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Inside the mirrored dimension of London, the second battlefield between Iron Man and Proxima Midnight unfolded.
Although this battle wasn't as intense as Kyle's, it still spanned a hundred meter radius, leaving the buildings and streets charred and devastated by explosions. Fires were burning everywhere, sending thick, acrid black smoke into the sky.
Crash!
A golden-red steel Iron Man, its paint badly scratched, fell from the sky and crashed naturally into the rubble of a collapsed building, sending up a cloud of dust before rolling to a stop.
The front of the Iron Man' headpiece was mostly shattered, revealing half of Tony's mature and determined face inside.
He lay amidst the debris, panting heavily, with spear punctures on the limbs of his Iron Man armor, now in a shredded state, sizzling with white electricity.
Thud! Thud!
A sleek, dark purple figure leapt down and landed lightly in front of Tony - it was Proxima Midnight, his opponent.
Proxima Midnight held a black spear, her alien uniform scorched and tattered with blood flowing out at the corner of her mouth.
Clearly, the battle had been hard on her as well, yet she stood victorious.
Proxima Midnight wiped the blood from her mouth and walked forward with feline grace, the tip of the spear glowing with an eerie purple light.
She looked down at Tony on the ground and said coldly, "You are finished. Whether it's a life form or a technological creation, anything hit by my spear will have its internal systems destroyed and rendered useless."
"Now that the tin armor on your limbs is all shredded, how do you expect to fight me?"
Tony did not respond to Proxima Midnight, nor did he remove the Iron Man armor, concentrating instead on catching his breath, trying to buy even a second of time.
"Oh? Are you still waiting for the battle over there to end? Don't bother fantasizing. Corvus Glaive is one of the three best among us. Countless mighty foes have fallen under his scythe in the galaxy; this human is no exception."
Proxima Midnight sneered, raising her spear to deliver the final blow to Tony.
But suddenly -
Proxima Midnight shivered and turned in one direction, her face filled with disbelief and a hint of fear.
"So the battle is over there?"
Tony felt reassured as he looked at Proxima Midnight, his stern face breaking into a slight smile. "Let me guess, it was my godfather who won, right?"
"Shut up! You Earthling, shut up!"
Proxima Midnight's hand holding the spear shook as she shouted neurotically.
Corvus Glaive's presence... had vanished, their connection severed in an instant. Yet the presence of this human remained, powerful and indescribable.
These signs all pointed to one thing.
Corvus Glaive, who had fought under Master Thanos for many years, was dead, defeated by a mere native of a primitive planet.
"This is impossible, impossible!"
Proxima Midnight muttered, unable to accept the reality before her.
Tony continued, "You may not know this, but among us, my godfather is the strongest and undefeated."
"Shut up! I said shut up!"
Proxima Midnight's expression grew fiercer, her anger almost driving her mad. She looked down at Tony again and raised her spear high above her head. "Even if you win, you'll die here!"
As soon as Proxima Midnight finished speaking, she thrust her spear down without hesitation, aiming for the glowing chest piece of Tony's Iron Man suit, the Kryon energy core that powered the entire suit.
"This is the moment, J.A.R.V.I.S.!" Tony shouted abruptly.
"Understood, sir."
With Jarvis' words, the Iron Man suit suddenly disintegrated, separating from Tony's body and scattering to the side.
Tony executed a tactical roll, narrowly dodging the deadly blow of Proxima Midnight's spear.
"Trying to escape?"
As the spear hit the ground, Proxima Midnight's pupils constricted as she prepared to pursue Tony.
At that moment, the scattered pieces of the Iron Man suit accelerated toward her, automatically attaching themselves to Proxima Midnight.
Proxima Midnight was stunned, unable to shake off the suit pieces. In less than half a second, her body was enveloped in the damaged Iron Man suit. She looked over at Tony and saw him standing up with a mischievous smile.
Tony didn't give her a chance to react and quickly issued a command, "J.A.R.V.I.S., initiate self-destruct sequence, model Mark VIII-AK."
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
The energy core in the chest flashed a blinding light, and a sense of doom washed over Proxima Midnight, causing her to scream in panic.
"Let this be a lesson to you. Until the last moment, you never know who really won."
Tony waved at Proxima Midnight and dove backward. In the next instant, amid Proxima Midnight's desperate screams, the Iron Man suit activated its self-destruct mode.
With a loud "boom," the suit and Proxima Midnight became a fireball, scattering debris and flesh in all directions, the shockwave sending Tony flying back ten meters.
"Cough, cough."
Tony struggled to push himself off the ground. After confirming that only the spear remained in the scorched earth before him, he let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed, exhausted, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
In the second battle, Iron Man narrowly defeated Tony!
Meanwhile, in another part of London.
In the real world's London City Square, the celestial convergence phenomenon was nearing its end. With a blur of light and shadow, Earth's London and the dark world were once again ambiguously connected.
A cold wind swept through.
Beside the empty square well, Malekith's form gradually appeared. He was on his knees, his body twitching and shaking as the Red Aether energy continuously leaked and dissipated from his body. His overwhelming power and vitality were rapidly diminishing.
"How can this be, my power..." Malekith's eyes were blank as he reached out to grab the fleeing Aether energy, only to have the red mist slip through his fingers.
Another gust blew through.
A red cloak fluttered in front of Malekith, followed by Thor's hammer, silver armor, and a wild mane of blond hair.
Thor appeared in the square, a stern expression on his face, clutching Mjolnir as he walked toward Malekith.
Watching the red energy dissipate from Malekith, Thor said gravely, "My father once said never to rely too heavily on external or alien forces. True power comes from within. You couldn't defeat Kyle with borrowed power, let alone me!"
"Besides, the Aether particle wasn't really yours. It was merely residual energy given to you, and once used, it's gone."
Thor approached Malekith and raised Mjolnir. Lightning coursed up his arm and around the hammer as the wind whipped his hair into a fiercer and more majestic display.
Malekith remained dazed, having given up all resistance, lost in the illusion of the godlike power he once wielded.
"Go to hell and repent!"
Thor swung the hammer down decisively, and a bolt of lightning struck down like divine retribution, killing the Dark Elf leader Malekith instantly.
(End of Chapter)