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Is this a Mage?!
"This guy, is he really a sorcerer?"
On Asgard's throne, Loki rested the Eternal Spear across his lap, gripping it tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with gloom and coldness.
Through the Destroyer's perspective, Loki could easily grasp the developments on Earth, as if he were personally there.
But precisely because of this, the more he watched, the more Loki's scalp crawled with dread.
Tony's brutal fighting style involved punch after punch, each one more powerful than an Earth missile. Every attack produced a sonic boom, and the terrifying traces of shockwaves could even shatter the internal organs of weaker beings.
This direct and brutal fighting style was even more ferocious than Thor wielding his hammer, full of explosive, muscular, fist-to-flesh combat. Even a strong Asgardian struck by one punch would be instantly killed, reduced to a pulp.
What the hell, is this a sorcerer?!!
What kind of sorcerer is this badass?
What kind of sorcerer fights with muscles and fists?
Loki's face was pitch black, and he unconsciously estimated a head-on confrontation with Tony... then shivered.
Damn, this was the first time he'd seen such a sorcerer, more of a muscle warrior than a muscle warrior.
This reminded Loki of the Kryptonian Legion that had traversed the stars many years ago; they would never use a more powerful star-destroyer cannon if a problem could be solved with fists—a ferocious combat mode that relied on muscles to defeat all enemies.
The body density of Asgardians who hadn't mastered divine power, including their bones and blood, was three times that of Earthlings. Their various physical attributes were generally a weakened version of Captain America, who, as the peak of ordinary Earthling physical prowess, possessed a strength index of one ton.
Even someone as strong as Thor would suffer greatly if hit head-on by Tony's punch.
Especially from the Destroyer's perspective, feeling the terrifying force of being slammed over ten meters into the ground by a single punch. Its metal head faced the ever-changing sky, and through its narrow humanoid vision from above, it saw Tony's fiery gaze, making Loki feel even worse.
Not to mention that the Destroyer had already been brutally punched from the air by Tony, leaving a crater hundreds of meters in circumference. The sand, rock, and soil on the ground had already been highly compressed, making it terrifyingly solid.
Yet, Tony descended from above and then landed another punch on the Destroyer's chest, emitting a deafening "clang" and slamming the Destroyer armor another dozen meters straight down.
The Destroyer's humanoid outline was perfectly imprinted, in the shape of a deep trench.
At this point, the soil beneath the Destroyer was firmer than most steel on Earth.
This was achieved through pure brute force.
"The Destroyer is Asgard's top-tier armor, but I didn't expect its combat power to be so limited; only its defensive capabilities are exceptionally high... If only I could fully unleash the Destroyer armor's true strength..."
Loki's expression was grim. Though he didn't know exactly how strong the Destroyer armor truly was, he at least knew that he couldn't fully unleash its power.
At that moment, Loki truly wanted to open the Rainbow Bridge and hurl the Eternal Spear in his hand fiercely at Tony.
The god-king's weapon would surely stab Tony to death on the spot, annihilating him from the atomic level.
But Loki was reluctant; the Eternal Spear was a symbol of his power and status.
Would the Jade Emperor smash someone with the imperial seal as a disposable weapon?
Loki raised the Eternal Spear and slammed it violently into the ground. A powerful surge of divine power erupted, reflecting the unpredictable expression on Loki's face.
The Destroyer suddenly erupted, shooting straight up from its humanoid pit. Its instantaneous acceleration brought astonishing power, causing the entire ground to tremble. With the Destroyer as its center, like a needle trying to pierce upward through cloth, accompanied by a deafening roar, the three-meter-tall Destroyer directly rammed Tony, sending him flying towards the sky and creating an even fiercer sonic boom.
"Odin's power?"
Tony chuckled, casually wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, an excited expression appearing on his face.
Indeed, compared to using refined magic, he still preferred to solve problems with his fists.
Two figures, one large and one small, collided with each other in the air at the speed of sound. Each collision unleashed power akin to Mars crashing into Earth.
At this moment, energy detection instruments across Earth began issuing frantic warnings. Tony and the Destroyer's collisions released a power level far more terrifying than a volley of missiles every single second, long exceeding the upper limits of the energy detection machines.
Someone immediately ordered satellites to be deployed to observe Tony and the unknown enemy's fierce battle. However, almost as soon as they reached the area, they were affected by the violent energy waves, and some satellites were even blown up on the spot!
"Quickly, tell the nearby satellites to move away! Let them fight however they want, it's an uninhabited suburb anyway... No, this isn't safe. Immediately order emergency departments to evacuate the civilians from nearby cities!"
Many departments on Earth simultaneously felt overwhelmed, and countless confidential phone lines were jammed.
Their phantom-like speed and power, each collision stronger than a missile explosion, once again pushed the limits of human understanding—not counting the time the Ancient One and Shazam besieged Dormammu, where the ability to shatter a planet with a flick of magic was simply beyond current humans' capacity to estimate.
But Tony and the Destroyer's battle was genuinely real.
The most horrifying thing was that some sharp-witted individuals suddenly realized: wasn't Tony a control-type mutant and a sorcerer? How did his hand-to-hand combat become so terrifying?
Many people's hearts felt heavy, realizing this meant Tony had filled his last weakness.
Activation, magic, an absurdly powerful steel body... what they didn't know was that Tony's soul was bound to the Allspark, making him indestructible and immune to space-time modifications and reboots.
Even if the multiverse suddenly collapsed now, Tony would most likely be blown up, but distortions and chaos in the timeline would not inflict fatal damage upon him.
Injuries were certainly inevitable; Tony had stabilized himself with the Allspark, but his flesh and blood body was still very "fragile" when facing time itself.
Whoosh!
Boom!
Tony once again brutally slammed the Destroyer toward the ground.
He moved at twice the speed of sound, quickly appearing at its side. Grabbing one of the Destroyer armor's arms, he swung it forcefully. The moment he sent the Destroyer flying, he delivered a palm strike to its shoulder. With a clang, the Destroyer, utterly powerless to resist, was smashed toward the ground.
A second deep pit appeared.
The land in this area looked as if it had endured a nuclear war, its surface uneven and riddled with craters of varying depths.
"After fighting for so long, this thing shows no signs of weakening..." Tony's eyes gleamed brightly, as if he were examining some priceless rarity.
His hidden gaze carried deep greed and longing.
"Tony, we can join forces to banish it to outer space! I'll hold it off, and you seize the opportunity to use space magic!"
Thor and Dormammu were locked in a standoff, their eyes filled with dangerous implications as they looked at each other.
But Dormammu was quite leisurely, content to watch the show. Thor, however, couldn't afford to be. After confirming his companions' safety, he had no choice but to suppress his impatience and loudly seek cooperation from Tony.
Tony and the Destroyer's crude and straightforward battle filled a tough guy like Thor with envy; he even showed an eager expression more than once.
Simple, direct, and fist-to-flesh—this was also the Asgardians' favorite fighting style.
"No need, Thor, you just protect the others. I have a better way to deal with it!"
Tony smiled, a meaningful look on his face.
Countless particles emanating from the Allspark had already successfully penetrated the Destroyer's outer shell and infiltrated its internal structure.
(end of chapter)
"This guy, is he really a sorcerer?"
On Asgard's throne, Loki rested the Eternal Spear across his lap, gripping it tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with gloom and coldness.
Through the Destroyer's perspective, Loki could easily grasp the developments on Earth, as if he were personally there.
But precisely because of this, the more he watched, the more Loki's scalp crawled with dread.
Tony's brutal fighting style involved punch after punch, each one more powerful than an Earth missile. Every attack produced a sonic boom, and the terrifying traces of shockwaves could even shatter the internal organs of weaker beings.
This direct and brutal fighting style was even more ferocious than Thor wielding his hammer, full of explosive, muscular, fist-to-flesh combat. Even a strong Asgardian struck by one punch would be instantly killed, reduced to a pulp.
What the hell, is this a sorcerer?!!
What kind of sorcerer is this badass?
What kind of sorcerer fights with muscles and fists?
Loki's face was pitch black, and he unconsciously estimated a head-on confrontation with Tony... then shivered.
Damn, this was the first time he'd seen such a sorcerer, more of a muscle warrior than a muscle warrior.
This reminded Loki of the Kryptonian Legion that had traversed the stars many years ago; they would never use a more powerful star-destroyer cannon if a problem could be solved with fists—a ferocious combat mode that relied on muscles to defeat all enemies.
The body density of Asgardians who hadn't mastered divine power, including their bones and blood, was three times that of Earthlings. Their various physical attributes were generally a weakened version of Captain America, who, as the peak of ordinary Earthling physical prowess, possessed a strength index of one ton.
Even someone as strong as Thor would suffer greatly if hit head-on by Tony's punch.
Especially from the Destroyer's perspective, feeling the terrifying force of being slammed over ten meters into the ground by a single punch. Its metal head faced the ever-changing sky, and through its narrow humanoid vision from above, it saw Tony's fiery gaze, making Loki feel even worse.
Not to mention that the Destroyer had already been brutally punched from the air by Tony, leaving a crater hundreds of meters in circumference. The sand, rock, and soil on the ground had already been highly compressed, making it terrifyingly solid.
Yet, Tony descended from above and then landed another punch on the Destroyer's chest, emitting a deafening "clang" and slamming the Destroyer armor another dozen meters straight down.
The Destroyer's humanoid outline was perfectly imprinted, in the shape of a deep trench.
At this point, the soil beneath the Destroyer was firmer than most steel on Earth.
This was achieved through pure brute force.
"The Destroyer is Asgard's top-tier armor, but I didn't expect its combat power to be so limited; only its defensive capabilities are exceptionally high... If only I could fully unleash the Destroyer armor's true strength..."
Loki's expression was grim. Though he didn't know exactly how strong the Destroyer armor truly was, he at least knew that he couldn't fully unleash its power.
At that moment, Loki truly wanted to open the Rainbow Bridge and hurl the Eternal Spear in his hand fiercely at Tony.
The god-king's weapon would surely stab Tony to death on the spot, annihilating him from the atomic level.
But Loki was reluctant; the Eternal Spear was a symbol of his power and status.
Would the Jade Emperor smash someone with the imperial seal as a disposable weapon?
Loki raised the Eternal Spear and slammed it violently into the ground. A powerful surge of divine power erupted, reflecting the unpredictable expression on Loki's face.
The Destroyer suddenly erupted, shooting straight up from its humanoid pit. Its instantaneous acceleration brought astonishing power, causing the entire ground to tremble. With the Destroyer as its center, like a needle trying to pierce upward through cloth, accompanied by a deafening roar, the three-meter-tall Destroyer directly rammed Tony, sending him flying towards the sky and creating an even fiercer sonic boom.
"Odin's power?"
Tony chuckled, casually wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, an excited expression appearing on his face.
Indeed, compared to using refined magic, he still preferred to solve problems with his fists.
Two figures, one large and one small, collided with each other in the air at the speed of sound. Each collision unleashed power akin to Mars crashing into Earth.
At this moment, energy detection instruments across Earth began issuing frantic warnings. Tony and the Destroyer's collisions released a power level far more terrifying than a volley of missiles every single second, long exceeding the upper limits of the energy detection machines.
Someone immediately ordered satellites to be deployed to observe Tony and the unknown enemy's fierce battle. However, almost as soon as they reached the area, they were affected by the violent energy waves, and some satellites were even blown up on the spot!
"Quickly, tell the nearby satellites to move away! Let them fight however they want, it's an uninhabited suburb anyway... No, this isn't safe. Immediately order emergency departments to evacuate the civilians from nearby cities!"
Many departments on Earth simultaneously felt overwhelmed, and countless confidential phone lines were jammed.
Their phantom-like speed and power, each collision stronger than a missile explosion, once again pushed the limits of human understanding—not counting the time the Ancient One and Shazam besieged Dormammu, where the ability to shatter a planet with a flick of magic was simply beyond current humans' capacity to estimate.
But Tony and the Destroyer's battle was genuinely real.
The most horrifying thing was that some sharp-witted individuals suddenly realized: wasn't Tony a control-type mutant and a sorcerer? How did his hand-to-hand combat become so terrifying?
Many people's hearts felt heavy, realizing this meant Tony had filled his last weakness.
Activation, magic, an absurdly powerful steel body... what they didn't know was that Tony's soul was bound to the Allspark, making him indestructible and immune to space-time modifications and reboots.
Even if the multiverse suddenly collapsed now, Tony would most likely be blown up, but distortions and chaos in the timeline would not inflict fatal damage upon him.
Injuries were certainly inevitable; Tony had stabilized himself with the Allspark, but his flesh and blood body was still very "fragile" when facing time itself.
Whoosh!
Boom!
Tony once again brutally slammed the Destroyer toward the ground.
He moved at twice the speed of sound, quickly appearing at its side. Grabbing one of the Destroyer armor's arms, he swung it forcefully. The moment he sent the Destroyer flying, he delivered a palm strike to its shoulder. With a clang, the Destroyer, utterly powerless to resist, was smashed toward the ground.
A second deep pit appeared.
The land in this area looked as if it had endured a nuclear war, its surface uneven and riddled with craters of varying depths.
"After fighting for so long, this thing shows no signs of weakening..." Tony's eyes gleamed brightly, as if he were examining some priceless rarity.
His hidden gaze carried deep greed and longing.
"Tony, we can join forces to banish it to outer space! I'll hold it off, and you seize the opportunity to use space magic!"
Thor and Dormammu were locked in a standoff, their eyes filled with dangerous implications as they looked at each other.
But Dormammu was quite leisurely, content to watch the show. Thor, however, couldn't afford to be. After confirming his companions' safety, he had no choice but to suppress his impatience and loudly seek cooperation from Tony.
Tony and the Destroyer's crude and straightforward battle filled a tough guy like Thor with envy; he even showed an eager expression more than once.
Simple, direct, and fist-to-flesh—this was also the Asgardians' favorite fighting style.
"No need, Thor, you just protect the others. I have a better way to deal with it!"
Tony smiled, a meaningful look on his face.
Countless particles emanating from the Allspark had already successfully penetrated the Destroyer's outer shell and infiltrated its internal structure.
(end of chapter)
