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Tony had seen Kyle use teleportation spells and enter the Mirror Dinsion more tis than he could count. From the very beginning of this match, he realized that taking down every mber of the opposing team to secure a win was nearly impossible.
After all, the other team had three Sorcerers on their side.
So, the only real chance they had at victory was to destroy the enemy base.
"How do we destroy the enemy base?"
With no clue about its location and facing the Sorcerers' vast array of powers, Iron Man's team was left with one desperate option: putting everything on the line with the most powerful weapon of modern technology— a nuclear weapon.
The plan was straightforward: detonate the nuke in the heart of New York City. Since their base was on the outskirts, the explosion would only reach it after a significant delay. As long as they could destroy the enemy base first, Iron Man's team would claim victory.
This was Tony Stark's ticulously crafted strategy from start to finish.
So far, everything had gone according to plan. Only the final step remained: setting off the nuke.
"All the pieces are all in place. It's ti. Now it's up to you, T'Challa," Tony thought to himself.
At that mont, the three remaining Mark suits, battered and bruised, dove toward the Ancient One, who stood amidst the ruins like a sentinel.
…
Military Headquarters Base, Basent floor.
Doctor Strange and Black Panther's real bodies were tightly bound together by the magical cloak, sprawled across the floor.
While Stephen's soul lay in a corner, staring at the ceiling in utter defeat.
"See what happens when you pick a fight with ," T'Challa's soul declared, standing confidently in the center of the hall. Even without his physical body or his Vibranium suit, his combat skills far surpassed Stephen's, who was, after all, just a surgeon.
In this "soul battle," there was a clear victor: Black Panther T'Challa.
As a beeping sound echoed from the control panel, T'Challa's soul turned to see that the countdown on the screen had ended, transitioning to the command interface.
The decryption was complete.
"Hey, hurry up. Tell how to get back into my body," T'Challa's soul demanded.
"Forget it. I won't tell you. At best, we're at a stalemate now," Stephen's soul replied, turning away defiantly.
"Suit yourself. But our fight just now taught sothing: even in soul form, it's possible to subtly influence the physical world."
A sly smile crept across T'Challa's soul as he floated toward the control panel, clenched his left fist, focused his willpower, and punched the red button on the console.
Click!
The red button sank with a soft sound.
"Ga over," T'Challa's soul said with a satisfied smirk forming on his face.
…
Virtual New York City, Ravaged Streets.
Spider-Man, looking utterly exhausted leaned against a streetlamp and waved weakly at Mordo, who was hot on his heels.
"Hey, uh, how about we call a tiout? Take a breather and then fight again?" He suggested while panting heavily.
"Tiout my foot!" Mordo snapped angrily before brandishing his magical whip and shield as he charged forward.
Suddenly, Mordo paused, sensing sothing ominous from above. He looked up, only to see a massive rocket ascending in the distance. As it neared the edge of the atmosphere, it adjusted its trajectory and began descending rapidly toward the city center.
"What… what is that?" Mordo's pupils shrank as the missile's warhead lood larger in his eyes. A chilling sense of doom washed over him.
"Oh, that? It's just a nuke," Spider-Man said nonchalantly while spreading his hands.
"A nuke?!?"
Mordo's face turned ashen. Anyone living in the modern era understood the implications of a nuclear bomb. It was the ultimate product of advanced technology, a weapon of mass destruction capable of ending World War II and, in theory, wiping out human civilization.
And now, a nuclear bomb was headed straight for them.
Mordo trembled as he hastily dismissed his magical weapons. Frantically, he began drawing a circle in the air to open a portal to the Mirror Dinsion, disappearing into it with barely a mont to spare.
Spider-Man didn't try to stop Mordo or follow him into the Mirror Dinsion for safety. Instead, he let go of the streetlamp, lay spread-eagle on the road, and stared up at the descending missile.
He waited calmly for the nuclear explosion to arrive.
"It's over now, isn't it? Finally, I can rest, Mr. Stark," Spider-Man murmured to himself.
At the site of the forr Stark Industries headquarters, amidst the rubble:
With all the Mark suits annihilated, reduced to scraps of tal strewn across the ground, they had still fulfilled their purpose admirably.
Having dealt with the last of the Mark suits, the Ancient One furrowed her brows slightly and looked up. Above, the massive rocket carrying the nuclear weapon was descending directly toward New York City.
The countdown to detonation had less than ten seconds remaining.
"This match is about to end," Tony's soul, hovering in midair, declared. He glanced at the nuke in the sky and then at the Ancient One beside him, speaking with a hint of reverence:
"Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supre. I accept that you are truly incredible, unbelievably so. You are soone standing at the pinnacle of Earth. But when it cos to strategy and resolve, we might just have a slight edge over you."
"Behold— the advance of technological civilization."
Tony's voice reached not only the Ancient One but also every participant and spectator watching the match.
As the nuclear warhead descended closer, its oppressive and suffocating presence could be felt by everyone.
A nuclear explosion in New York— that is truly the work of a madn.
Several world leaders watching the match cursed furiously and exited the livestream. They imdiately ordered their generals to relocate their nuclear arsenals and strengthen their defenses.
…
Central Hall of the Watchtower.
"Tony's team is about to win," Logan remarked, holding his breath as he turned to Kyle.
"Not necessarily," Kyle responded with a shake of his head. With the Ancient One present, no one could claim victory with certainty.
Such was the overwhelming authority and power of the Sorcerer Supre.
"Still," Kyle said with a faint smile, "It's been a while since I last tasted the effects of a nuclear bomb. Brings back mories."
His gaze returned to the screen, where the nuke was re monts from striking the ground.
…
Inside the virtual New York City:
"The nuclear explosion is imminent. You might want to retreat into your Mirror Dinsion," Tony's soul said, looking directly at the Ancient One. The people could escape, but their base could not.
The nuke didn't need to kill anyone— it only had to destroy the enemy team's base to secure victory.
The checkmate was at hand.
Yet, the Ancient One showed no intention of opening a portal. Her expression remained serene and unperturbed as if nothing could faze her.
As the rocket ca within a few hundred ters of the ground, the Ancient One suddenly extended her arms. The ground and surrounding buildings trembled in response to her movents.
"No… it can't be… this is impossible," Tony's soul whispered in disbelief, his eyes widening.
"Hah!"
With a forceful motion, the Ancient One pressed her hands downward. In an instant, the area within a radius of tens of kiloters— practically the entirety of New York City— seed to collapse inward, and it looked as if it was being compressed by a massive invisible force.
Buildings, streets, and debris, all centered on the Ancient One, sank deeply into the earth.
This was the ultimate application of Mirror Dinsion manipulation:
Reality Manipulation!
'(End of Chapter)'
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