Thor listened with great interest, interrupting Happy from time to time to ask various questions, filled with curiosity about everything in Miami.
Loki leaned against the car window, eyes closed to rest, occasionally opening them to glance at the scenery outside.
Mavuika listened gently to Happy's introduction, a faint smile on his lips, occasionally looking out the window, feeling the vitality and warmth of the city.
The car drove slowly along a bustling street, lined with shops on both sides, crowded with people, and exceptionally lively.
Just then, a black SUV behind them suddenly accelerated and slammed into the rear of the car Happy was driving.
With a loud "bang," the car shook violently, cracking the windows. Happy instinctively slammed on the brakes to steady the vehicle.
"What's going on?" Happy's expression changed; he immediately gripped the steering wheel, watching outside vigilantly.
The door of the black SUV opened, and a tall, bald man stepped out of the car.
He wore a black combat suit, a faint red light lingering around him. His skin was an unnatural dark red, his eyes cold, and a playful smirk played on his lips. He exuded a scorching aura, like a volcano about to erupt.
"How are you driving?"
Happy looked at the bald man, thinking it was just a simple car accident.
Eric Savin walked slowly to the front of the car, arms crossed, a sinister smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, his tone arrogant.
"Happy Hogan, is that right?"
His voice carried a scorching heat, as if every word could ignite the air.
Happy was stunned for a moment: "You know me?"
"Ha, I suppose so." Eric Savin chuckled.
As he spoke, his palm moved slightly, instantly turning fiery red. The temperature was extremely high, causing the surrounding air to distort from the heat.
"What do you want?" Even as slow as Happy was, he realized something was wrong.
He stood guard in front of the car, reaching for his waist, trying to protect Mavuika and the others behind him.
Eric Savin didn't take Happy seriously at all, reaching out to him with a flippant tone and casual movements.
"What? Don't be afraid, I just want to shake hands and make friends."
As he finished speaking, Eric Savin lunged, trying to grab Happy's arm.
Happy's expression changed, and he instinctively tried to dodge, but the opponent was too fast; he couldn't dodge in time.
Just then, a golden-red figure blocked Happy's path before anyone knew it.
Mavuika raised his hand slightly, taking Happy's place to clasp the opponent's hand.
Eric Savin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't mind if someone was actively seeking death.
A smile curled his lips. He didn't exert too much force, but instead continuously channeled the power of Extremis, raising the temperature of his palm to a level capable of causing steel to Melt.
Eric Savin looked at Mavuika with a playful expression, trying to see the change in his expression after his hand was burned to charcoal.
But he was destined to be disappointed.
As the temperature continued to rise, eventually reaching the maximum temperature Extremis could achieve, Mavuika still showed no reaction.
Eric Savin realized something was wrong; the smile on his face gradually faded, turning into surprise.
He looked down at his palm; the crimson color indicated his ability was functioning normally.
But why? Why was the person opposite him completely unaffected?
Mavuika's palm remained fair and delicate, as if the high temperature capable of melting gold and iron simply didn't exist.
The temperature of the flames in Eric Savin's palm was nearly three thousand degrees, enough to Melt steel and burn mortals to ashes in an instant.
But for Mavuika, this three-thousand-degree heat could at most make him feel a hint of warmth, like sunshine in winter—warm, but not scorching.
"What?" Eric Savin's eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief.
"This is impossible! My flames are nearly three thousand degrees, how could you..."
Mavuika looked down at his fist, then raised his head to look at his face.
"Three thousand degrees? It's quite warm."
He couldn't believe that his high-temperature flames, of which he was so proud, had been easily blocked by a seemingly weak individual.
Moreover, this person didn't even show a hint of discomfort, as if his flames were just insignificant little sparks.
"Go to hell!"
As he finished speaking, Eric Savin's body instantly erupted with dazzling red light. The temperature around him rose again, the surrounding air scorched even more distortedly, and the concrete ground began to Melt rapidly, turning into viscous lava.
His arms swelled slightly, his skin became harder, and the flames in his palm became even more scorching, changing from dark red to a dazzling orange-red.
Eric Savin roared and lunged at Mavuika with extreme speed, leaving a red afterimage.
His fist, wrapped in scorching flames, smashed toward Mavuika's chest. Wherever the fist passed, the air was scorched, emitting a "hissing" sound, displaying immense power.
Mavuika's expression was calm, without the slightest intention to dodge.
Just as Eric Savin's fist was about to strike his chest, he raised his hand slightly and gently grasped Eric Savin's fist.
"Hiss—"
Eric Savin's fist made a harsh sound upon contacting Mavuika's palm.
The scorching flames burned Mavuika's palm frantically, but Mavuika's palm remained unscathed, not even leaving a single trace of heat.
Eric Savin's eyes widened, his face filled with shock. He tried to break free from Mavuika's hand, but Mavuika's hand was like an iron clamp; no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Eric Savin roared, his tone filled with despair and unwillingness: "You... what kind of monster are you?"
"A monster?" Mavuika shook his head lightly.
As he finished speaking, Mavuika exerted a little force, and the golden-red divine power in his palm instantly surged into Eric Savin's body.
Eric Savin let out a shrill scream, his body trembling violently.
He could feel an even more scorching flame surging into his body.
It was an absolute high temperature that even the Extremis in his body could not resist, as if what was in front of him was not a person, but a blazing sun.
A trace of madness flashed in Eric Savin's eyes. He knew he was probably no match for the person in front of him; wanting to defeat him was almost impossible.
But he was unwilling to accept this; he was unwilling to fail like this, unwilling to lose the power he was so proud of.
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