Professor X immediately reacted.
"Help him!"
Colossus shouted, furious.
"You already won! Why hit so hard?!"
Sora Yukihara glanced at him coldly.
"If my shield failed—"
"Would you still say that?"
Colossus froze.
Silence.
Sora Yukihara spread his arms mockingly.
"I gave him the advantage."
"He just wasn't good enough."
"And this is your 'justice'?"
The X-Men were embarrassed.
Pyro couldn't take it anymore.
He grabbed his lighter—
Trying to ignite flames again.
But—
He froze mid-motion.
"Take him away."
Professor X spoke calmly.
"He's not in a condition to stay."
Using telepathy—
He forced Pyro to leave.
The X-Men were shaken.
Today—
They had been completely crushed.
Sora Yukihara checked the time.
"I'm not in a hurry, Professor."
"Give me the answer."
Professor X nodded and turned away.
Storm followed to assist him.
Silence returned.
Awkward.
But Sora Yukihara didn't care.
He casually looked around the school.
Twenty minutes later—
Professor X returned.
His face—
Dark.
"What you said is true."
"I saw everything… Oscorp's experiments… their crimes…"
"This is our mistake."
Sora Yukihara cut him off.
"Enough."
"Where are Parker and Uncle Ben?"