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M: TSIA Chapter 76: A Difficult Battle
🕑 Added 2025-02-02 12:21:20 +0000 UTCMordo, known for his stubborn personality, clearly would not easily accept Lance's approach.
Master Tina, with her gentle voice, also spoke, although she disagreed with Lance. "Lance, you must know that the more souls a monster consumes, the stronger their power becomes. We must stop a bigger problem. We must destroy them before they become a greater disaster."
Lance gazed at the girl's face, which was still filled with anger and hatred.
Where Lance let out a long sigh. "This girl doesn't have much hatred left. There's only one person in there who is still holding on. She just needs to wait a few more minutes, and her hatred will fade away."
"Never think about it!" Mordo firmly rejected, his face showing an unwavering determination. "Lance, our duty is to destroy the monsters that sneak into the material world. Human love and hatred have nothing to do with us. It's not our concern."
With a swift motion, Mordo's magic surged, and the Staff of the Living Tribunal, made of living energy, shone brightly again, as if ready to destroy anything that stood in their way.
"Feeling regret," Lance said in a low yet resolute voice. Lance's figure moved quickly, crossing over to stand between Mordo and the girl. "Brother Mordo, you have your principles, and I have mine. I only promise that after this girl takes her revenge, I will kill her with my own hands. So... please wait a moment."
"Lance, you are so audacious!!" Mordo shouted loudly. Without hesitation, Mordo flicked his wrist, and the short staff immediately transformed into a terrifying long whip. Mordo's head quickly angled down sharply towards the girl.
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In a seething rage, Mordo took ruthless action.
As one of the earliest disciples of the Sorcerer Supreme, Mordo's "Staff of the Living Tribunal" was not just an ordinary artifact. This weapon was a symbol of magical prowess, regarded as one of the finest magical weapons among the secret masters. The ancient energy woven into the staff radiated an aura that made the air around it feel heavy and oppressive.
At this moment, the power of the Staff of the Living Tribunal surged, condensed to its peak. Mordo swung it down with tremendous force that split the air. Even if the target were a giant tank, it would be reduced to scrap metal in an instant.
The masters of magic had battled the Dimension Demon God for years, honing their abilities to a level beyond the imagination of ordinary humans. Every attack they made was the result of experience and extraordinary power.
Lance, who knew Mordo's character well, was not at all surprised by this sudden attack. Lance's gaze remained sharp, full of vigilance. As Lance quickly activated his white magic, he created a beautiful magical fan adorned with red flowers swirling in the air. Each petal seemed alive, radiating magical light as Lance launched it to attack.
Explosion!
The magical fan burst in the air, transforming into shimmering fragments of glowing energy that sparkled for a moment before disappearing into the swirling magical winds.
This was the power of a high-level magical weapon!
However, Lance had already anticipated this outcome. He knew that his current abilities were no match for the Staff of the Living Tribunal. Facing such a powerful magical weapon with lesser magic would only end in destruction.
But Lance also knew that victory was not always about sheer strength.
Although Lance's magical fan was destroyed, the attack succeeded in slowing down Mordo's staff movement, reducing the intensity of Mordo's assault. Just as the Staff of the Living Tribunal was about to touch Lance's chin, Lance suddenly made a surprising move. He leaned back with extraordinary agility, his body nearly parallel to the ground, then swiftly slid beneath Mordo.
In the next moment, with a graceful motion, Lance pressed both hands to the ground and used the strength of his waist to rise into an attacking position.
Mordo, known for his quick reactions, immediately acted. As Mordo stomped his foot in the air, he created a glowing magic circle beneath his boots. The circle pulsed like a heartbeat, radiating golden light as Mordo glided toward Lance with astonishing speed.
Mordo suddenly lifted his body nimbly, effortlessly dodging Lance's kick. A series of rapid kicks from Lance only struck empty air, as if Mordo could read every one of Lance's movements.
Unwilling to lose momentum, Lance took advantage of the push from the air. With a graceful move, Lance spun in the air before landing lightly on the ground. Lance's sturdy legs kicked the ground with great force, propelling him backward ten meters in one motion.
“Lance, retreat immediately!” Mordo's voice echoed, filled with a warning tone. Mordo landed calmly on the ground, but the aura emanating from him was heavy and intimidating. The staff in Mordo's hand pointed downward, radiating shimmering magical energy.
"Bang!"
The solid ground beneath Mordo instantly collapsed, forming a small crater that radiated glowing cracks. The energy released was so powerful that fragments of earth flew into the air, creating a terrifying sight.
Around them, the power of the mysterious girl was dwindling. The sea of flowers that had once filled the battlefield began to fade, the petals slowly disappearing, leaving only a few traces on the ground soaked with magical energy.
On the edge of the battlefield, Tony Stark stood surrounded by a group of nervous-looking guards. Their formation created three layers of protection inside and out, yet the tense atmosphere was palpable. Happy Hogan, Tony's head guard, glanced at the battlefield with a pale face.
Happy couldn't hide his anxiety as he spoke in a trembling voice, "Sir, those people look too intimidating. We should stay here. Let's leave right away, okay?"
However, Tony merely chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation. He confidently refused, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "A show like this is too interesting to miss. If we go too far, how can I see it clearly?"
At this moment, Tony had not yet created his iconic suit of armor and had not begun gathering data on extraordinary beings.
