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Chapter 415: Shock! Lord Dormammu Has Been Beaten!
To be honest, Dormammu was a little intimidated by Tony.
He didn't know when it started, but Dormammu found himself understanding Tony less and less, feeling that this kid was far more troublesome to deal with than the Ancient One.
In his eyes, Tony had surpassed the Ancient One to become his number one enemy.
Because the Ancient One had a sense of honor, and Tony did not.
Dormammu roared, "Tony, I've finally found you!"
When enemies meet, their eyes burn with hatred. This was especially true for the animosity between Dormammu and Tony; the grudge between them was too deep. Dormammu had once been reduced—and nearly permanently so—to Tony's slave!
If it weren't for Trigon's invasion, he would have remained a slave for the rest of his life. Because of the invasion, Tony, who possessed the Infinity Stones and could have easily kept him suppressed, returned control of the Dark Dimension to him.
Moreover, Tony's rate of improvement was too fast. Every so often, his strength would take a quantum leap.
Dormammu usually appeared calm, but in reality, he was frantic with anxiety. He was genuinely worried that if Tony reached Level Seven, he would be finished.
After all, Dormammu's true body was that of a demigod. He only possessed the combat power of a level seven being because he relied on the Dark Dimension.
Seeing Tony's sinister, cold smile—a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor—Dormammu instinctively flinched. But then he remembered he had no need to grovel before this treacherous bastard and straightened his back.
"Tony? That name sounds a bit familiar."
"Isn't that the Sorcerer Supreme..."
The people muttered amongst themselves, their expressions strange.
Before Dormammu could speak, Tony sneered and descended from the sky like a meteorite, smashing a fist into Dormammu's chest.
The terrifying speed, the chilling intent that locked onto him, and the way space-time itself seemed to be frozen by some unseen power—with a single punch, Dormammu's entire body was smashed to pieces on the spot.
"Your servant? Ha! Dormammu, it seems you're tired of living!"
With a second punch, Tony once again shattered the rapidly healing Dormammu, his expression grim and filled with killing intent.
"Evenly matched with Trigon? Are you sure you were talking about yourself?"
With the third punch, Dormammu's body was obliterated, leaving only his head, which Tony held in his hand.
The burning flames couldn't harm Tony in the slightest.
Watching Tony descend from the sky, looking fierce and malevolent as he beat their supreme Lord Dormammu like a disobedient son, everyone present was petrified, staring blankly at the scene.
Dormammu's remaining head wore a horrified expression. "How... did you get so strong?"
"If you had stepped up to help me when I was fighting Trigon, maybe you would have become even stronger than me. But you backed down."
Tony's smile was savage as his large hand gripped Dormammu's head.
"Don't think you're safe just because your true body is hiding in the Dark Dimension. I will drag you out and enslave you again. You can't escape!"
After speaking, Tony threw Dormammu's head to the ground in full view of everyone.
Dormammu let out a roar, his eyes filled with unwillingness. A thick power of darkness surged from his eyes, weaving together as a terrifying blast of dark magic shot toward Tony with astonishing speed!
But Tony didn't even bother to dodge. He sneered, and his iron-like palm chopped down directly. In Tony's eyes, the dark magic, which shimmered with countless afterimages, was powerful but nothing special.
This Dormammu before him was, of course, not his main body, just a clone.
Dormammu would never dare let his real body wander around so casually.
With a loud bang, the black, thunder-like dark magic was slapped apart by Tony. The method was so crude and direct it was jaw-dropping.
"No, Tony, our contract has been terminated! You can no longer command me! I am a deity, a deity! I am the Dark Lord!" Dormammu roared, unwilling to accept his fate.
Tony's response was even more direct. He lifted his foot, giving Dormammu one last grim expression, and then, under the other's wide-eyed gaze full of rage and indignation, brought it down.
BOOM!
One stomp!
The entire Nowhere seemed to tremble!
Dormammu's head burst apart on the spot. The scattered matter flew out like high-end projectiles, instantly piercing through the bodies of several hundred people, who fell dead where they stood.
In an instant, a large number of people had fallen around Tony, leaving a large empty area.
*Crrrack...*
The entirety of Nowhere—or rather, the head of the Celestial—cracked on the spot. A rift formed, starting from Tony's foot and spreading both forward and backward.
A single stomp filled with wrath had actually inflicted massive trauma on Nowhere, a place that had been adrift in the universe for thousands of years!
Everyone's eyes filled with utter horror. Their gazes were fixed on the black-clad Tony, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
This man is the Sorcerer Supreme? He killed Dormammu so easily?
Moreover, from what he said, it seemed Lord Dormammu had deceived them... Recalling Dormammu's earlier boasting and then seeing him get slaughtered like a helpless chick, the stark contrast made many of his die-hard fans want to vomit blood.
Everyone's expression shifted. The few who knew what kind of character Dormammu really was had even stranger looks on their faces, but they said nothing, merely watching in silence.
Everyone was terrified.
Although Nowhere was known throughout the universe as a lawless land, a domain for countless mercenaries and bounty hunters, to kill Dormammu in a few punches and shatter a Celestial's bones with one stomp...
Wasn't this combat power a little too frightening?
And with all the corpses strewn across the ground and his expressionless face, he clearly didn't give a damn about human life, did he?
The deathly silent crowd began to spread out with a rustle, moving far away from Tony to find a sense of security.
But there were always some unconventional outliers.
A blue-skinned Kree struggled to push through the crowd and scurried up to Tony. Fearlessly, he asked, "Your Excellency, Sorcerer Supreme, can you tell us how you feel? Are you excited?"
Tony: "..."
Tony slapped him to the ground and then turned to leave.
The Kree coughed up mouthfuls of blood but stubbornly asked again, "What... are... your thoughts?"
A portal opened. Following the aura he sensed, Tony headed in another direction.
Tony stepped out into a small room. Seeing the joyous expressions on the faces of the old man and the young girl, he smiled. "Long time no see."
"I knew you were okay!" Raven cheered, her face alight with joy.
The Elder also chuckled, but his smile was tinged with relief. "It seems you've succeeded. Are you... the One-Above-All now?"
"Not quite the true One-Above-All, but I do possess the characteristics of one," Tony said as he patted Raven's little head and pulled out a chair to sit down.
(end of chapter)
To be honest, Dormammu was a little intimidated by Tony.
He didn't know when it started, but Dormammu found himself understanding Tony less and less, feeling that this kid was far more troublesome to deal with than the Ancient One.
In his eyes, Tony had surpassed the Ancient One to become his number one enemy.
Because the Ancient One had a sense of honor, and Tony did not.
Dormammu roared, "Tony, I've finally found you!"
When enemies meet, their eyes burn with hatred. This was especially true for the animosity between Dormammu and Tony; the grudge between them was too deep. Dormammu had once been reduced—and nearly permanently so—to Tony's slave!
If it weren't for Trigon's invasion, he would have remained a slave for the rest of his life. Because of the invasion, Tony, who possessed the Infinity Stones and could have easily kept him suppressed, returned control of the Dark Dimension to him.
Moreover, Tony's rate of improvement was too fast. Every so often, his strength would take a quantum leap.
Dormammu usually appeared calm, but in reality, he was frantic with anxiety. He was genuinely worried that if Tony reached Level Seven, he would be finished.
After all, Dormammu's true body was that of a demigod. He only possessed the combat power of a level seven being because he relied on the Dark Dimension.
Seeing Tony's sinister, cold smile—a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor—Dormammu instinctively flinched. But then he remembered he had no need to grovel before this treacherous bastard and straightened his back.
"Tony? That name sounds a bit familiar."
"Isn't that the Sorcerer Supreme..."
The people muttered amongst themselves, their expressions strange.
Before Dormammu could speak, Tony sneered and descended from the sky like a meteorite, smashing a fist into Dormammu's chest.
The terrifying speed, the chilling intent that locked onto him, and the way space-time itself seemed to be frozen by some unseen power—with a single punch, Dormammu's entire body was smashed to pieces on the spot.
"Your servant? Ha! Dormammu, it seems you're tired of living!"
With a second punch, Tony once again shattered the rapidly healing Dormammu, his expression grim and filled with killing intent.
"Evenly matched with Trigon? Are you sure you were talking about yourself?"
With the third punch, Dormammu's body was obliterated, leaving only his head, which Tony held in his hand.
The burning flames couldn't harm Tony in the slightest.
Watching Tony descend from the sky, looking fierce and malevolent as he beat their supreme Lord Dormammu like a disobedient son, everyone present was petrified, staring blankly at the scene.
Dormammu's remaining head wore a horrified expression. "How... did you get so strong?"
"If you had stepped up to help me when I was fighting Trigon, maybe you would have become even stronger than me. But you backed down."
Tony's smile was savage as his large hand gripped Dormammu's head.
"Don't think you're safe just because your true body is hiding in the Dark Dimension. I will drag you out and enslave you again. You can't escape!"
After speaking, Tony threw Dormammu's head to the ground in full view of everyone.
Dormammu let out a roar, his eyes filled with unwillingness. A thick power of darkness surged from his eyes, weaving together as a terrifying blast of dark magic shot toward Tony with astonishing speed!
But Tony didn't even bother to dodge. He sneered, and his iron-like palm chopped down directly. In Tony's eyes, the dark magic, which shimmered with countless afterimages, was powerful but nothing special.
This Dormammu before him was, of course, not his main body, just a clone.
Dormammu would never dare let his real body wander around so casually.
With a loud bang, the black, thunder-like dark magic was slapped apart by Tony. The method was so crude and direct it was jaw-dropping.
"No, Tony, our contract has been terminated! You can no longer command me! I am a deity, a deity! I am the Dark Lord!" Dormammu roared, unwilling to accept his fate.
Tony's response was even more direct. He lifted his foot, giving Dormammu one last grim expression, and then, under the other's wide-eyed gaze full of rage and indignation, brought it down.
BOOM!
One stomp!
The entire Nowhere seemed to tremble!
Dormammu's head burst apart on the spot. The scattered matter flew out like high-end projectiles, instantly piercing through the bodies of several hundred people, who fell dead where they stood.
In an instant, a large number of people had fallen around Tony, leaving a large empty area.
*Crrrack...*
The entirety of Nowhere—or rather, the head of the Celestial—cracked on the spot. A rift formed, starting from Tony's foot and spreading both forward and backward.
A single stomp filled with wrath had actually inflicted massive trauma on Nowhere, a place that had been adrift in the universe for thousands of years!
Everyone's eyes filled with utter horror. Their gazes were fixed on the black-clad Tony, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
This man is the Sorcerer Supreme? He killed Dormammu so easily?
Moreover, from what he said, it seemed Lord Dormammu had deceived them... Recalling Dormammu's earlier boasting and then seeing him get slaughtered like a helpless chick, the stark contrast made many of his die-hard fans want to vomit blood.
Everyone's expression shifted. The few who knew what kind of character Dormammu really was had even stranger looks on their faces, but they said nothing, merely watching in silence.
Everyone was terrified.
Although Nowhere was known throughout the universe as a lawless land, a domain for countless mercenaries and bounty hunters, to kill Dormammu in a few punches and shatter a Celestial's bones with one stomp...
Wasn't this combat power a little too frightening?
And with all the corpses strewn across the ground and his expressionless face, he clearly didn't give a damn about human life, did he?
The deathly silent crowd began to spread out with a rustle, moving far away from Tony to find a sense of security.
But there were always some unconventional outliers.
A blue-skinned Kree struggled to push through the crowd and scurried up to Tony. Fearlessly, he asked, "Your Excellency, Sorcerer Supreme, can you tell us how you feel? Are you excited?"
Tony: "..."
Tony slapped him to the ground and then turned to leave.
The Kree coughed up mouthfuls of blood but stubbornly asked again, "What... are... your thoughts?"
A portal opened. Following the aura he sensed, Tony headed in another direction.
Tony stepped out into a small room. Seeing the joyous expressions on the faces of the old man and the young girl, he smiled. "Long time no see."
"I knew you were okay!" Raven cheered, her face alight with joy.
The Elder also chuckled, but his smile was tinged with relief. "It seems you've succeeded. Are you... the One-Above-All now?"
"Not quite the true One-Above-All, but I do possess the characteristics of one," Tony said as he patted Raven's little head and pulled out a chair to sit down.
(end of chapter)
