Tony narrowed his eyes under the faceplate: "Do I know you?"
Killian's smile froze for a fraction of a second.
More than ten years.
He had waited for more than ten years, planned for more than ten years, and turned himself from an ordinary scientist into a genius with superpowers.
He had killed so many people and committed so many sins, all for today — standing in front of Tony Stark and letting him know that he was not someone who could be casually ignored.
And Tony Stark actually didn't know him?
Killian's smile became somewhat distorted: "You don't know me? 1999, Switzerland, Bern. New Year's Eve. You stood on the roof, and I said to you — 'Let's change the World together.' "
Tony was silent for a second.
Then he said: "1999? I stayed in Switzerland for less than two days and saw hundreds of people. Do you think I would remember every single person?"
Killian's smile completely vanished.
His eyes turned icy, and a scorching aura began to radiate from his body. His skin changed from dark red to bright orange, and the temperature was rising sharply.
The tiles under his feet began to crack and melt, turning into viscous magma.
"You will remember me." he said.
Before his voice fell, he violently rushed toward Tony.
Extremely fast, leaving a red afterimage.
His fist, wrapped in a high temperature of three thousand degrees, smashed toward Tony's faceplate.
Tony's reaction was also very fast; he sidestepped to dodge, and the Repulsor Blast in his palm lit up with a blue glow, blasting toward Killian's chest.
Bang — —!
Killian was pushed back a few steps, but he just lowered his head to look at the scorch mark on his chest, then raised his head and smiled.
"Is that it?"
He pounced up again.
This time, his speed was twice as fast.
Tony had no time to dodge and could only raise his arms to block.
Killian's fist smashed onto his arm armor, making a piercing sound of metal tearing.
Tony lowered his head; a hole had been melted into his arm armor.
The high temperature of three thousand degrees exceeded the design limit of the armor.
Tony stepped back a few steps, his expression under the faceplate becoming solemn.
He had encountered many enemies, but never one who could melt armor with bare hands.
Killian looked at Tony's expression and smiled: "What? Is your suit not working anymore?"
He opened his arms, and the temperature around his body rose again.
"This is Extremis! It can make the human body evolve to the next stage — super strength, super fast speed, super regeneration ability, and also —"
He raised his hand, and a blazing sphere of light condensed in his palm.
"— — A high temperature exceeding three thousand degrees!"
He violently pushed the sphere of light toward Tony.
Tony rose into the air, the thrusters at the soles of his feet spewing blue-white flames, rushing toward the ceiling.
The sphere of light skimmed past under his feet, hitting the wall behind him and blasting open a huge hole.
Tony hovered in mid-air, looking at the person below exuding red light all over his body.
His brain was running at high speed — the suit could not deal with this kind of high temperature, and going head-to-head would only result in being melted.
He needed a new strategy.
Killian looked up at him and smiled.
"Fly? Where can you fly to?"
With a wave of his hand, the fifteen Extremis soldiers moved at the same time.
Like a group of cheetahs, they rushed in all directions of the Villa.
Someone pounced toward Tony, someone rushed toward Thor, someone rushed toward Loki, and someone rushed toward Mavuika.
Thor raised Mjolnir, lightning exploding around him: "Come on!"
He smashed his hammer toward the first rushing Extremis soldier.
The soldier was smashed flying out, crashing through the wall, but before flying out, his fist also hit Thor's shoulder.
Thor lowered his head to look at his shoulder and frowned slightly. The ATK of these people was stronger than he had imagined.
On the other side, Loki was also fighting.
He did not use magic to attack, but instead used illusions to tease those soldiers.
A soldier pounced toward him, and with a wave of his hand, the soldier found that three Lokis had appeared in front of him.
He hesitated for a second, then pounced toward the one in the middle — that was an illusion, and his fist passed through the air.
The real Loki appeared behind him and gently patted his shoulder: "Right here."
The soldier violently turned around and smashed a fist toward Loki's face.
Loki sidestepped to dodge, and a green magic blade condensed in his hand, stabbing toward the soldier's chest.
The blade stabbed in, the soldier's body froze for a second, and then his wounds healed rapidly, as if nothing had happened.
Loki's brow furrowed. The regeneration ability of these people was stronger than he had imagined.
Mavuika put down the cup and stood up.
Golden-red flames ignited from around her body, the light warm and bright, like the rising Sun.
The temperature of the entire living room was rising, but that kind of heat was not the scorching, destructive heat of Extremis, but a gentle, inclusive heat.
The Extremis soldiers felt that power.
They stopped their movements and turned to look at Mavuika.
There was fear in their eyes, a feeling they had never had after injecting Extremis.
Mavuika walked toward the nearest soldier.
The soldier instinctively took a step back, then gritted his teeth and pounced forward.
His fist, carrying a high temperature of three thousand degrees, smashed toward Mavuika's chest.
Mavuika raised her hand.
She caught that fist and gently gripped it.
Crack.
The soldier's fist shattered in her hands, not melted by the high temperature, but crushed by pure, irresistible force.
The three-thousand-degree high temperature burned Mavuika's palm, but her hand showed no change at all. To her, that temperature was truly just "warmth".
The soldier let out a miserable scream and stumbled back.
His palm was regenerating, but much slower than before.
Mavuika did not give him a chance to breathe; she raised her hand, and a golden-red flame hit the soldier's chest.
The soldier was hit like a cannonball, flying out entirely, crashing through two walls, and buried in the ruins.
This time, he did not stand up.
The other Extremis soldiers looked at this scene and were all stunned.
They had injected Extremis, they possessed super strength and regeneration abilities, and they thought they were immortal.
But now, they saw someone who could kill them with a single blow.
Mavuika did not stop.
She walked toward the second soldier. The soldier turned around and wanted to run, but just as he took a step, he was hit by a golden-red light.
He fell to the ground, twitching all over, and the red light on his body slowly went out.
The third, fourth, and fifth.
Mavuika's actions were very simple: raise a hand, a flame, a person falls down.
She did not use complex moves or fancy magic, just the simplest and most direct crushing.
In less than a minute, all fifteen Extremis soldiers had fallen to the ground.
Thor stood aside, still holding the hammer in his hand, his expression a bit complex.
"Big Sis... Could you not leave a few for me?"
Mavuika glanced at him: "You're itching for a fight even against opponents of this level?"
Thor rubbed his head embarrassedly: "Isn't this in Midgard... Earth, it is rare to encounter a slightly interesting opponent here..."
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