Chapter 1315: Interstellar Grand Stage (39)

In fact, not only was Xu Shang-Chi confused, but Stark in mid-air was also very confused.

This fight was not being fought by him at all.

Indeed, it was him wearing the suit standing in mid-air facing Strange, but in reality, he was looking at the experimental data on the light screen in front of him.

The reason was that no matter which world's Stark it was, he couldn't endure such excessive mockery. As Shiler said, the three best keywords to provoke Stark were money, male virility, and that he was not as good as his father.

Strange's big mouth not only accurately stepped on the mine, but also exerted subjective initiative, continued to go deeper, and dragged in Stark's daughter, Helen, which made Stark even more furious. Even if that wasn't actually his daughter, he couldn't accept the fantasy that he would make his daughter lose face.

So, Stark let Jarvis arm him, and wearing the suit, he threw the first punch, and then heard Jarvis's voice appear in his ear: "Sir, as usual?"

Stark had practiced fighting, and his fighting skills were quite good. At that time, his mind was full of how to fight. Jarvis asked suddenly, and he was afraid of being exposed, so he said "um".

The following things had nothing to do with him.

The suit moved by itself, and it moved very smoothly. Then a pile of experimental data appeared in front of him, and it was still sliding down at a speed that was very adapted to his browsing habits.

After Stark discovered that he couldn't control the suit at all, his first reaction was a bit of panic.

Although Iron Man had never told others, in fact, one of the top three things he was most worried about was the suit going out of control.

In order to prevent this epoch-making weapon from going out of control, Stark would even deliberately sacrifice certain performance to ensure safety and controllability. He would never allow his inventions and creations to be out of his control.

Immediately following was a kind of anxiety full of insecurity. The fact that the suit was moving by itself and even taking him to move made him think of all kinds of terrible scenes, such as the machine crisis, such as the suit hijacking and kidnapping him, such as the suit suddenly exploding, blowing him up and also blowing up the people around him.

Extreme anxiety surged up in an instant, and Jarvis immediately started to report the alarm. Based on the principle of not being exposed, Stark barely stabilized his emotions.

But this emotion didn't last long, because another kind of unease and anxiety replaced the anxiety caused by uncontrollability, that is, Stark suddenly discovered that the Sorcerer Supreme opposite was outrageously strong. If he controlled the suit himself, he was afraid he couldn't beat him at all.

In Stark's universe, the mage's fighting was just those three axes: pulling into the mirror dimension, summoning Cyttorak's red ribbon, and summoning energy whips. Although the weapons were composed of magic, most were still close combat.

Actually, Stark had asked Strange this question. In the myths and legends of any country, mages should be long-range professions. Why did the Sorcerer Supreme and the mages of Kamar-Taj have to rush up and fight others in close combat?

And the response to Stark's question was a wry smile from Strange. His answer could be roughly summarized into two points: First, there was not so much energy, and the emitted energy would be consumed, so it was better to hold it in his hand as a weapon, which could also save a little; Second, there were too few types of magic. Ancient mages fought in close combat, so they could only fight in close combat.

Actually, the second point could also be attributed to the first point, because the inability to innovate magic types also had to be attributed to too little energy, and experiments couldn't be done.

Although Kamar-Taj had always emphasized returning to basics, simplicity, and plainness, the formation of this concept was actually because mages had always been poor. If they didn't emphasize simplicity and plainness, if there was any waste, what was paid wasn't money, this external thing, but very likely their internal organs, eyeballs, and even souls.

After understanding this cruel truth, Stark almost lost interest in magic. Although technology was constrained by materials science and cosmic rules, it was dancing in shackles, but at least, nature gave humanity materials for experiments and learning selflessly.

Mother Earth was tolerant, but demon gods were not.

But now, Stark could only use one term to describe the Sorcerer Supreme opposite, that is, "fancy".

Only to see Strange floating in the air, his short black hair fluttering in the wind, his hands swinging up and down to form a circle, and finally stopping at his chest.

With a "swish", hundreds of huge energy arms stretched out behind him, each hand making different gestures, flashing with lights of different colors, representing the power of different civilization pantheons.

One arm waved gently, and the power from Cyttorak's Crimson Dimension was no longer a waving silk ribbon, but a surging giant wave, ruthlessly slapping toward Iron Man.

At this moment, Stark's heart was chaotic. He thought he had judged wrong. Was Strange really his enemy? Otherwise, why would he use so much power to attack him?

Before Stark could call Jarvis, he felt himself climbing a distance at the fastest speed. Instantly, countless light spots kept rotating around the iron suit.

In an instant, Stark seemed to be in a sea of stars.

Within a fraction of a second before Stark could react, all the light spots unfolded in a way invisible to the naked eye, and countless shield robots intersected directly in front of Stark, condensing into a shield.

A blue light flashed, the red giant wave disappeared without a trace, and then it entered Iron Man's turn.

More and more light spots flashed, the mechanical army covered the clouds, and then formed a storm of convergence. Stark only felt his eyes go dark. After an instant, he discovered that he had become a mechanical giant.

The huge fist fell, the golden shield shattered suddenly, the Sorcerer Supreme was not panicked at all, his hands waved again, and the huge energy from different modes was stirred into a vortex with his hands.

A powerful thrust came, the mechanical giant was blown away backward, Strange pursued the victory, lifted his hand gently, the vortex flew out, and the mechanical giant composed of countless robots was shattered.

But the giant's figure only shattered for less than a second, the robots returned to their original orbits, the damaged parts were filled in the blink of an eye, and the mechanical giant stood proudly over New York again.

Stark could no longer describe his shock at this battle with words. If he had to describe it, it would be that Thanos could come, but it was unnecessary.

Standing on the top of the building, Gwen looked down at the street. The era when superheroes fought in the sky and ordinary people fled for their lives had gone forever.

It could only be said that the balcony was the golden position to watch the excitement, the snack stall by the road was barely the second class, followed by the sunshades under various shops on the street, and those who didn't grab these positions could only stand in the middle of the road and be exposed to the sun.

Originally, most people were looking up at the fireworks properly, but there were just a few rat droppings that rushed into the crowd, holding cameras, holding microphones, and talking to themselves at the old man who had lost a few teeth or the child who was still babbling. They called this improving the comprehensiveness of the interview crowd.

Gwen had not been bitten by a spider, so she had not strengthened her sensory organs and couldn't hear what they were saying, but Peter really couldn't listen anymore. This group of reporters was no longer guided questioning, it was completely compiling lies first, reading according to the manuscript, and then distorting all the answers of the respondents into an affirmative meaning.

Peter was just about to jump down, when black tentacles blocked in front of him. Peter turned his head and said with some surprise: "Venom, why are you here too?"

He asked this, and Xu Shang-Chi knew that this was probably another Spider-Man, but Xu Shang-Chi also didn't understand why Venom wanted to block everyone? And Venom flicked his tentacles, bared his sharp teeth, and said in a low voice: "Didn't you guys find that this script is a bit familiar?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they discovered that these two monsters in the sky were fighting, getting closer and closer to the Bronx. Whether it was the flashing magic brilliance or the accidentally dropped robots, they were all rushing toward them.

Wanda, the Scarlet Witch, who was standing at the end of the team, widened her eyes and looked at Venom, saying: "So this wasn't your original tactic?"

"Hmph!" Venom snorted coldly and said: "Fishing law enforcement is a fine tradition."

Sure enough, seeing those light and shadows and parts getting closer and closer, most ordinary people didn't have the mind to watch the excitement, swung their arms and ran home, and some reporters also started to run wildly.

But the reaction of a group of people was very strange.

The so-called drowned ones are all those who can swim. This actually hides a truth behind it. Once a person feels that they have the ability to deal with a danger, then when the danger comes, their first reaction is not to hide far away, but to want to use this ability to ensure their own safety.

Ordinary people know that they can't survive in the aftermath of superheroes fighting, so their first reaction must be to run quickly. This is an instinct evolved over many years.

But if you want to go against instinct, you naturally have something to rely on. No matter how big the superpower is, as long as you have it, you will want to turn passive into active and use your ability to ensure your own safety.

Watching the suit fly lower and lower, Stark immediately shouted: "Jarvis, pull up! Can't endanger ordinary people!"

But before his voice fell, he saw several rays of light erupting on the street at the landing point, and the Ten Rings logo could be vaguely seen between the rays of light.

Stark gasped. Why were there so many members of the Ten Rings?

Before he came here, he had fought a big battle with the Mandarin at the Hong Kong Sanctum. Stark hadn't completely recovered from the emergency state of that battle, and as a result, he saw a familiar scene again, and instinctively wanted to control the suit to fight.

But faster than him were several figures jumping down from the building, led by a black monster, a witch emitting red light all over, and a very familiar figure.

"Peter?!" Stark exclaimed.

The suit hovered in mid-air, Stark didn't control it, his vision followed that familiar red and blue figure. He felt that this was a bit like the Peter in his universe, whether it was the figure or the age, they were very close.

But at this time, Stark had a feeling of being close to home and feeling timid. He was actually thinking, this was probably not the Peter he knew, right?... Better not be.

Stark thought, this way, he wouldn't have to rush up and ask him if he wanted to go back with him.

Stark knew that his universe was still deep in danger, and once the Spider-Man who knew this point found the way back, he would definitely rush to the battlefield without hesitation.

But in Stark's tree of selfless salvation thinking, another branch suddenly grew—

If Spider-Man couldn't find the way back, could he stay in this beautiful and rich world forever, show his talents on the interstellar stage, and never have to experience so many tragedies again? ===== CHAPTER 1316 =====